Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip  - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
Part 1 - Un-welcome Home
(no sex)

I was looking forward to going back to school and being with my friends and 
family after the mess had been cleaned up and my promises had been fulfilled, so 
Eric and I packed up to go home.

On the day we originally planned to leave, another gang of bikers went past the 
house as we were loading the last of our stuff.  I managed to 'convince' them to 
stop and have a beer, then while Eric was busy serving them cold ones, I was 
scanning their minds one by one in search for any information we could find 
about James.

I was in the middle of scanning this really outrageously dressed chick when I 
heard a couple of bikes start up, then nearly had a heart attack when I saw Eric 
was on one of them.

My jaw must have been dragging the ground watching Eric do wheelies and other 
fancy bike tricks, finding that his dad had a bike and Eric had been riding with 
him since he was in diapers.  I watched for nearly ten minutes before 
remembering I was supposed to be doing something else.

Eric had been very quiet and down the entire time we packed and said our 
goodbyes, the only break in his mood having been the little bit of fun he had on 
the bike.  But that biker gang hadn't run across the gang James had taken off 
with, and telling him that was almost as bad as when I wasn't able to locate 
James the first time.

During the drive home, Eric didn't speak unless spoken to, and his replies were 
always short, plainly indicating he wanted to be left alone.  It was so unlike 
Eric.  Usually he would be bursting at the seams with excitement by little 
things which everyone else just noted as interesting.  His enthusiasm and easily 
excitable nature were probably the things I loved most about Eric at the time.

So after trying to ignore the pain he was feeling for over an hour, I suddenly 
couldn't take it any more.  Fifteen minutes of hard thinking came up with 
something I hoped would take his mind off his heartache for a while.

"Hey," I said as I pulled to the shoulder of the highway.  "How about you 
driving for a while?"

"Me?" he said startled.  "Uhm, thanks, but I don't think..."

"Come on," I said opening my door.  "Scoot over while I come around."

He was in the driver's seat by the time I got to the other side of the car, but 
when I climbed in, he said, "I don't think this is a good idea.  What if we get 
caught?  Okay.  Stupid question.  But still...  I'm not old enough..."

He didn't say anything else since he knew I saw right through his bluffs.  The 
prospect of driving excited him a lot, but it also made him extremely nervous, 
even a bit scared.  So when his pleading eyes locked onto mine, I formed an 
empathic connection to give him some confidence.

As he felt a little surer of himself, I reinforced it by saying, "Come on, Eric.  
I trust you.  After seeing the way you handled that motorcycle, I'd probably 
trust you with driving this car more than my old man.  Everything will be fine.  
Now, push on the brake before putting it into drive, then build up some speed 
before you pull back onto the highway."

After a minute of waiting for the traffic to clear, I finally gave him the all 
clear and he carefully got the car moving.  Two minutes later, Eric had a smile 
on his face, along with a look of deep concentration.  And after about ten 
minutes of sitting with his muscles tensed, he started to relax.

He finally risked glancing over at me to flash me a smile, then with his eyes 
glued back on the road again he said "This is cool."

He had come to the point where a car passing us didn't really bother him, but a 
truck had noticed Eric was a bit young to be driving and had blown their damn 
horn.  That had rattled him so much it was a wonder that he hadn't swerved off 
the whole highway instead of the right side slipping onto the shoulder for a few 
moments.  Shit, I was pretty rattled myself.

I didn't argue with him when he complaining about feeling tired and wanted to 
quit.  Eric had only driven for about forty minutes, but he had been 
concentrating on the road with such intensity that he was pretty worn out. 

Once I was back behind the wheel, I peeled out and took us a little over 100 mph 
until I spotted the truck.  I floored it and blew the horn in one long 
continuous blast, flying past the truck like it was standing still.  If I hadn't 
been prepared to grab control of the driver's arms and hands, the truck would 
have gone off the road for sure.

Once the truck was well behind us, I slowed down to a more normal speed and 
looked over at Eric to see how he was doing.

I couldn't help but smile when I saw a little of that sparkle back in his eyes.  
And after we exchanged jokes about the driver's parentage, I didn't mind driving 
in silence while he slept the rest of the trip.

His mom and dad came out to help him with his stuff as soon as we got there, and 
I couldn't help but feel a bit relieved to pull out of the driveway a few 
minutes later.  While I had welcomed his presence on our venture to the college, 
I also was relieved to feel the responsibility for his safety lifted off my 
shoulders.

But I felt oddly ill-at-ease driving home.  I knew the problems I hadn't faced 
before running to play scientist at the college were still around, and if 
anything else, I was even less prepared to deal with them than when I had left.  
Ever since James had taken off with the bikers, I started feeling very uncertain 
about what I felt was good for other people.  I even considered Joey being right 
about just making people happy with whatever I needed them to do instead of 
offering something in exchange and giving them the choice to do it or not.

But in my heart I knew the only life worth living was the one where you made 
your own decisions and choose your own paths, even if they always turned out to 
be the wrong ones.

I pulled into my spot in the garage and felt a little down when I found no one 
at home to greet me.  After I unloaded my stuff into the house, I went through a 
pile of messages and made a few phone calls.  A few minutes after hanging up, 
Mom called to say she would be home around nine after finishing an important 
business deal.  When I attempted to chit chat, she apologized before telling me 
she couldn't talk and had to go.

When I realized she had hung up I stared at the handset for a moment before 
placing it in its cradle.  Back in the old days, she had always put everything 
else on hold just to talk to me on the phone.  But back then I had no one but 
her to talk to, and she always felt bad about never being there when I came home 
from school.  And I admit there were times I really needed her to be there to 
wipe my tears away or answer the strange questions I always seemed to have.

And that made me to think about how Joey's mom had always been there when my own 
mom couldn't be.  I'll never forget the time back in third grade she...  er, 
okay.  So I don't remember exactly what Joey and I wanted to do.  But after she 
played it like she was going to say no, she surprised us by not only giving us 
the money so we could do it, but offered to take us there too.  

At the time, this _thing_ Joey and I needed to do or get seemed so important to 
us that when Joey gave her a kiss and hug, I did too.  And the part I'll never 
forget was how she hugged us both at the same time, making her chirpy giggling 
sounds she always made when giving Joey his home from school hug.  I had made 
fun of that giggle before that day once when Joey and I were having an argument.  
After stirring up these memories and thinking about how much I cared about her, 
I'd give almost anything just to hear that giggle in my ear one last time.

Anyway, I spent about a half an hour stewing about how I had never verbally 
thanked her except when my mother had reminded me, and finally took a deep 
breath and dialed the number.  I nearly hung up when Joey answered the phone, 
and after I had told him it was me, his reply made me wish I had.

I'm not going to try and reconstruct that minute while he used his deep personal 
knowledge of my soul to hurt me over the phone.  When I managed to hang it up, I 
was sitting on the floor shaking with grief.  It was as if I had lost him all 
over again.

I sought out Suzi's mind and was about to gently make my presence known when her 
mind momentarily recalled the moment she had told Brandon of her newly realized 
love for him.  Despite her promises and intentions, my absence and Joey's need 
for some 'space' had finally taken their toll on her love for us.  Suzi went 
through a week of hell after realizing she had formed the same strong feelings 
for Brandon as she had felt for Joey and I.  And it had all come down to the 
fact neither of us was there to help her through that week, while Brandon was.

I was at an all time low at that point.  Well, not really an all time low since 
I didn't have any serious thoughts of committing suicide.  But even while I had 
been Steven's prisoner, I had never doubted that Suzi, Joey, my parents, and 
others needed me simply because of the love we had shared.

So for the first time in my life, I felt completely alone.  No one to turn to 
for emotional support.  I know things were not truly that way.  Suzi, my mom, or 
probably any number of people would have dropped everything and rushed over that 
moment if they had known how lonely I felt.  But I was depressed, and when 
you're depressed, you tend to overlook things that may seem very obvious later.

I spent two long hours in my room, twirling the baseball card Joey had given to 
me with his heart while every once in a while inhaling the faint sweet Suzi 
smell from a sweater she had left in my car almost a year ago.  

And for a moment I found myself thinking "So this is what it feels like to have 
your heart broken in three."

Then after a fit of tears, I had another moment of rational thought.  Something 
like "Now I know how Eric felt.." which only added the extra weight of the 
regrets I had concerning James.  

I must have cried myself to sleep, for the next thing I knew, the twins were 
dragging me out of bed.   They were so excited to see me after the two months, I 
had a hard time knowing which twin was which.

So after the three of us got caught up on a month full of kisses, I was almost 
feeling cheery.  But I couldn't shake the dead feeling in my heart, and after 
their enthusiasm wore off, they shared my sorrow and helped me work out some of 
my pain.

Not even flying to school in Midge for the first time the next morning could 
make the dread I was feeling go away.  I knew there was no way I could avoid 
literally having it out with Joey, and the sooner I got it over with the sooner 
I would feel better.  And similarly the sooner Suzi and I talked face to face so 
I could give my blessing to her finding a new lover, the sooner Suzi could stop 
worrying how hurt I would be when I found out.

Okay. I admit I love showing off.  And I really loved showing off Midge.  I had 
dreamed of flying Midge to school since the day I got her.  But as I felt the 
eyes of my fellow students watch me descend towards them, any kind of pleasure I 
could have gained from the moment was destroyed by the person who first 
recognized the noise and whose eyes had been the first to see me.

I felt so ashamed of my... pettiness.  I suddenly realized how arrogant it was 
flying to school in my personal helicopter.  It was one of those moments that 
everyone has when they wished they could just turn invisible.  Of course I could 
in a sense do just that, but the one person who I wished hadn't seen me had 
already seen straight through me.

The disgust on Joey's face made me shiver as I sat Midge on the ground near the 
school's back lot.  I never even noticed the huge crowd around me as Joey gave 
me his most hatred look from ten feet away.  I was paralyzed the moment our eyes 
had locked on each other's, and I didn't move a muscle until he was walking away 
at a calm pace, flicking me off once in such a way that no one but I would have 
picked up on it.

The five minute bell rang a few moments later, dispersing the crowd for me.  
Just as I was coming to my senses, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a 
friendly voice say, "Are you okay?"

John had to repeat his question before I released the breath I hadn't realized I 
had been holding the whole time.

"No, not really," I said.  "But I'm glad to see I still have one friend around 
here."

John blinked at my statement, then said, "What do you mean?  You have more 
friends than all of the zits I've ever had.  And I've had a lot of zits."

I couldn't help but grin at him, then shook the numbness from my body and 
climbed out of Midge's cockpit.

John eagerly helped me secure Midge's blades and asked a thousand questions 
about her since he had never seen anything like her before.  John had a thing 
for anything collectable.  Coins and stamps were his two main things, but he 
also had a fancy for things like antique automobiles and ships of combat of all 
eras.  Midge certainly didn't fit into the ships of combat, but she certainly 
had that collectable quality about her.

I think I did jump when Suzi's voice suddenly said hello behind me.  I had 
become so involved in talking about Midge with John, I had completely dropped my 
guard and hadn't noticed her walk across the parking lot towards us.

There was a moment of hesitation on both our parts before we finally did manage 
to give each other a hug.  Just smelling her and feeling her against me was too 
much for my broken heart to take.  So instead of the warm and calm discussion I 
had envisioned having with her, a tear formed and fell, followed by a second, 
then a third.  Once they had started, there was no stopping the rest.

In moments our hug became a tearfest.  Several times I attempted to tell her, 
but she couldn't make any sense of what I was saying.  She too was crying, 
believing she had betrayed me and that she was the sole cause of my grief.

Apparently I had completely missed Suzi telling John to get Joey, so when Joey's 
cold voice said, "How the mighty have fallen," every muscle in my body went 
stiff.  Joey had been at least twenty feet away when he had said it, but I had 
heard it as loud and clearly as if he had said it in my ear.  And I swear it 
echoed around in my mind for moments after he said it too.

"What's the matter?  Can't bear to look at your _old_ buddy?" Joey said a moment 
later.

The pure hatred in his voice stabbed deep into my heart, and I opened my eyes to 
find Joey's intense gaze seemingly attempting to burn a hole through me.  I will 
never understand how anyone could hate me that much while still being able to 
remember everything we had done together.

Suzi got over her shock first and said, "Joey, what's gotten into you?"

"Nothing.  It's what had been taken out of me you should be asking about."

"I..." Suzi started but never finished as she became completely confused.

"Aren't you going to say something?  Buddy old pal?" Joey sneered.  "Why don't 
you tell them about how you hid my true feelings from me.  How you programmed me 
to be your ideal best friend.  How you turned me into your puppet, your 
unquestioning partner in whatever your 'conscience' allowed you to do."

"Joey!  Stop this right now!" Suzi cried.  "You can't possible make me believe 
Tim would ever.."

"It's true," I said softly but plainly.  "That's what I've been trying to tell 
you."

Suzi's shocked expression brought the tears back to my eyes, but I overrode my 
nervous system and blocked any more tear signals from reaching their targets.

Suzi finally had to shake her head attempting to clear her mind of her colliding 
thoughts.  She looked back and forth between Joey and I, then sighed and said, 
"Okay.  What's going on?"

Her voice was so calm and open, Joey and I both found ourselves staring at her 
instead of each other.

"Come on.  I know you two better than this.  Joey, you know whatever Tim did 
wasn't to control you or make you his 'puppet'."

Then to me, Suzi said, "Is this why you ran off to play college boy?  Something 
you did that you couldn't face telling us about?"

When she saw it in my face, Suzi started getting angry.  "Damnit Tim!  After 
everything we have been through, you still haven't learned that you can't keep 
these things to yourself!  I wouldn't hide anything from either of you two even 
if I could.  Why can't you..."

This time the look on my face told her more than what she wanted to know.  Suzi 
and I were both kneeling on the ground with my head being held against her 
chest.  Or at least had been until that moment.  When her arms went limp and 
fell to her sides, I felt I was not longer welcome in her space, and promptly 
scuttered away.

John found himself the only one who wasn't overcome by their emotions.  Joey, 
Suzi and I had formed a sort of triangle, none of us saying anything or moving 
except for our eyes passing from one to the other.

I surprised myself by being the first to break the silence by saying I was 
sorry, and that I still loved them both more than anything in the universe.  
When neither of them said anything, I sighed the deepest sigh I have ever made 
my entire life, then stood up and walked away.

No one followed me or called out my name as I continued walking past the doors 
of the school, and as far as I know, no one attempted to follow me even after I 
had walked off school property and made my way up the road.

I walked for hours, not really caring where I was going.  But things had become 
a little clearer by the time I found myself back at the school's entrance.  I 
hadn't lost them forever.  They still had all their memories and feelings of 
everything we had had.  I felt my heart lighten a little when I realized Suzi 
had been right, and now that they both knew, given time we might just work 
things out.

As I was making my way towards my locker, the bell rang, flooding the halls with 
people.  For some reason I wasn't surprised at all when Brad suddenly was 
walking beside me. 

He said, "I heard you were back.  Did you get a lot of college pussy?"

I raised my eyebrows at his directness, and found him completely serious without 
any concern for how crude he sounded.

"Well?" he said, indicating he expected a serious answer.

"Yeah, I got some."

"I wish you had asked me to go with you," he stated point blank.  "I would have 
loved fucking a few college sluts.  Promise you'll take me next time, 'kay?"

We reached my locker, but instead of opening it, I turned to Brad with a frown 
and said, "You're serious, aren't you."

"Fuck, yeah.  Why wouldn't I be, man?  And you have to admit I would have been a 
hell of a lot more fun than those two queers you took with you.  Shit, Tim.  Why 
did you take them?  I know you didn't take them to.."

The anger in my eyes stopped him from finishing his sentence, but he had his 
mind set on getting me to supply him with some "fresh pussy."

"So..  er, are you going on any more field trips?" he asked after I finished 
spinning the combination lock's dial.

"Maybe.  But I was thinking more about starting my own little college right 
here, enrolling only the sexiest and most desirable students I could get my mind 
on.  After seeing how well LeAnne has done, I figured there should be a 
university for sluts.  I don't suppose you know anyone who has experience in 
ordering women around and fucking them like animals, do you?"

"Awe man!  Yeah I do!  ME!" Brad said with urgency.  But then he saw the grin I 
was trying to suppress, and gave me a shove saying "Oh, fuck you, man!  You're 
such a faggot.  I bet you didn't even fuck any pussy while you were surrounded 
by it."

I slammed the locker door shut a little harder than I intended, then looked at 
Brad straight in the eye and said, "We need to have another talk."

He actually felt a little concerned over that, but quickly turned his thoughts 
to the prospect that I may just grant him what he wished.

I changed the subject a little and asked how his sister was.

"Great, man.  Ever since Ted moved out of town, I've been in fucking seventh 
heaven.  And she's growing tits finally too.  We're hoping they get as big as 
moms.  Hey!  Why don't you come over today and we can fuck her together.  She's 
been a bit restless ever since Ted left.  And without you around...  Well..."

Brad was all of sudden stalling, not wanting to tell me something he wasn't so 
sure I would want to hear.  While he hadn't bothered to stick around to chat 
after I had landed in Midge, he hadn't been so self absorbed to not notice the 
looks between Joey and I were not exactly friendly.  So he wasn't so sure about 
how I would take knowing he had invited Joey over a few times to fuck his 
sister.

"It's okay, Brad.  No matter how strange Joey acts around me, he's still the 
same Joey where everyone else is concerned.  At least I think...  Uhm, I'm 
pretty sure you can trust him.  But just to be on the safe side, don't lend her 
out to him.  I'm not sure if he could resist reliving some of the things he did 
as Joseph if you weren't around to protect her."

"Shit, man," Brad said sincerely. "Is it really that bad?"

When I couldn't look at him to reply, he put his arm around my shoulder and 
said, "I'm sorry man.  Lets just forget about the college thing for now and go 
fuck some high school pussy.  That will take your mind off things."

To my surprise, I found his suggestion extremely attractive.  And when I thought 
about hearing Julie's moans again, I surprised Brad by asking if he had anyone 
in particular who he wanted to fuck.

"Well, there is this one chick, but you wouldn't go for her."

"Oh?  Why not?"

"She isn't in high school yet."

"Brad.." I said stopping in my tracks, "We REALLY need to talk."

When we finally arrived at the door of what had always been OUR room, I found 
myself unable to even unlock it.  So we just went next door to the drawing room 
which hadn't been used since before Joey and I had been kidnapped by Steven.

Brad started getting very nervous, realizing I wasn't going to be very happy 
with some of the things he had been doing with Sandi.  Actually, he was more 
nervous about me making him stop his plans and activities more than me being 
upset with him.  He for some reason felt that because he and John had been in 
that first five-way several years before, I was obligated to keep them happy.  
But he was starting to realize that wasn't exactly why I had been doing things 
for them.

So once we were sitting down, I told him straight out to spill it, and not to 
leave anything out because I would know if he was holding back.

Not only had he been taking a few extra liberties by sharing his sister with a 
few of his buddies, but he also had been using Sandi to get looks at some of her 
friends.  He had even reached the point where he had rigged a video camera to 
videotape Sandi and two of her friends as they compared their growing bodies in 
the bathroom, and Sandi had managed to tape three of her friends masturbating, 
each on a separate occasion.  Brad had become obsessed with this one girl named 
Karen, and had already taken some steps towards fucking her.

After Sandi had talked Karen into frigging herself in her presence, Brad had 
spent a month watching them from Sandi's closet as Sandi slowly took Karen 
further and further.  Last week, Sandi had introduced Karen to her first dildo, 
and just the day before, Karen watched through the crack of Brad's unshut door 
as he jerked himself off.  Brad and Sandi planned on repeating the encounter at 
least three more times before he confronted her and hopefully get her to try 
jerking him off herself.

And Brad had even already picked out the next girl once Karen had been brought 
into the fucking circle.  He knew Brenda would be a lot harder since she was 
only ten, but just thinking of her naked bare crotch sliding up and down on his 
cock made him ready to shoot his load.

At first I was angry with him, and even threatened him with enslaving him to 
show what it was like.  But then I started doubting myself, especially when I 
found out that the entire idea had been Sandi's and not his, and she had 
basically talked him into to doing it.  His conscience and lust were having a 
tug-of-war, and with Sandi's help, his lust had been winning.

Brad admitted he sort of hoped I would solve his problem by taking him and Sandi 
to college where he could work out his growing lust out on real women instead of 
little girls.  But I knew that Brad would probably never out grow the fetish I 
had inadvertently allowed him to form.  He would always desire to have sex with 
preadolescent girls.

We talked for a while, and I suppose he did a lot more listening than talking 
since I had a lot on my chest I needed to unload.  I poured my heart out to him, 
but while he was sympathetic to my problems, he couldn't help feel a bit annoyed 
that he had to sit through it when he had his own problems that to him were far 
more important.

I admit that I probably told him a lot more than was necessary, but I couldn't 
excuse it when I found him fantasizing about having sex with a hairless crotched 
college woman instead of listening to me.

If you hadn't figured it out yet, Brad had become a bit self-centered.  He was 
full of himself, having this idea that he was so good looking and was such a 
great lover than any girl or woman wouldn't resist having sex with him because 
of his charms and sexy body.

And to be honest with you, Brad was probably the nicest looking guy in the 
school.  But his attitude always turned the girls off.  Brad made it obvious he 
expected them to do whatever he said in order to grant them the privilege of 
having sex with him.  He felt the only reason he hadn't actually fucked more 
than three high school girls was because he found they weren't as good as his 
own sister.

That's when I realized the source of all these problems was his sister's 
obedience and desire to fulfill his every whim.  I wondered if Sandi was ready 
to be given her freedom yet, seeing there wasn't really any better way to bring 
Brad down from his lofty perception of himself.

"Brad, I'm going to have to think about this, and the bell is about to ring.  I 
can't miss fourth hour.  Promise me you won't try seducing any other little 
girls, and I won't make you stop with Karen.  I only say this because you 
haven't forced her to do anything.  But I warn you right now.  If you do 
anything that Karen doesn't want, Sandi will become MY responsibility, and MY 
slave.  Got it?"

"Hey! She's my sister. You couldn't make her leave me, no matter what you do to 
her mind."

"Look, man," I said imitating him.  "You're starting to get under my skin."  
Then I sighed and said, "Come on Brad.  I'm your friend, but I'm also 
responsible for Sandi just as much as you are.  And I'm responsible for you too 
when it comes to using Sandi like this.  Just promise me you won't make Karen do 
anything she doesn't like, and we'll just leave it at that.  No threats, okay 
dude?"

Brad looked at me with a steady gaze for a minute, then relaxed and said, "Yeah 
dude.  I promise.  I guess I can't blame you for being a little uptight today."

The bell rang as I was shutting the door behind us, then watched Brad walk away 
again.  His walk somehow looked less arrogant to me than it had before.  I 
admired Brad's confidence in himself, and sort of wished I could be so blinded 
by my ego not to see how things truly were.  And Brad did have a sexy body, and 
that included his virgin ass.

I stopped at the water fountain in an attempt to get rid of the dryness I felt 
in my throat.  Fourth hour was the only class Joey and I had together that 
semester, and while I didn't want to go because he would be there, I couldn't 
skip it and look like I was chicken to face him.

But while I was at the water fountain, I found a hand rubbing my crotch and a 
female body pressing itself against my back. 

"Hi ya, sexy," Julie's voice said in my ear.

I turned around intending to take her in my arms and give her a monster hello 
kiss, but had to change that to a hug and a quick kiss since Ben was standing 
right behind her.

"Whoah!" Julie said with pleasure. "I think someone is glad to be home!"

"Shit. You don't know the half of it," I said with a calm seriousness.  Then I 
smiled and said, "But I'm even more glad to see you.  And you too Ben.  Like the 
beard, by the way.  Makes you look ol.."

A wave of coldness pass through me as I felt Joey's eyes on me.  Thankfully he 
kept walking past us, but Julie and Ben noticed Joey's middle finger aimed in my 
direction, and after he entered our classroom, they both gave me a questioning 
look.

"Look, uhm.. I can't be late to class, and I have...  We'll just talk later, 
okay?  I need to get this over with."

I just walked away from the stunned couple, instantly forgetting all about them 
as I approached the doorway to hell.

I felt his eyes on me as soon as I crossed the threshold.  "Oh God," I thought 
to myself. "I forgot he sits right behind me in this class."

"Hey," I said with faked cheeriness.

"Hey," he replied with unmasked coldness.

I sat down in an almost panic, then I kicked myself for showing how much this 
was getting to me.

With him a seat behind me, not only could I feel every negative emotion he was 
experiencing towards me, but all of my other senses seemed to be keyed on 
picking his every movement up.  I could hear every breath he took, feel his eyes 
burning holes in my head, and I swear sometimes I could even hear him blink.

The worse part of it was, I also knew he was reading every thought passing 
through my head.  But if I blocked his access to reading my thoughts, that would 
have cut my only hope of someday having him as a friend again.

Joey startled me when he said, "Suzi told me about her and Brandon."

"Yeah.  I knew she would."

"It sucks," he said honestly.  "I still.."

When he didn't finish, I said, "Yeah.  So do I."

"We talked for long time on the parking lot.  She's pissed at you because you 
didn't trust us.  But...  Fuck.  She wouldn't let me go without..."

"What?" I said, turning around.

"Don't make me look at your fucken face," he said with a surge of anger.  "This 
is hard enough without having to look at you."

I turned around so fast, I hurt my knee on a metal part of the desk.  The 
teacher had started class, but the only thing I was listening to was Joey's 
breathing as he tried to calm down.  And that wasn't easy considering my heart 
was pounding in my ears.

Finally he said in a low voice, "Suzi made me think it out about what you did to 
me.  I know she's right about..  why you did it and shit.

"But I can't just stop hating you. GOD!  I hate the way you look, the way you 
talk, the way you think you're so much better and wiser than everyone else.  But 
I also can't ignore you have been my best friend for most of my life, and I know 
you didn't plant those memories or alter my perception of how I see things.

"What I'm trying to say is...  Shit.  It's a lot harder to stop hating than it 
is to start.  As long as you don't try to tell me what I can and can't do, I'll 
try and keep my feelings under control."

"Joey?" I said surprising myself at how steady my voice sounded.

"What?"

"If Suzi and Brandon don't work out...  Do you think you will want her back?"

"You know I do."

"Then..." I said closing my eyes, pausing as the pair of tears ran down my face.  
"Then I won't try to patch things up with her.  It would be better if only one 
of us tries."

I heard the old familiar softness in his voice as he said, "Agreed," and that 
made me smile a little for just a moment.

We didn't say anything else to each other for the rest of the period, or even 
the rest of the week.  But the silence didn't hold the tension I had expected.  
I was just as uncomfortable in his presence as I had been earlier, but at least 
I knew he was fighting the waves of hatred and anger we both felt inside him.  
We knew it was just a matter of time.

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I don't normally do this, but I believe many people will be upset with the way 
my tale has headed.  I wish to assure everyone that things works out for the 
best.  However, this doesn't mean the three of us got married and live in the 
same mansion.  In fact, I will tell you right now that apart from visiting the 
states to attend Margaret's (Joey's mom) funeral a year and a half ago, I 
haven't seen them with my own eyes for over three years.

I tell you all this not to depress you, but maybe to give you a push in telling 
someone who has played an important role in your life how much you appreciated 
their love.  I never told her, and I will regret it the rest of my life.

Oh, by the way.  Water pistols.  The neighborhood was at war, and Joey and I 
needed some better artillery.  The woman I had at times called "mom" bought us 
four of the best water guns we could find.  We were the only kids on the block 
with a gun for each hand that didn't run out of ammo every ten squirts.  Hmm.. 
Joey can't remember who won the war either.  I guess it just wasn't important, 
even back then.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip  - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
Part 2 - Sex is for friends, Love is for Lovers.
(mfm)

"Hi," Eric said the next morning as I got out of my car at school.

"Hi," I echoed.  "Your mom miss you so much she didn't let you come to school 
yesterday?"

"No, nothing like that," he said looking at me with that 'I want a hug' look.

I gave him the hug, finding myself needing it just about as much as he had.  I 
could also sense something different about Eric's grief for James.  The pressure 
inside Eric's heart had been relieved considerably, and I realized what Eric had 
done all day yesterday was to have finally cried.

As the hug was winding down, a couple of freshmen that I not surprisingly didn't 
know walked by, whispering and glancing at us like a pair of ignorant twerps.  
Just to give them something to actually talk about, I gave Eric a kiss on the 
forehead while they watched, making them hurry away embarrassed more than 
anything else.

Eric let go with a weak smile, then asked, "You going to first hour?"

"Yeah.  Higgs and I talked after school yesterday.  I told him everything that 
happened, and then he had me give back the keys to the rooms on the third floor.  
He wants me to stop cutting class so I get my mind back into normal things, and 
the rooms upstairs would only make that more difficult."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?  Where do you think I usually went when I skipped class?  
I'm not saying I'm happy about it, but he's right.  And I kind of want to get 
back to the simple life of just worrying about my grades and shit like that, you 
know?"

"I guess," he lied.

He held the door open for me, then followed me into the building.  I felt his 
mind worrying about something, and finally felt him decide to ask about it.

"Does this mean we won't mess around together any more?" he asked with his voice 
full of emotion.

"Of course not.  Eric, right now, you're probably the only person I want to 
'mess around' with."

"Huh?  What about Suzi?"

I felt my eyes water, and I had to take a deep breath to stop the sobbing sound 
I felt building up in my gut.  Before I could get it together enough to answer 
him, a distraction presented itself.

"Tim!  Timmy!" a female squeal called.

I turned to find Becky's glowing face coming towards me, then I saw another face 
in the crowd lighten up when they saw me.  It was kind of a neat moment to find 
two different girls who I had virtually forgotten all about excited to see me 
like that.

"Hi, Becky," I said, accepting her hug graciously.  

I immediately started to say "Hi Sheryl," but only got the hi out before she 
pressed her lips against mine and gave me a nice wet kiss.

"Whew!" I said when she pulled off.

I felt Becky's feelings were a little hurt from Sheryl's show of affection, 
having intended to be the one giving me a nice welcome home.  She simply wasn't 
sure what to do or say.

So I winked at Sheryl while giving her a miniature orgasm, then turned to Becky 
and said, "Do you have a kiss for your old master too?"

It took a moment for her to comprehend real the meaning of my words, but before 
she could answer I had already pressed my lips against hers.

You could say I was a bit surprised to find her unresponsive to my kiss, and 
then I found her gently pushing me away.

So I stopped and apologized immediately.

"That's okay," Becky said turning a little red.  "It's just that I'm seeing 
someone now and, er, I.."

"I understand," I said smiling.  "Oh, uhm, Sheryl, this is Becky, Becky, Sheryl.  
And I would like you to both meet Eric.. Eric?" I said looking around.

"Excuse me a sec," I said, spotting his head going down the hall away from me.

"ERIC!" I called over the sea of heads.

He stopped and let me to catch up with him before continuing to walk in the 
direction he had been going.

"Hey," I said, taking a hold of his shoulder and stopping him.  "What's the 
matter?"

"What's the matter?!" he said, barely containing his emotion.  "Just say it and 
get it over with!"

"Say what?" I said, feeling his grief rise another notch.

"Just say its over so I can go.... go...  die somewhere!" he said with a sob.

"ERIC!" I said exasperated.  "It's not over!  It will never be over!  I love 
you, man, and right now that's all I got!  Joey hates my guts and Suzi's found 
someone else...  If I didn't have you, I'd...  I'd be the one dying somewhere.."

"But.. But..  What about them?" he said, nodding over at the two girls who were 
commenting to each other while watching us.

"Oh, Eric.  They're friends.  That's all.  Friends that I've had special moments 
with, but nothing like what we've had.  You have to realize that I've been going 
to this school for two, shit, almost three years, and that now that I'm back, 
I'm going to want to get to know them again.  But right now, you're the most 
important person in my life.  Okay?"

"Okay... I'm sorry.  Guess I just was afraid I would lose you too..."

"Come on.  Let me introduce you to them before we have to get to class," I said.

As we made our way back to them, I added, "Eric, you know I like girls.  I like 
having sex with them, I like loving them.  And apart from you and Joey, I've 
never have been interested in having sex with guys.  But I'll let you fuck my 
ass all day and night, then fuck yours anyway you want.  Hell, if you get me 
into the right mood, I might.. might just have some really dirty sex with you.  
But that's because I'm attracted to your soul, your personality, your mind, not 
your body.  You understand?"

"Yeah.  I guess I already knew that.  It's just been hard... You know."

"Believe me, Eric," I thought to him.  "I _know_"

It was a day of mixed feelings for me.  All day long, people I hadn't seen for 
four or even nine months would stop me in the hall and say hi, what's up, and 
the like.  While I didn't get any more kisses like Sheryl had given me, I did 
get a lot of hugs and friendly pats on the back.

All of the ex-slaves still wore their rings, even though the crystals had all 
turned black.  Suzi had told them all to free themselves the day after Joey and 
I had been kidnapped and before leaving with my and her parents to go into 
hiding.  After Suzi came back to school that fall without any memory of Joey or 
I, they all had dug their rings out and wore them to remind themselves they may 
be the only ones who remembered us.

I hadn't realized how many people had been affected by our disappearance and the 
strange look and behavior of Suzi during the first week of school.  If Brad and 
John hadn't gotten the nerve up to go see my mom, a lot of my friends would have 
been constantly worried that they would be next to disappear or something.

While everyone had gotten over all that and were genuinely happy to see me 
again, I could feel their concern to stay.. uninvolved with me.  Even though 
most people didn't know about my abilities, anyone who I knew by name had found 
out enough about the kidnapping to see that anyone close to me could be in 
danger of being kidnapped as well.

I had no intentions of starting the ring slaves again, but I was a little hurt 
when I discovered only Sheryl was interested in doing it again.  In fact, Sheryl 
was the one who brought the subject up, and tried to talk me into starting a new 
group of slaves.  Her brother had gone off to college, and without her pet, she 
found herself desiring the unique sexual contact that had come out of being one 
of my slaves.

So after a week of trying to play it by the rules, between feeling Eric's lust 
returning and Sheryl making every attempt to turn me on, I finally gave in and 
"borrowed" a key to the room and asked Sheryl and Eric to meet me there after 
first hour.

I was surprised to find them in a kiss when I reached the third floor.  I 
instantly made myself invisible to their minds, and watched them as they broke 
apart.

"That wasn't bad, but he doesn't usually lick my teeth like that," Eric said.

"Really?  He always does that to me.  How does he kiss you?" Sheryl responded.

"Uhm, well," he said, hesitantly moving his mouth towards her.

I watched with amusement as they took turns trying to imitate my kiss.  The 
thing they couldn't know was I had long integrated using my abilities to 
determine what they like in a kiss the most.  Everyone was a little different, 
and so I kissed everyone differently.

They actually were getting lost in their kissing, and as I watched, I was 
pleasantly surprised when Eric broke off and started kissing down her chin and 
neck.

Sheryl pressed her crotch against his and tilted her head back to give him 
greater access to her neck.  I think both Sheryl and I were holding our breath 
to see if he would go for her breasts.

Eric was just about to do it when all of a sudden he recognized the scent of my 
cologne.

His eyes opened up and he looked around, then as Sheryl was about to complain he 
said, "Okay, Tim.  I know you're here somewhere.  Come out, come out, wherever 
you are."

I appeared in front of them with a big grin on my face, startling Sheryl, but 
not phasing Eric.

"How did you know?" Sheryl asked him while I opened the door.

"Tim's not the only one who can sense things.  I can feel a hardon from twenty 
feet away," he lied.

"Well, I may not be able to do it from twenty feet, but I can sense one big one 
right now," she said, grinding her crotch against his.

"Uh.." he stammered.

"Why don't you two get in here and do it for real instead of pretending," I 
said, pulling the bed out of the sofa.

Eric took that opportunity to break away from Sheryl, then walked up behind me 
while I was leaning over to fix a sheet corner on the bed.  I expected him to 
press his crotch or hand against my ass, but instead he surprised me by nibbling 
my left ass cheek.

"Shit, Eric," I said after falling on the bed in surprise.

"See?  I told you I could get him to lay down first," he teased Sheryl.

Sheryl got this funny look in her eye, then walked seductively over to Eric and 
put her face into his to say, "That means you're next," before she gave each 
cheek a wet lick.

Without touching him with anything but her tongue, Sheryl successfully turned 
him around and made him fall on his back onto the bed beside me before Eric knew 
what was happening.

Sheryl was really feeling turned on by the idea of seducing the gay boy into 
fucking her, and I kind of liked the idea myself.

So I flashed Sheryl a quick image of her getting fucked both ways at the same 
time, and I immediately saw she was agreeable to it, especially since she had 
hoped for something like that in the first place.

But Eric had other ideas.  Before Sheryl or I could form a strategy to make that 
happen, Eric started kissing my neck while rubbing my chest, slipping his hand 
lower and lower until it was rubbing my crotch.

I gave Sheryl a glancing shrug as Eric rolled me towards him and latched his 
lips to mine.  My empathic senses were flooding me with his arousal, and I 
wasn't even aware of closing my eyes and joining in to his kiss.

Just like the last time Eric and I had made out in that room, my empathic senses 
were making my own lusts and desires match his.  In a way, I was helpless 
against Eric's stronger than average emotions.  When Eric's hand pulled my cock 
out of my pants, I was doing the same to his the next instant.  If it hadn't 
been for Sheryl distracting us by pulling both of our pants off, I think we 
would have been sucking each other off a moment later.

But Sheryl's nude body began wedging us apart, and that seemed to balance my 
emotions to where I was in control again.  And while Sheryl did her best to get 
Eric to kiss her again, I found my dick wedging up against her lower back.

I was just starting to wedge my fingers up against her rose when Eric suddenly 
got up and with a frowning look to Sheryl, he walked to the other side of the 
bed and started to lay down behind me.

Sheryl and I exchanged glances of defeat, then as she turned her body towards 
me, I felt Eric's hardon brush between my shoulder blades right before he 
started tugging on my shirt to take it off.

I allowed him to do it, then have his tummy a kiss before embracing Sheryl and 
feeling her cunt slip over my dick.

Just as we started to instinctively hump, I felt Eric's hand part my ass cheeks, 
then was surprised to feel his breath blowing in my crack.  I spread my legs as 
best as I could being on my side, then nearly came inside Sheryl when I felt his 
tongue graze my rose.

Of course the moment my ass relaxed after his stimulation, he inserted two of 
his fingers and started leaning them to the side, directing me to role her on 
her back so my ass was up in the air.

God Eric was good.  All the experience he had gained with James was giving him 
the ability to control me like a toy.  His fingers directed me to start fucking 
Sheryl, his fingers fucking my ass with my own strokes, and he easily slipped a 
third finger in within minutes.

With the skill of a pro, he switched his fingers for his prick, and I didn't 
even realize that until it sank deeper inside me than his fingers could.

Oh God that felt good.  I mean, yeah, the sex felt good, but I'm talking about 
how good it felt to let someone else control the way I was pleasured.  I knew 
Eric wouldn't betray the trust I had given him, and I wouldn't betray his trust 
either.  As I had said to him many times, I neither required or objected to any 
kind of sex with him because we had something greater than the physical kind of 
love.  We had the kind that only soul mates could have, and even though we still 
enjoyed the physical kind, it never really mattered as much as the other did.

Eric was getting the hang of controlling me as we fucked.  He made it a sort of 
game to use me to get Sheryl off, but ended up cumming before he could make me 
make her, so I ended up doing it myself.

Sheryl had been disappointed when she hadn't been the one in the middle, so as I 
began my power thrusts, I formed my invisible cock and received a lovely moan as 
it plunged into her ass.

Her brother, Stan the dog as we now called him, probably would have enjoyed the 
numerous occasions he had fucked his sister's ass if he hadn't been her slave 
hound while he did it.  I realized that Stan's rape and the time spent with me 
and Joey as our slave had really made their mark on her personality.  Since the 
beginning of the school year, Sheryl had fucked around with seven different 
guys, and at the time was still dating two of them, hoping to get them to try 
having some three way fun.  I wouldn't call her a slut really, for she wasn't 
looking for pure sex.  She had formed feeling for every one of those guys before 
bonking their brains out.

But with me it was different.  The ring slave arrangement had provided everyone 
with sex without the need for special feelings for their partners.  Oh, we were 
friends and everything, and I did care about her in that sense, but Sheryl 
simply wasn't really interested in anything beyond some free mindless sex.  Her 
sexual appetite had been increased by her experience with Joey and I, and as her 
cunt spasmed around my prick and we both came together, I found myself seriously 
considering Sheryl's unspoken offer to become my slave for good.

As Sheryl recovered from her dual orgasm, I stayed hard and inside her as I 
probed her mind deeper and deeper.  Sheryl finally noticed my intense gaze I was 
giving her, and I felt her dropping any form of resistance within her mind in 
case I did what she hoped I was considering.

But as I was probing, I had found many reasons not to take her right to choose 
her own life away.  So I began reminding her of the dreams from her childhood 
about finding someone to marry, having a family, dressing her children like she 
had dressed her dolls, something she still did once in a while.  I made her 
understand she might not get the chance to carry out those dreams because she 
would    y care about fulfilling her master's dreams, not her own.

When I saw her decision to keep her dreams, I let my dick go soft and gave her a 
loving kiss.  I made sure she knew I liked her better as a friend, not my 
devoted slave.

Eric was half asleep beside us by that time, but I knew he had wanted to cuddle 
after he had quit, so once I gave Sheryl one last kiss, I asked her if she would 
mind letting Eric and I have some private time.

I don't think Sheryl had understood my relationship with Eric until she watched 
us holding each other as she dressed.  I had felt her confusion clear up as I 
kissed Eric like she had once seen me kiss Suzi, and left a little disturbed 
thinking I had lost my interests in women since it was she and not Eric who was 
leaving.

"Eric?"

"What, lover?"

"Have I changed a lot since summer camp?"

"Yeah, you're nice and big," he teased, fondling my limp cock.

"I didn't mean physically," I said, giving his semi hard one a squeeze.

"I knew what you meant," he said as he continued to play with my own semi hard 
dick.

"Well?"

"I don't know.  In some ways I guess you're different, but only in good ways as 
far as I can see."

"Like?"

"Like, uhm...  Like how you don't use your powers to get girls and stuff 
anymore.  And you don't try and hide how you feel about me in front of others.  
James and I never kissed in public, but you give me pecks all the time."

"Oh.." I said, having found what he said the opposite of what I had hoped.  "So 
you think I'm more queer than I used to be."

"No..." Eric said, giving me a concerned look.  "I only meant you seem... wiser, 
or more grown up.  You're not afraid of showing how you feel about me because 
you know who and what you are, and don't give a damn about what others think.

"And I know you still like girls, not guys, so don't give me that going queer 
shit," he scolded.  "I guess you just don't... show off like you used to." 

"Shit, Eric.  When did you get so wise yourself?"

"It's not me, really.  My mom keeps telling me I shouldn't be afraid to let 
people know who I really am.  I was kind of repeating some of what my mom keeps 
telling me I should do, and the last time she said it, it made me think of how 
what she was talking about was just like you."

"Then your mom is a pretty wise woman, just like her lovable son," I said, 
kissing his lips.

"Have I changed that much?"

"Eric, you've changed in ways I wouldn't have believed back then.  I mean, look 
at us.  We've been laying here naked for what?  Twenty minutes maybe?  You never 
could have laid next to another male without having tried to suck them once back 
then.  You've matured so much.  But you're still the Eric I fell in love with.  
But now you're Eric the lover, not Eric the cock sucker."

"Oh yeah?" he said as he began kissing his way down my body.  "I can still be a 
cock sucker when I want to be."

I sighed a happy sigh as he tenderly began his version of my favorite of the 
twins' techniques.  I was happy mostly because he had been right about me.  And 
just to prove it didn't bother me anymore to the both of us, I moved so we were 
in a 69 position and began licking his helmeted member enthusiastically.

Not even Joey's hatred and anger he always flooded my empathic senses in fourth 
hour could sour the good mood I was in.  Of course the fact that we were on 
opposite sides of the room probably helped me retain my mood considerably. Joey 
and I had discovered we couldn't concentrate in class with him sitting behind 
me, and had convinced the teacher to let us trade seats with two of the other 
students. 

After school, I found Suzi waiting for me with Eric out by my car without 
Brandon anywhere to be seen.  I was nearly ecstatic with the hopes she broken up 
with him and wanted to make up with me.

"Hi," I said to her, pausing before we gave each other a kiss on the cheeks.

"Could I get a ride home?  Brandon had an orthodontist appointment right after 
school, and I'd like to talk to you about something."

"Sure," I said, not letting my disappointment show.  "As long as you don't mind 
Eric hearing it."

"Oh, I think I can trust him to keep a secret," she said, playing with his long 
hair.  "I mean, after all.  How would he be able to face all his gay friends if 
they knew he had lost his virginity to a girl?" she teased.

"What gay friends?" Eric said rather oddly as he got in the back seat.

Suzi and I exchanged looks, and for a moment I forgot about the distance we had 
placed between us.  But after she got in and I shut the door, I felt the 
distance return from the way she had pulled her skirt down to cover her knees.

"How are you and Joey doing?" she asked as I pulled out of the parking lot.

"As best as can be expected, I guess.  Did you hear about our... little 
argument?"

"Argument?  You mean your fist fight, don't you?" Suzi sighed.  "What started it 
anyway?"

"Don't ask," Eric said seriously.

"It's all right, Eric," I said, knowing he just didn't want me to get upset.  
"Joey said something about how Eric had turned me into a fag, and I stupidly 
tried to argue with him."

It had been the first time Joey had actually got me to stand up to his bad 
mouthing me during lunch, and if it hadn't been for Eric getting between us and 
reminding Joey how much trouble he would be in if he started another fight, I 
truly think I would have lost control of myself and beaten the shit out of him.  
Even though I had never let it show, Joey's insults and ridicules had been 
having an effect on me.  I was starting to lose ground to my desire of patching 
it up with him somehow, having the first hints of developing a similar hatred 
and anger towards him as he consistently demonstrated his own towards me.

"Oh..." Suzi said with a feeling of putting her foot in her mouth.

"Suz, what was it you wanted to talk about?" I said after a minute or two of 
silence.

"I'm not sure if I want to talk about it now," she said honestly.  "It just 
doesn't seem right to ask you for something."

"Whatever it is, I'll do it," I said anxiously.  "You know I'd do anything for 
you."

"I know...  But this different because it would be... helping Brandon and me."

"I'll still do it," I said happily as my heart sunk.  "No matter what it is."

"Well.." Suzi hesitated, knowing I could only hide my real feelings in for so 
long before it showed through if only a brief moment.

"Come on, Suzi!  Tell us," Eric said for me, playing with her long black hair 
like she had with his.

"Okay, okay," she said giving a little grin at Eric.  "You know how he's 
president of the student council and that he's on the varsity wrestling team?  
That's how I got to know him.  LeAnne talked me into joining the student council 
last year, and while I couldn't remember you and Joey, I signed up to help out 
with the wrestling team.  Oh, and speaking of LeAnne, she wanted to talk to you 
really bad, but I didn't know who she was talking about, so I forgot about it 
until now.  You should give her a call, Timmy.  She sounded pretty desperate."

"Okay.  I'll call her parents' house when I get home.  Go on."

"Uhm, let's see...  You know I told him how I felt about him a couple of days 
before you got back, and that he told me he thought he loved me too.  I'm sorry 
Timmy.  I can't ask you now.  It's too much to ask of you."

"Suzi, if you don't tell me, I'll just peek in your head and find out anyway.  
But I'd rather you tell me though," I said truthfully.

She sighed, then looked out her window trying to decide.

Finally, she said, "Brandon doesn't want to have sex until he's married, and 
that's fine with me.  But there's something else missing.  Something Brandon and 
I haven't done together that made what you, Joey, and I had so much more real 
and special that I can't...  Could you?...  Could you let Brandon and I...  have 
a two way?  Just once..  I'd never ask you again."

I was stunned.  She had been right about it being a lot to ask of me.  True, it 
wasn't something I hadn't done before, for on several occasions I had given two 
friends who were lovers the gift of having a private two way without me being in 
the link itself.  But to do it for Suzi and Brandon...  How could I do that?

"Would Saturday night be okay with you?" I heard myself say.

"You mean you'll do it?" Suzi said excitedly.

"Sure, I'll do it.  I said I'd do anything for you, didn't I?" I said with a 
convincing smile.

"Eric," Suzi said after giving me a really wondrous kiss on the lips. "Promise 
me you'll tell me if he's hiding his real feelings and doesn't really want to do 
it.  Okay?  I can't trust him when it comes to things like this.  He's gotten 
too good at fooling me."

"Oh, Suzi," I said.  "Look, girl.  Remember how I always said I knew you and 
Joey were meant for each other?  I've always known you wouldn't be my girlfriend 
forever.  It doesn't mean you and I can't still care about each other, right?  
If this makes you happy, then I'll be happy.  I'm really not upset about it, 
see?" I said, looking her in the eyes.

"Uh huh.  Then why don't you let me feel your real feelings instead of just 
looking in my eyes and holding them back?"

"Fine," I said, seeing she had called my bluff.  "Just don't be surprised with 
what you find."

The handy thing about being an experienced empath is that I knew how to share 
specific emotions without letting others out.  Still, it was very difficult to 
share only my happiness about having Eric and not the dread and anguish of going 
through with the two way, but I pulled it off and got another tasty kiss from 
her for my trouble.

But Eric wasn't the least bit fooled.  I don't know how he knew, but he knew I 
wasn't happy about it, and when we got to the south mansion, he made me admit 
it, then talked me through my tears.  I was such a mess back then.  If you 
haven't caught on yet, I was constantly going from happy to sad to neutral, 
never knowing when I would next break down in tears.  I don't know what I would 
have done without Eric those months of hell.  Between Suzi's new love and Joey's 
hatred, I needed every last drop of Eric's tender loving care.

I even invited them to my home for that Saturday night, and despite my position, 
I couldn't help but like the guy.  You have to give Suzi credit.  She had nice 
taste in men.  Heh.  Even though Brandon was against sexual intercourse before 
marriage, he wasn't all that innocent when it came to messing around with girls.  
Suzi had already given him a couple of blow jobs before Saturday, and once they 
were alone in the study, Brandon quickly had his hands diving inside her 
clothes.

By the time I came back with some drinks, Brandon was shirtless while Suzi ran 
her tongue over his chests and tits.  She had turned the tables on him, and he 
was a limp as a doll.

"You two look like you don't need my help," I said grinning.

"Wha?" Brandon said, sitting up in a hurry.  "What kind of help?"

"Brandy, Timmy is special, and by that I mean he can do things that most people 
can't do.  He's going let us share our bodies with each other."

"Uhm..  I don't think I.."

"Do it Tim," Suzi said before Brandon could refuse absolutely.

"What's... Oh my God..." Brandon said as he felt his senses double.

"He's all yours, Suz.  You know how to get me when you're ready to quit," I 
said, walking out before Brandon could figure out what was going on.

"Well?" Eric asked, laying nude with the twins on my bed.

"Well what?  The two way is going, and I'm not going to watch.  You ready?"

"I guess so," he said, a little nervous about having the twins wipe his mind.  
"Are you sure this will be... fun?"

"Trust me when I say you will never say no to them again if they ask you to fuck 
them.  Besides, if you don't get used to it, then you won't be able to resist 
them or some other empathic set of twins.  Remember, this is to protect you, not 
just something fun to do."

"All right," Eric sighed.  

Honey crawled over to get on top of Eric while I laid down next to Joy and 
proceeded to kiss her lovely lips.  After tiring of her slow french kissing, I 
moved my lips down to her full breasts and did my best nibble and suck job I 
could without the aid of my magic touch.

I was in the middle of my third pass of her right one when I felt the two girls 
getting anxious to begin.  Eric was already deeply aroused and completely lost 
in his licking of Honey's chest and neck, so I gave up my attempt at causing Joy 
to gasp at my mouth's work and laid down on my back like Eric was and waited for 
the twins to mount our hard shafts.

My own empathic abilities were put to the test resisting Joy's attempt to alter 
me like Honey was altering Eric.  But it wasn't a really serious attempt since I 
had already been seeded that time Honey and Joy had enslaved me and Joey at my 
party for my summer camp friends. 

Friday night, Joy and Honey asked me in their non verbal way if they could 
enslave Eric for their boy toy.  They promised they would give him the skills to 
resist them if he ever needed to, and ended up having to give me new insight to 
what happens in their enslaving fuck.

After the twins had altered us into their sexual servants, Joey and I had 
believed they had restored our original personalities without leaving any 
tampering.  But the fact was they had left their controls deeply buried 
underneath our true personalities, their slave personalities waiting to be 
restored whenever the twins wished.

Eric knew all this, but because he trusted me and I was convinced it was 
perfectly safe and would be beneficial to him, he agreed to do it.  I actually 
was kind of excited to see what Eric would be like as a boy toy.  I didn't have 
very good recollections of how I acted while I was boy toy Tim.

When I felt Honey blasting Eric's mind at the end, I allowed Joy to sink down on 
top of me completely before giving her a quick kiss and rolling her off me.  
Eric was a little stunned, but he snapped out of it as soon as I called his 
name.

"Wow," he kept saying,  "That was... Wow."

"Neat, huh?" I said, tucking Honey in for the night.

"Yeah!  When can we do that again?" he said, already working up another hard on.

"That is completely up to the twins, remember?"

"Uhm, oh yeah.  So what do you want to do now?" he said while running his 
fingers through Honey's long hair.

"Well..  I filled the mud rink up with fresh mud this morning..." I said, 
standing behind him, watching him.

"COOL!" he said, turning around and slapping my thigh with his still hard dick.  
"Sorry," he added, turning a little red.

"You want me to help you with that?" I asked, pulling his pud.

"Naw, that's okay.  I want you to teach me how to mud wrestle more than that."

"Shit, Eric.  Maybe the twins did more to you than I thought."

"I doubt it.  Why do you think I still have a hard on for?"

"I don't know?  Why?"

"All I can think about is you, me, in the mud, naked.... Come ON!" he said 
grabbing my hand and pulling me with him to the door.

Eric was impressing me more and more by his intelligence and quick learning 
skills.  He had excellent hand to eye coordination, he spoke fluent German, and 
had been an honor roll student all his life.  And as I was giving him lessons on 
how to mud wrestle, I began wondering if he would be better at it that I was 
from the way he was picking it up.

After spending an hour or so showing him the moves, we were just getting ready 
to have our first real match when I felt Suzi signal they were done.  I closed 
their two way, then peeked out Brandon's eyes, finding them very nearly closed 
as Suzi kissed him.

"Hey, I thought we were going to wrestle," Eric said, noticing my attention was 
elsewhere.

"Yeah, okay," I said, closing the remaining link.

Ah, there's nothing like the feel of good quality mud sliming up a loved one.  
But after I beat Eric in four straight matches, he called it quits and we headed 
for the showers.

"Tim?" Suzi said, walking in the gym's shower, her being as nude as we were.

"ACK!" Eric cried as he jumped to hide behind me.

"Eric?" Suzi said with amusement.  "What's the matter?  It's not like I haven't 
seen you naked before."

"Oh yeah," he said, hesitantly stepping out from behind me.

"You...  have grown...." she said, walking up to Eric with her eyes locked on 
his cock.

"Yeah, I guess," Eric said a little nervously.

Suzi was struggling with something as she stood there staring at Eric's little 
monster, and I was have trouble myself, finding her nude body both extremely 
appealing to me, yet making me a little uneasy with the way it still resembled 
that penis.

"What did you want, Suz?" I said gently.

She looked up at me, and I could see it in her eyes.

"Shit, Suz.  You know we can't, especially not after you and Brandon.."

"Please Timmy?  I need to know if I can.. resist the temptation.  That's how you 
put it, remember?"

"But Suzi," I sighed.  "If you can't resist, then you know what happens."

"It won't happen," she insisted, still looking in my eyes.  "I'm not going to 
let it happen again.  Ever."

"But what about Brandon?"

"He's asleep, and after what he did in the link..  Let's just say he won't 
mind."

"What did he do?"

"It doesn't matter.  Please Timmy?"

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes," she said, seeing she was getting her way.

"What are you two talking about?" Eric finally said, exasperated.

"Suzi wants to fuck," I simply said as I pressed myself against her.  "But first 
I want a kiss."

Not since our first kiss had I enjoyed the feel of her lips against mine so 
much.  And the feel of her body against mine, and the feel of her cunt sliding 
over my cock.  Our bodies moved to the same music, doing a well rehearsed dance 
of love and sex as our minds merged into one.

Oh, she had to fight her desire to become that cock for what seemed like an 
eternity.  Her lust could have easily taken over my own, and I knew I wouldn't 
be able to stop her from making us fulfill her desire's wish again.

And her desire did overcome our will at the end, but it was too late since our 
orgasm had already started.  There simply wasn't enough time to create the 
illusionary transformation, so we won our little war, even if we had lost the 
last battle.

"That was the fastest... and most intense sex I've ever seen," Eric said in 
whispery voice after Suzi and I had come to our senses.

"You okay, Suz?" I panted, spitting out her hair which had draped over my face 
when she had collapsed on top of me.

Suzi didn't say a word as she started slowly humping my softening dick again and 
licking my neck and chin.  But just as I was really starting to get concerned 
that she had lost her control again, she whispered into my ear, "I'll be fine if 
you can talk Eric into fucking my backdoor."

I moved my head to force her to look me in the eyes, then when I saw that she 
was in fact in full control, I realized how hard it had been on her.  Suzi 
hadn't had sex since the last time she and I had done it together, and that was 
a lot of stress for someone who was still recovering from being brainwashed into 
a sex toy.

Now that she had proved to herself she could resist that dark desire enough to 
render it powerless, Suzi was letting herself act on all the horniness she had 
been resisting all that time.  She simply wanted Eric and I to give her the 
sexual satisfaction which had eluded her ever since Steven had given her that 
drug.  Or I should say, she hoped we could give it to her.

I gazed into her eyes, seeking any glimpse of the sparkle she once had for me, 
knowing it was still there, even if I couldn't see it for all the lust.  The 
sparkle never did show itself, but I did recognize the life and fire within them 
being part of the Suzi I knew and loved.

And Suzi also recognized something in my eyes, for she then closed hers and gave 
me a soft and gentle kiss which was what I had been desiring from her for a long 
time.  We fell into an old and familiar rhythm as our tongues made gentle love, 
not realizing we were fucking again until we found ourselves short of breath.

We brought our fuck to a halt, then without using any telepathic or empathic 
abilities, she silently asked and I wordlessly answered.  We got up off the 
shower floor, then stood there grinning at Eric's red face as he slowed his 
masturbating hand and took his thumb out of his ass.

"What?" he finally said as Suzi and I held our hands out to him to help him up.  

"Eric," Suzi said as we pulled him to his feet, then before he could avoid it, 
she embraced him, making sure his hard cock laid across her wet hole. 

"Remember our first time?  How about another round?" she said in a husky voice.

"But I...  I..." Eric said, struggling to resist the sensations of her female 
body pressing up against him.  

"I..  I don't...  Suzi...  STOP!" he exclaimed as he pushed her away.

Suzi stepped on my foot with her heel before regaining her balance, and that 
made me exclaim "Shit! Eric.  What'd you that for?"

"I was about to cum!" he explained.  "I didn't want to..  to waste it."

Suzi perceived his words incorrectly, thinking he wasn't interested in her 
anymore, that he didn't want to waste it on her.  Her feelings were hurt, and 
she started having second thoughts about the whole idea.  

But just as Suzi opened her mouth to say she should be getting back to Brandon 
anyway, Eric said, "Well?  Are we going to go somewhere where there's a bed?"

"You mean you still want to?  With me?" Suzi said hesitantly.

"Sure I do.  I.." Eric said before turning a little red again.  "Shit, Suzi.  
Once in a while, I think about what I'm going to miss if I never try to have a 
girl lover.  My dad...  I think he's as gay as I am, but he loves my mom, and I 
know they still do it.  He's always says he's envious of me, but he's also 
always telling me why he doesn't regret what he did and how things turned out.  
I want to be a dad myself someday, and it doesn't matter if it is a son or 
daughter either."

Eric paused to sniff and wipe his nose, then with wet eyes and a shy grin, he 
said, "For a while, I tried to make myself go straight by thinking of what you 
and I did as I jerked off in bed at night.  I gave up after a couple of weeks 
because I couldn't get myself interested in other girls.  Just you.  Only you. 
You didn't remember me back then, so it was almost as bad as not finding Tim..."

"Oh, Eric," Suzi cooed as she embraced him again, but this time with his 
complete acceptance.  "That was so...  sweet."

"Yeah, very sweet," I said, noticing for the first time how mature Eric really 
had become.

You see, Eric had been lying through his teeth about the "Only you" bit.  If he 
and James hadn't met, Eric would have probably succeeded in converting himself 
into something more bisexual than the gay boy he was.  Why did I consider his 
lie to be a sign of maturity?  Because he had done it for the right reasons, not 
just so he could get a second round of lovin' with her.

I've often heard people say men are at their sexual peak when they are...  well, 
depending on who says it, it can as young as 14 to as old as 22.  I was 17, Eric 
was 15, and despite the fact that we had cum earlier with the twins, and Suzi 
and I had already had a very explosive orgasm together, both Eric and I were 
very much ready and willing to fuck Suzi and each other as long and hard as she 
wanted.  I don't know, maybe they were right about us guys.  But then again, I'm 
still just as ready to have sex now as I was back then, but I suppose I'm more 
choosy about who it is.

Anyway, we ended up going to a guest room since the twins were in my bed, and 
Suzi and I were surprised by how smoothly Eric managed to embrace her and 
tenderly initiate a kiss.

I stood there in awe of Eric exchanging passionate kisses and stroking her body 
just like an experienced heterosexual lover would.  I hadn't really given it 
much thought before, but as I watched him lovingly gaze into her eyes while he 
finally inserted his helmeted warrior into her cave of pleasure, I realized how 
different making love to a male was to that of to a female.

It all came down to what you groped and fondled the most, tits and pussy or cock 
and ass.  Sure, you can go for a guy's tits, or a girl's ass, but arousal was 
the game, and it simply was more arousing to your partner to fondle their 
genitalia, and more arousing for you to fondle the thing you wanted to suck or 
fuck.

Speaking of fucking, my dick perked up when I got a glimpse of Eric's asshole 
winking at me on one of his upward strokes.  In fact, after centering my 
attention on his ass for a few moments, my dick said in its wordless way, "Hey, 
you could be doing something more than standing around playing with me.  Get me 
over there!"

When Eric felt my finger probe his ass, he shuddered and slowed his humping.  I 
was just about ready to insert a second finger in when Suzi suddenly rolled him 
over on to his back and started humping him good and hard.

God, one look at her ass and I almost plunged it in without warning her.  And 
when she wouldn't slow down enough so I could loosen her up with my fingers, I 
just laid my cock across her bobbing crack, then discovered an all new pleasant 
sensation, the feeling of a woman's crack sliding against my cock as she fucked 
another one.

And Suzi was really getting turned on by my dick riding her backside like that.  
Finally she slowed down and started trying to capture the tip of my cock with 
her hole, getting us both more aroused every time she managed to get it started 
then it slip away.

By the time we succeeded in getting my dick's head into her pulsing shit hole, 
my precum was smeared all over her crack and inner ass cheeks.  But this was 
quickly forgotten, for just as I pushed myself in to the hilt, Eric started 
frantically struggling to sit up.

"Aaaa!" Eric cried painfully.  "I got a cramp in my leg!  Get off... please!"

"Shit, Eric," I said lifting Suzi off of him then setting her down on the bed 
next to him.  "You have lousy timing.."

"I'll say," Suzi agreed, rolling over onto her back as I used my abilities to 
soothe his cramped leg.

I lovingly massaged the muscle which had knotted, using my soothing magic touch 
without realizing it.  By the time I had finished, Eric was sound asleep.

Suzi was just laying on her side watching me, and when I glanced at her, she 
gave me one of her smiles that you just can't help but smile back.  

Her eyes wandered back to Eric's sleeping face, then she said softly, "You 
really love him, don't you.  Not like before, I mean.  More like...  Like how 
you used to love Joey and me."

"I still do, you know," I said, laying down behind her on the bed and snuggling 
up to her backside.  "No matter who you're with or what you do, I'll always love 
you, Suz.  Nothing in the world could take that away from me.  Nothing."

Suzi wiggled herself to face me, then as we were gazing into each other's eyes, 
she pulled away and said, "I can't..  I'm sorry, Timmy.  I just can't.."

"You can't what?" I said, feeling her struggling with her emotions as she got 
off the bed.

"I...  I do care about you, Timmy.  But..  I need to be with someone else for a 
while.  You're the sweetest, most caring person I know, and I do love you..  But 
I don't think I can handle being IN love with you again.  You just don't know 
how hard it has been for me to find someone else to love like this.  I don't 
think I could survive losing you again..  I'm sorry.  I better go."

I didn't notice how Eric had woken up for the last part of the conversation 
until he placed his hand on my shoulder a minute after Suzi had left the room.

"Are you okay?" he said gently.

I moved my eyes from the doorway she had passed through and looked deeply into 
his sleepy eyes, and suddenly broke out in a smile and said, "Yeah.  I guess I 
am."

"Really?" he said with a mixture of suspicion and delight.

My answer was to wrap my arms around his mid section and give his chest a kiss 
as I pushed him onto his back. 

I sighed with contentment after getting myself comfortable, then fell asleep on 
top of my lover, having let go of my futile desire of ever having Suzi and Joey 
as lovers again. 

Up until that moment I had been carrying the weight of restoring our threesome 
relationship, but now I simply had allowed myself to be happy with what I had. I 
had decided to let it happen if it was meant to be, but I'd be just fine without 
them as long as I had Eric's love to support me. 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip  - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
Part 3 - Wedding Bells
(mc mf)

All my life I had hoped, prayed, and dreamed for the day which had finally 
arrived.  My mother was to marry my father, and it just sort of hit me all of a 
sudden while driving up to the huge church where it was going to actually 
happen.

"Shit," I said after shutting off the engine, staring at the rather impressive 
house of God.

"What's the matter?" Eric asked, trying to see what I was looking at.

"Nothing really..  It's just I once promised my mom I'd be the first one to 
throw the rice at her wedding.  I forgot all about it."

"Well I didn't," he said grinning as he pulled a pinch of rice out of a pocket 
and flicked it at me.

"Oh, Eric..  You're a life saver, you know that?"

"Yep.  'Course it will cost ya to use my rice," he said seriously.

"Oh really..  How much?"

"Just a kiss," he said, turning his head towards me.

"Deal," I said, giving him a smooch he'd be thinking about for while.

We got out of the car and strolled up to the center set of front doors, both of 
us watching the two rather large ape-like men in tuxedos waiting patiently to 
open the doors for us or anyone else who was invited.

"Hey, boys.  Who all's here?" I said.

The black man who was the larger of the two responded, "The Master, The 
Mistress, Mr. and Mrs. Connor, Mr. Cord, Mr. Lexington, Mrs. Broth.."

"Mr. Cord?  What's he look like?" I asked, having never met the man who was my 
father's best man.

Neither of the two doormen bothered to answer since they knew I would just peek 
at the image forming in their heads.

"Oh.  Thanks.... And thanks," I said as they reached to open the doors for us.

"Why didn't they answer you?" Eric said once we were in the foyer and the doors 
had closed behind us.

"They didn't have to, that's...  Wow..."

Stretching out before us was a cathedral large enough to play high school 
football in..  well, if it wasn't for all the pews and fragile stained glass 
windows, anyways.  Even though it wasn't anywhere near the size of the cathedral 
in England I would later visit, it still was an awesome sight to behold for the 
first time.

There weren't too many people there yet, and even if there had been a hundred or 
so, I doubt anyone would have known because the place was so large.

"Hey, Tim," Eric began as we set out to explore the place. "You never did say if 
you guys talked your mom out of going nude at the reception."

"Shit, Eric.  That wasn't what my dad and I were arguing with her about.  She 
wanted to go naked down the aisle."

"NO WAY!" Eric said, turning red from the way his voice echoed around the huge 
empty space.

"Yeah, way.  All she was going to wear was a body length veil and a fifteen foot 
long train that the twins and a few of their sisters would carry in the buff 
too.  I'm still not happy about her wedding dress.  But at least it covers what 
it needs to cover."

"Wow...  You know, I never thought I'd admit this to you, but...  You're mom 
is.."

"I know, Eric.  I know."

"What do you know?"

"She's the sexiest woman you've ever met," I sighed.

"Yeah.  And she gives great...  Whoa!  Look at that!" he said, trying to get his 
excitement up over a stained glass window of Jesus, attempting to cover up how 
he had almost stuck his foot in his mouth.

"That's nothing, Eric," I said just as my eye caught something vaguely familiar.  
"Look at that one!" I said, pointing over to one of the bigger ones behind the 
podium.

"I can't believe it.." Eric breathed.  "Isn't that... sacrilege?"

"Probably," I said, staring at the image of my mom, my dad, and myself sitting 
at the table with Jesus while the twins served him his drink and dinner.

"If that one isn't, then that one has to be!" Eric said pointing to one of the 
others.

"Shit, dad," I moaned, recognizing the tops of the twins' heads sticking up 
above the table immediately in front of my dad's and Jesus' laps.

"I wonder where your mom went in...  Oh.."  Eric said just as I noticed that 
there was one in front of my lap also.

"FUCK!" I said a little too loud as I walked straight for the aisle heading for 
the doors.

"Tim!" Eric called, hurrying to catch up with me.  "Where are you going?"

"OUT!  I'm NOT going to allow THAT... THAT THING be seen my mother's WEDDING!" I 
shouted behind me.

I went outside for a few minutes, then came back in and sought out someone who 
worked for the church.  I found one of the ministers talking to some weasel 
faced woman, and interrupted their discussion a bit rudely.

"May I help you, my son?"

"Yeah.  How much would it cost to replace one of the big stained glass windows?"

"One of our windows?" he said, looking up and around for anything amiss.

"Yeah..  Just how much would it cost?"

"I don't rightly know..  A considerable amount, I'm sure."

I got my wallet out and said, "Do you take Visa or Mastercard?"

"I'm sorry, son.  I'm afraid I don't understand.  None of the windows are in 
need of replacing.."

I pulled out two of the seven rocks I had brought in and without any hesitation 
threw them at the blastomous image behind us.

"Opps," I said after one of the two rocks hit the wrong target.  "Oh well.  I 
guess you'll just have to bill me for two then."

"CHILD! HAVE YOU GONE INSANE?!?" the minister cried as I pulled out two more 
rocks.

"Nope," I said letting them fly, then felt some satisfaction when they both hit 
their marks.

Even though Eric joined the fun and hit the 100 point bonus area showing Jesus' 
orgasmic face, we had to make four trips outside to get enough rocks to knock 
out enough of it so no one could tell what it had been about.

I've never seen my dad so mad before.  I was in the middle of cleaning up my 
mess when he came out with the twins and Mr. Cord, and in moments we were 
shouting at each other not listening to what the other was saying.  It was kind 
of ugly, and if it hadn't been for the twins getting in our faces while scolding 
us in their empathic way, I don't know what would have stopped us from doing 
something we would have regretted later.

"He should have known I wouldn't allow something like that at my mother's 
wedding," I grumbled a few minutes later to Eric in a isolated pew.

"Tim, did you notice how that guy looked at you while you two were arguing?" 
Eric said, trying to get my mind off of my frustration.

"What guy?" I said with some impatience.

"The guy that was with your dad."

"Cord?  No.  What he do?"

"He never took his eyes off you.  I don't like him.  I think he's up to 
something."

I gave Eric a wiry grin, then said, "Since when are you empathic or telepathic?"

"Shut up.  You didn't see him.  He looked at you like you were... you were... 
uhm.."

"What?"

"I don't know.  He was just really interested in you for some reason."

"Well, I didn't feel anything from him, and he didn't try to probe me.  Maybe he 
just never saw someone argue with my dad before.  Forget about him, Eric.  I'd 
know if he was up to something.  And even if I didn't catch it, the twins would 
have."

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Shit.  Well, it's time for me to get changed into my tux.  You gonna wait 
here?"

"Yeah.  I want to watch them cover up the missing glass.  Those guys have cute 
butts."

"Gee, and I thought you liked mine," I teased, getting up and making it wiggle 
more than usual as I walked away.

"I do like yours, but I don't get many chances to watch three cute butts like 
that."

I left him to his butt watching and changed, then ran into Margaret on the way 
back and we ended up talking longer than we probably should have.  She was very 
worried about Joey, and even suggested I do something to him to restore his old 
self.  It took forever to explain was why I couldn't do that to him again.

When I went back out into the church, Eric was nowhere to be seen.  People were 
starting to trickle in, and I felt torn between looking for Eric and meeting the 
guests as they arrived.  I decided that since the wedding wasn't supposed to 
start for another hour, I wasn't going to miss anyone that I invited if I spent 
half that time looking for Eric.

After looking around for ten minutes, I gave up and just used a pulse.  I wasn't 
sure how many telepaths were in the church or how many of them would detect my 
pulse.  Since it worked and no one seemed to be staring at me, I figured no one 
had noticed it and just followed my lock on Eric's mind.

"What the.." I muttered when I felt Eric's mind go blank a few moments, then 
found him quickly returning to the pew he had been sitting in when I had left 
him.

I started tuning in what my newest senses were saying, and just as I had 
suspected, someone was remote controlling him back to his seat while his mind 
was asleep.  I locked on the source of the stream of symbols, then watched 
carefully to see what their intentions were.  Once Eric was sitting down and 
fully aware of his surroundings again, I did a quick scan to see if he had been 
altered, then made my way towards the offending telepath.

"Oh Max..  That's feels wonderful..." I heard a girl's voice say just as I was 
about to knock on the door.  "Mmmmm, right there..  Yeah..."

As quietly as I could, I peeked inside the door to find a girl about my age 
getting a shoulder massage from a guy who looked to be in his early twenties. 

I couldn't help but grin when I decided to play a little trick on her, and once 
I made sure the guy wouldn't see me, I didn't bother hiding my grin as I entered 
the room.

My adversary wasn't monitoring her enslaved boyfriend's mind, so I began 
programming him to carefully switch the massage job over to me.  Without any 
interruption to the pattern he was using on her shoulders, I first replaced his 
right hand with my own, then I moved in front of him.  With only a slight break 
in the rubbing, I replaced his left hand also, then sent the toy boy to stand 
guard outside the door.

As I turned on my magic touch with the setting on low, I was surprised to find 
her shoulders and neck muscles were actually quite tense.  So for a few minutes 
I concentrated on working the knots and stiffness out of them before attempting 
to put my plan into action.

"Mmmmm, Maxy....  I like that...  Ohhh...  Ohhhhh!  Mmmmmm...  Let me lay down 
if you're gonna do my back.."

I panicked for a moment as she started to move up out of her chair, then almost 
let out a sigh of relief when she allowed me to guide her to the floor without 
her ever opening her eyes.

I was being very careful not to over do my magic touch at first.  She was a 
telepath after all, and if she detected my telepathic manipulation of her body's 
nerves, I would probably have to defend myself rather than the fun I had in 
mind.  But once I got her relaxed enough, I would start turning it up for it was 
a necessary part of my plan.

"Max..." she sighed softly after a few minutes of my back rub.  "Undo the back 
of my dress so you won't stretch the fabric.." she said with even less energy.

I complied happily, having gotten tired of the material hampering my style.  She 
gave out several small sighs afterwards, and once I had 'accidentally' unhooked 
her bra and didn't find her the least bit concerned, I knew it was time to turn 
up the power.

I kept my eye on the time as I pushed her deeper and deeper into her relaxed 
trance that my magic touch was producing, and once I was sure she was under deep 
enough, I started whispering little suggestions in her ear about how relaxed she 
was and how good my hands felt on her naked skin.

I was really enjoying myself as I suggested she wanted me to undo the rest of 
her dress and lower her panties.  I resisted the temptation of touching anything 
but her back and legs, knowing that she probably would snap out of her little 
trance if I tried anything funny.

Once my prize was in my pocket, I started to suggest to her she would forget 
anything but how I (that is Max) gave her a wonderful back rub.  Once I redid 
her bra and had her dress buttoned up half way decent, I quickly turned the job 
over to Max, carefully hiding my tampering of his mind with memories of 
pleasuring his mistress with his massage.

"What took you so long!" Eric exclaimed when I finally got back.  "You were gone 
almost an hour!"

"Sorry.  I had some..  Business to settle," I said with a grin, patting my 
pocket.  "I'll tell you about it at the reception.  Come on.  People we know 
should be arriving soon."

I really hadn't invited that many of my friends to the wedding, mostly because 
of the number of adult telepaths who might take an interest in them.  

Joey and Suzi had been invited by my mom before Sarah had released Joey's true 
feelings and Suzi had found another lover.  Then a few weeks before the wedding, 
I kind of let them both know that my mom and I would understand if they had 
chan    their minds, but was surprised to find they both still wanted to go.

I had expected Joey to do the opposite for obvious reasons, but I guess because 
it was my mom's wedding, not mine, and the fact that his own mother was the maid 
of honor, he had enough reasons to want to go that didn't have anything directly 
to do with me.  

But with Suzi...  Well, during the few weeks following Suzi's and Brandon's two 
way, I had been sensing some kind of trouble between them, and Suzi had admitted 
that Brandon had taken a dislike for her displays of affection towards me.

My dad was rather flustered when he found out I had invited Penny, Michael, and 
David to the wedding, but my mom understood that I just wanted to check up on 
them, and then suggested I invite Jerry and Dana too for the same reason.

I then considered inviting my other friends from summer camp as well, but I 
quickly decided against it, seeing I really wouldn't have much time to spend 
with them since they would have to go back to school the day after the next.

So the only other friends I had invited were Brad, Sandi, John, and James, the 
latter of course didn't show.

Penny's group was the first to arrive, and I was happy to see Michael and David 
looking more like themselves, even though David was still bulkier than Michael 
from all the muscles he had put on last year.  But Michael appeared to have been 
working out himself to catch up to his brother's mass, and while I hadn't 
recently been working out like he had been, I got a kick out of discovering that 
I was just as strong as he was just from my Eta experience.

Mindy and Veronica were their precious four month old identical twins, and I 
swear Michael and David were more protective of them than they had ever been of 
Penny.  I got to hold Mindy for about twenty seconds before David decided he 
wasn't happy with the way I held her and snatched her before I could even peek 
inside her head.

Suzi and Brandon joined us about then, and I was a little ticked off at how Suzi 
got to hold both of them for several minutes without either of the boys seeming 
to mind in the least.  I wasn't sure if it was because it had been Penny's idea 
or it was from the fact that Suzi was a girl and I was a guy...  But I didn't 
bother to find out for Joey had arrived.

Talk about an entrance.  He walked in with two beautiful women just hanging off 
of him, and I couldn't help but notice how the eyes of every male in the room 
seemed to be drawn to them.

That included David and Michael, and you should have seen them jump when Penny 
cleared her throat in annoyance.  I couldn't stop myself from grinning, and then 
went over to Joey thinking I could share the moment of humor with him.

Boy, talk about stupid.  Not only did he assume my grin was intended to be some 
kind of insult, but I almost lost my cool when he accused me of being jealous.  
The only thing I could think to do that wouldn't infuriate him or myself more 
was to shrug and walk away.

When Jerry and Dana arrived, they were very uncomfortable finding Penny and her 
two babies there.  I quickly pulled them aside to where the others wouldn't 
hear, then didn't have to ask anything since they volunteered. 

Dana's and Jerry's parents had talked them into putting their baby up for 
adoption shortly after its premature birth, and while they both since then had 
regretted it even though they knew it was for the best, they thought they had 
come to terms with their feelings.  But the sight of Penny with her two baby 
girls had added their regrets on top of their resenting Penny having such good 
fortune after what her family had put them through.

Dana was practically in tears by the time Jerry admitted he wished they had kept 
their own little girl, and I was feeling pretty down myself, recalling how none 
of it would have happened if I hadn't given Penny that knowledge from the twins. 

Penny startled me by walking up with her two girls in her arms without my 
detecting her, and before any of us could really react, she carefully slipped 
one of her babies into Dana's arms, then gave Jerry the other once Dana had 
gotten a good hold.

"I know this doesn't make up for what Steven and I did to you," Penny said with 
a sniff, "but I really am sorry.  Our babies should be just about the same age, 
and if you want, I'll try and share them with you..."

"You'd do that?" Dana said, looking up with fresh tears in her eyes.

"It's the least I could do after..." Penny said before choking up.

I watched my two friends as they cuddled and held the infants in their arms for 
a while, then gave Penny a gentle kiss on her cheek before leaving them since it 
was getting close to show time.

After trying to assure David and Michael that everything was fine, I left the 
two standing by a window looking just as lost as before I had said anything to 
them.  Brad, John, and Sandi were talking with Joey and his two ornaments, but 
Joey took his two centerfold companions with him to get a seat when he saw me 
walking up.

It was clear that while John had been impressed with the two slaves Joey had 
borrowed from his brother-in-law, he was much more interested in Sandi, probably 
because she had fucked him in the back seat while Brad had drove them there.  
Brad, on the other hand, was far more interested in figuring out what he could 
offer Joey to let him get some of that grade A pussy he was flaunting around.

Sandi of course only thinking about what would make Brad happy, but John's 
affection towards her wasn't going unnoticed.  I was pleased to find she was at 
aware of her own feelings concerning others, even if she felt it all had to be 
sexual in some way. 

Finally it was time.  The organ was starting to play the wedding march, and my 
mother's maids and my father's grooms were pairing up and going up the aisle.  I 
was in the back, waiting for my mother and the twins to escort them up the aisle 
myself.  The moment I saw her in her white gown of sparkles, I was captivated by 
the sight of my mom in all of her splendor and bliss.

"Wow, mom...  You look...  spectacular," I said as she walked up to me.

"Thank you, dear," she replied with love.  "I..."

She was cut off by a loud crack of thunder and the flicker of the lights.

"That's funny," she said.  "There weren't any thunderstorms in the forecast this 
morning."

We were just about to ignore the sound of the wind picking up as it was almost 
time for our walk up the aisle when two louder booms shook the church.  The 
lights flickered and went out, and after the organ music died with the lights, 
the sound of the wind became seemingly even louder.

Suddenly the four center doors behind us burst open, the wind which followed 
nearly knocking us over.  I was just recovering my wits when I saw the sea of 
symbols flooding in through the open doors and the walls around them.

I instantly raised my barriers and focused my mind at countering the tidal wave 
of sensory commands from altering my sight and hearing, but was unable to shield 
my mother or anyone else in the hall.

The gasps of my mother and the few men who had run up to aid us stirred my 
curiosity about what they were seeing, and once I figured out how, I opened a 
hole in my barrier and the spewing of counter symbols to allow my right eye and 
ear to receive the illusions the others were believing to be real.

I too gasped as my right eye showed a golden chariot descending from above with 
a man wearing a white flowing gown which fluttered in the wind of the violent 
storm.  Lightening flashed all around him, yet never got near enough to harm 
him, and then suddenly my right eye noticed the two angels descending from the 
heavens, landing beside the golden chariot the moment it had touched the ground.

That's when my left eye started agreeing with my right one.  I had failed to 
notice the yellow cab pulling up, but I had seen the two women get out and help 
the man out of the cab just like they did in the illusion.  And as the two 
glowing women escorted the long white-haired, white-bearded man towards us, the 
cab left, then I found the waves of symbols coming to an end.

It wasn't until the man and his two escorts reached the door before anyone said 
a word.

"Daddy?" my mother said with a squeaky sound of awe.

"Yes, my child," the old man said, spreading his arms out in a hug like gesture, 
the flowing robes cascading down from his arms giving him a winged look.

"Daddy?!" I echoed as she gave him the hug he had requested.

My eyes peered intensely at the old man's face, finding the familiar features of 
the man I had studied from the painting and pictures of my grandparents.  I was 
startled when I realized his own eyes had been focused on my face the entire 
time mine had been on his, but I felt he was as curious of me as I was of him 
and was reassured by the smile he gave me then.

"What is going on?" I heard my dad's approaching voice say.  "Who the hell are 
you?"

The two "angelic" women tensed up at his blasphemous remark, and my grandfather 
seemed to grow two inches taller as he straightened up, becoming extremely 
serious and... I suppose parental would be the best word for it.

"_I_ am thy lord and master, thy creator, and the father of your intended 
bride," my grandfather boomed out without actually raising his voice.

"Shit," my dad gasped, realizing he had just insulted his soon to be father-in-
law.  I was impressed, however, at how quickly my dad recovered his wits, and 
the next moment he was doing something I never would have believed him to do.

"Forgive me Lord, for my words spoken out of haste..." my dad said after 
kneeling in front of my grandfather and bowing his head in respect.

I think it even surprised my grandfather, and the look on my mom's face was 
probably a lot like my own.  To submit to my grandfather like that went against 
my dad's personality.  He always tried to appear that he was superior to others, 
especially to other telepaths.  It basically was a defense mechanism that he had 
needed in order to live in the same house as his father when he was growing up.  
His father intimidated the hell out of him, but to show that he was weak in 
front of his father would have been just asking for punishment of some kind. 

"I can forgive you for your blasphemy while present in my house, but I can not 
forgive your treachery and deceit."

"What treachery and deceit?!" my dad said, dropping the worshipper act.

"Daddy..." my mom said with a warning tone.

"Hush, child," my grandfather said as my dad rose to his feet and the two men 
exchanged intense glares of hostility.

"I will NOT be hushed, Dad!  This is my wedding day!" she said, stomping her 
foot and breaking the one inch heel.  "Shit!  Now look what you made me do!"

"What treachery and deceit?" I echoed my dad as I had my mom lean on me while 
she took off her broken shoe.

"He did not ask for my daughter's hand in marriage," he simply put.  "If he had, 
I would have said no.  This cretin is not worthy to marry the daughter of..."

"Excuse me, but how would you know anything about him?" I said, defending my 
cretin father's honor.  "I mean, as far as I've heard, you've been living on an 
island for the past twenty years.  I bet you don't even know who I am, let 
alone..."

"I am all seeing, all knowing, and all wise!" my grandfather boomed with the 
thunder outside echoing his words.  "If thou were not my daughter's son, your 
insolence would be punished!  I am thou Lord, thou father in thy heaven come 
down to this mortal land to oversee this injustice to My work is corrected!"

"Bull shit!" my dad and I both said at the same time.

My grandfather suddenly spread his arms out away from his sides while the wind 
began picking up speed.  As I had somewhat suspected, my grandfather flooded the 
room with symbols for another illusion, and as the others began seeing the walls 
and ceiling fade away, I concentrated on keeping my own senses clear of his 
influence.

Everyone but my grandfather and I found themselves no longer sitting in a 
church, but in a jungle like garden.

"Behold, nonbelievers!" my grandfather cried.  "The Garden of Eden!  Take a good 
look!  For none who approve of this marriage will ever see it again!"

There was no way I could stop the flood of symbols he was emitting, barely 
keeping my own senses clear as it was.  But then I realized I didn't have to 
prove anything to anyone but myself, for my empathic abilities had finally 
sorted his intentions out.

"Okay, grandpa," I said loudly enough for most to hear.  "We're sorry we didn't 
invite you to the wedding, and we can all see how incredibly powerful you are.  
Can we please go back to the church before mom's dress gets all dirty from this 
dirt floor?"

I felt a shiver pass through me as his eyes peered into my own, finding they 
strongly resembled the ones from my hallucinatory dream while trapped in that 
small room with LeAnne in my grandfather's old house.  I kept my slight 
uneasiness from showing while we exchanged our steady stares, but was obviously 
relieved when he simply grunted his consent while lowering his arms and stopping 
his flood of symbols.

"Charles Richard Grodmen," my grandfather announced looking over my father's 
head.  "Because thou have been as good to My daughter and grandson as you are 
capable of, I await your plea."

My dad looked at my mom, then after my mom gave her father a calculating gaze, 
she nodded her head.  But that wasn't enough for my dad, and once I saw he 
wanted my opinion also, I could only give him a shrug and a look that said "It 
couldn't hurt."

So my dad kneeled down again and respectfully asked my grandfather for his 
permission to marry his daughter.  My grandfather made him sweat it out a little 
before finally announcing to the world (or at least everyone in the church) his 
daughter was to be married that day.

"Can we PLEASE finish this now?" my mother said as she purposely broke the other 
shoe's heel so she wouldn't hobble up and down the aisle.

"Yes, my child," my grandfather said.  He then waved his left hand above his 
head and exclaimed, "LET THERE BE LIGHT!"

When the lights instantly flickered on, I grinned from having caught the symbols 
he had sent out to whoever had switched the power back on.  He caught my smile, 
and with a sparkle in his eyes he thought to me, "I've always wanted to say 
that."

The organ started up again as my father walked back to his position at the 
altar, and I was about to ask my grandfather if he was going to take a seat 
before I took my mother down the aisle.  But before I could open my mouth, my 
mom said to me, "Timmy, don't you think you should go join your father?"

"But I...  Oh," I said, quickly turning around and walking to my seat to hide my 
disappointment from both of them.

I had refused to be one of my father's groomsmen because I felt giving my mother 
away was my part in their wedding and didn't need to do anything more.  But now 
I found myself feeling extremely left out, almost as if this was just the 
beginning of their excluding me from their lives and affairs.

Even though my mom and grandfather didn't notice the look on my face, my dad 
had.  I was sitting silently next to Eric and wasn't paying attention to what 
was going on around me when I suddenly realized my dad was calling my name from 
the aisle.

"Sorry, what?" I said looking up at his face.

"You can't sit there," he said with a serious face.

For a moment my feelings of being left out tripled in strength while my body 
went cold from shock, but then my empathic senses kicked in and his love and 
fatherly feelings for me came through.

"I don't understand," I said, my heart starting to race.

He broke out in a grin and said, "I am thou father, all seeing, all knowing, and 
all wise.  Come, my son.  Your place is at my side."

When I hesitated he added in a softer voice, "I can have two best men if I wish, 
and that is what you will always be to me...  My best."

The next thing I knew, I was hugging my old man, and I was surprised to find him 
hugging me back just as hard.  I guess our earlier dispute over the stained 
glass windows had upset him more than I had thought, for when we broke apart he 
had to wipe his eyes while we both sniffed a few times.

Once we were in our positions, we found the doors to the foyer had been closed 
and had to wait a few more minutes before we found out why.

When the organ finally began playing "Here Comes the Bride," the doors opened to 
reveal a thick fog which hid the contents of the room.  As the fog slowly flowed 
down the aisle like a royal white carpet, the outlines of two figures began to 
move from within the foggy room.

When the two figures emerged, the entire church seemed to take one big gasp at 
the sight of my mother's beaming face showing through her body length veil, her 
veil and train being the only thing covering her beautiful body.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the sight of my long white-haired grandfather in 
his white and flowing robe proudly escorting my equally proud nude mother down 
the aisle at a slow and steady pace. 

I barely noticed that the twins and their four blood sisters were in their 
birthday suits as well, the five year old twins appearing just as calm and 
dedicated to their task as their older sisters did while carrying the very end 
of my mother's train.

Even though her body length veil did obscure a lot of her private details, I 
think every male in the room over the age of ten popped a boner from what they 
could see.  The church's bright lights made her white veil seemingly shine 
brighter than was possible, and both my grandfather's robe and her veil's bright 
whites made them appear to have a spot light on them the entire time they walked 
down the very long aisle.

Row by row, the astonished faces of the guests turned towards us as my mother 
and grandfather walked past them, their gaze transfixed on the shining pair 
until Joy and Honey strode by them, their unbridled nudity always triggering 
another round of silent gasps.

Even though I was burning up with embarrassment, I couldn't help but smile 
seeing how happy and beautiful my mother looked as her father offered her to my 
dad and stepped away.  Then as she stepped forward to stand beside my dad at the 
altar, my mother's eyes met mine.  Despite having over three hundred people's 
eyes on us, for several moments it seemed as if we were standing there alone, 
sharing in our excitement and happiness while feeling the seventeen years of 
trust and love flow between us.

I couldn't help but let my tears of happiness flow during the ceremony, having 
lost the fear of losing my oldest and best friend to my father, and was feeling 
closer to the both of them like I had never dreamed before.  It was like I was 
getting married just as much as they were, and in a sense I was.  This marriage 
officially made us a family, mother, father, and son.

After the priest had said the magic words and they had kissed, they both noticed 
the emotions pouring out of me as I stood there with a quivering smile and wet 
face.  Without hesitating or looking away from me, they both stretched an arm 
out towards me, and I instantly fell into their embrace, hugging them both while 
I bawled.  It took me several minutes to get a hold of myself, discovering Honey 
and Joy had joined the family hug and were a little overcome themselves.

By that time, the church had become extremely noisy with conversation, but when 
my mom signaled the organist to start the march, they quieted down as my mom and 
dad led the way back out to the foyer for the "thank you for coming" line up.

I was stunned to find my mother back in her wedding dress after only having 
stepped into the back room for a moment, but only had time to wonder where the 
twins had gone before having to turn my attention to shaking hands and smiling a 
lot as the guests filed by.

The feeling that Suzi and Brandon were having trouble in their relationship was 
amplified when I noticed Suzi snap at him down the line.  Then when I briefly 
shook his hand, he wouldn't look me in the eye because he was afraid I would see 
the jealousy he felt towards me.  Suzi and I exchanged kisses on the cheek, then 
she apologized before telling me they couldn't go to the reception.  Strangely 
enough, I didn't really care, and I think it disturbed Suzi a little when I 
accepted it without even asking her the reason why.

I was extremely surprised to find Eric and Joey standing in line together, 
Joey's borrowed escorts still clinging to Joey's sides.  At first I thought they 
were just humoring each other, but then Joey whispered something into Eric's ear 
which made Eric crack up and then whisper back his reply.

But by the time they reached my position in the line, Joey's good humor had been 
significantly reduced just by my very presence.  Even Eric could feel the 
tension between us as Joey struggled to keep his wildly fluctuating anger and 
hatred from overcoming him as he shook my hand - one shake.  Neither of us had 
said a word to each other before and during his handshake, but once he turned 
his back to me to greet my parents, I said to Joey, "Thanks, buddy.  That meant 
a lot to me."

Joey's only response was to pause in mid step, then nod his head without looking 
back at me.  Even as he and my mom exchanged kisses on the cheeks, I could feel 
how thoroughly shaken he was from the strain to keep his self control.

"You okay?" Eric said with a worried look.

I looked at him and gave him my biggest smile before I grabbed him and lifted 
him off the ground hugging him.

"Tim, put him down before you hurt someone!" my mom scolded.

"Yes, mother," I said with another grin.  

Some things just never change.


Eric sat down on the floor behind me to wait for the line to end, and when it 
had, Mr. Cord suddenly stepped out and said in an irritated voice, "Where have 
you been, Candice!  I told you..."

"I'm sorry, daddy," the owner of the panties which I had in my pocket said as 
she scurried up to her father.  "Max got us locked in a room and I couldn't.."

"I don't want to hear your excuses," he growled.

"Chuck," my dad said walking up to them.  "_This_ woman couldn't be that little 
girl I once gave a piggy back ride to, could it?"

"The one and the same," Chuck Cord said proudly before turning towards me and 
saying, "Timothy Grodmen, meet your future wife, Candice Cord."

"Future wife?!" both Candice and I exclaimed.

"Now wait a minute, Chuck," my dad said.  "I know we swore we'd have our kids 
get married if we had kids of opposite sex, but that was a long time ago and we 
didn't know what we were saying back then."

"Are you saying you're breaking your promise?" Chucky Cord said with just a hint 
of a threat in his voice.

I felt a momentary twinge of fear pass through my dad, but when he looked over 
at me, he blinked and then started to smile before covering it up with a serious 
face.

"I'm sorry, Chuck.  You know I can't fight you, but at the same time, I can't 
just hand you my boy.  You'll have to do it yourself if you feel you have to, 
but I'll be grateful if you don't change him too much."

"Charles!" my mother said.  "What..."

I didn't hear the rest of her sentence, nor my dad's response.  I was too busy 
countering the creative pattern of command symbols Mr. Cain was sending at me.  

Chucky and Charlie had been best friends for most of their teenage years.  They 
were both the sons of overbearing telepaths, neither one hesitating to modify 
their sons to fit their wishes.  Through the years of constantly finding their 
friend's personality different from the last time they had seen each other, they 
somehow managed to keep their friendship and trust, hoping that someday one of 
them would discover their own telepathic abilities and free them both from their 
fathers' rule.

Their fathers of course knew of this, and had made a bet with each other on 
who's son would discover their abilities first.  And on the day my dad realized 
he had caused his mom to cum with a simple thought, Charlie was transformed by 
his father into Charles who no longer thought of Chucky as his best friend.

After my paternal grandfather won the bet, he took his new prize and all of his 
favorite slaves off to start a new religion with himself as their God.  Not only 
had Chuck lost his mother to his ex-best friend's father, he lost his own free 
will for the following two years as punishment for not being the first. 

His father released him from enslavement when the news of his mother and his 
father's friend had committed suicide, then pitied the young man enough to spend 
some serious time with him.  A month later Chuck had developed his own abilities 
under his father's careful training and programming, and swore to his father he 
would always be the son he wanted him to be.

Ten years passed before Chuck and Charles accidentally bumped into each other 
one day and rekindled their old friendship.  But because neither of them trusted 
the other enough to allow them access to the other's mind, my dad couldn't undo 
Chuck's father's handiwork like he had sworn to do long ago.  

But they still had kept in touch.  My dad had visited his palace when Candice 
was seven, and after introducing Chuck to the true art of butt fucking, they 
promised each other they would have their children marry if it worked out the 
right way.

Little did Candice know that the man who had given her a piggy back ride around 
her father's chambers was secretly considering what her ass would feel like when 
she came of age.  Only my dad's strong fear of having a child who would later 
overpower him kept him from purposely getting one of his many slaves pregnant.  
Making Candice his daughter in law would allow him to fuck her without upsetting 
is old friend since both men had been brought up to believing that to be the way 
things worked.

My dad was feeding all this information to me as I continued to frustrate his 
old friend by easily countering every symbol coming out of his head.  I couldn't 
help but smile as I realized what my father had found humorous about the 
situation.  But then I realized my dad was hoping I'd be able to get past his 
friends barriers and fulfil their promise from their teens.  His own mind had 
been cleared of his father's tampering by my mother a couple of months before my 
conception, but he knew he wasn't strong enough to force Chuck to allow him to 
do the same to him.

When I started to press my own offense against his barriers, I came under attack 
by Candice as well, and it took me a few moments to adjust to their combined 
attack.  But after my experiences at the colleges and then having withstood my 
grandfather's flood just an hour before, I easily pushed their attack back and 
quickly found a weakness in Chuck's barrier to exploit.

I whistled as I examined Chuck's heavily altered mind, then said, "Uhm, dad?  If 
I start ripping all these commands out, I'm not sure if there would be anything 
left of him."

"Let me see, dear," my mom thought to me.  "I've had some experience in clearing 
a father's commands out of grown men's minds."

I had the panicking Chuck lower his barrier, then was surprised to find Candice 
attempting to enslave her own father.

"Hey!" I said to her as I canceled every symbol she was emitting.  "What do you 
think you're doing?"

When Candice looked up at me, I felt her fear slap me in the face.  I mean I 
literally thought she had physically slapped me, but it wasn't until I raised my 
arm in defense that I realized she hadn't moved.

After disabling his telepathy, my mom studied the mind of the terrified but 
helpless man while I focused on Candice.

"Hey Dad.  Looks like he at least didn't follow in his father's footsteps.  I 
can't find a single command in her head.  She's clean."

"What...  What are you doing to my dad?" she said with a surge of fear and 
anger.

"Yeah, what's going on?" Eric said, having just noticed something was happening 
that he couldn't sense.

"Charles, Tim, you better look at this," my mom interrupted before I could 
answer them.

As my dad and I tuned into Chuck's thoughts, my mom had him recall his plans for 
using Candice to regain his father's approval by her enslaving me.  Their 
fathers had been equally gifted, but since my dad wasn't as powerful as Chuck 
was, Chuck assumed Candice would be more than a match for me.  Why he hadn't 
considered my mother's telepathy getting passed down to me as well I will never 
know.

Candice interrupted my scan of her father's mind when she said, "Come on!  What 
are you waiting for?  Take me over, you pansy!"

I smiled at her desperate attempt to activate the commands she had placed in 
Eric's mind earlier that day.  When Eric heard her say pansy, he instantly 
jumped forward, grabbed the surprise from my pocket, then cried, "Mistress! I 
found your panties!"

Candice's jaw dropped after her hands felt her waistline, then she started 
turning red with embarrassment and anger.

"You son of bitch," she spat.  "How the HELL did you..."

"Tim?" Eric cried, dropping the panties on the floor and looking at me.

Seeing the frightened expression on his face distracted me long enough for 
Candice to slip away, but only managed to get as far as the door before running 
into my grandfather as he came in.

"Thy haste is improper while in the presence of your Lord, child!" my 
grandfather bellowed after Candice bounced off of him.

"And your insolence is very disturbing to me," he added after Candice attempted 
to enslave him in desperation.

Having calmed Eric down with my empathic abilities and a gentle hug, I said, 
"Candice, I promise we're not going to harm you or your dad.  All we want to do 
is undo what your grandfather did to your dad while he was growing up.  If you 
promise not to interfere, I'll let you watch what my mom and dad are doing."

"Tim, please tell me what is going on?" Eric begged.

I sighed, then guided us down to sit on the floor. I proceeded to tell him what 
Candice had done to him and how I had gotten her panties.  By the time I reached 
the part where he had pulled the panties out of my pocket, Eric was grinning at 
Candice for having played host to turning the tables on her.

Once she had heard how I had tricked her into allowing me to grab her underwear, 
Candice ignored us since she was paying close attention to what my parents were 
doing to her father.  Even though I was talking with Eric, I was watching her 
mind very closely, and she was very aware of it too.

"How old are you, Candice?" I suddenly asked her.

"What?" she said surprised I had to ask.

"Oh.  Shit, Eric.  She's your age."

"I'll be sixteen in two months," she insisted, momentarily looking over at us on 
the floor.

"Have you started driving yet?" I asked, finding her slightly less uncomfortable 
from just talking about something normal.

"Uhm, no.  My dad won't let me," she said, rather absently.

"Why not?" Eric asked, getting into the conversation.

"I don't know.  He just doesn't want me driving yet," she said, glancing at the 
empty spot next to us.

"What about your mom?" Eric asked.

"What about her?  She's just another one of his play things," she said simply.  
"She want's whatever he wants.  If I didn't have Voice, I'd be just like her."

"Voice?" Eric queried me.

"That's what some people call the ability to telepathically control others," I 
said to him.

"And you're a mute," Candice said as she stared up at her father with a distant 
expression.  "Sometimes I wish I was a mute."

"Why?" Eric exclaimed.

She looked him over, then smiled weakly before saying, "It's not all what its 
cracked up to be.  Is it, Tim?"

"I know what you mean, but yet I can't imagine going without it.  It becomes a 
part of you pretty quickly, you know?"

"I suppose...  But sometimes I just wish I could have a normal life, with a 
normal mom and dad.  I have seventeen half brothers and sisters.  Guess how many 
arguments I've had with them."

"Shit.  Seventeen?" Eric said after a long whistle.  "If I can't even get up and 
go to school without fighting my two sisters for the bathroom...  I'd say 
thousands, maybe even millions."

Candice stiffened at his words, but not because he insulted her or anything.

"You haven't ever, have you?" Eric said softly.

"No, I haven't.  Not once.  Until Tim's dad had me hold his coin, I was just a 
happy and obedient little girl who wouldn't do anything to make her father mad 
at her.  I'm the only one who felt something from that coin, and I'm the only 
one he lets think for myself."

"Well.." Eric said after a minute of silence,  "if it helps any, being a mute 
isn't all it's cracked up to be either.  At least you've never wet your pants 
while banging on the bathroom door."

Candice actually let a smile appear on her lips for a moment, then glanced at me 
as to ask my permission to sit down next to us.  I dusted the spot off with my 
hand, then for a split second I got another look at her ass as it descended.

"So.." I began after another minute of silence had gone by.  "Where did Max go 
off to?"

"He's in the trunk," Candice said without remorse.

"The trunk?!" Eric exclaimed.  "Why?!?"

"The fool locked the door thinking we would need it for privacy, but didn't read 
the sign saying the lock was broken and not to use it.  We were locked up in 
there for an hour before the janitor finally managed to get the door open."

"But it wasn't like he did it on purpose," Eric said before seeing the impatient 
look on her face.

"You're not like other Voices I've met," Candice said while scanning Eric's mind 
again.  "Most of them would have turned him into a suck machine or something."

I grinned at Eric and said, "I wouldn't have to change him into one even if I 
wanted to.  He was like that when I met him."

"Fuck you," Eric said with a grin of his own as he slapped me in the gut.  "I'm 
no suck machine."

"Tim?" my dad interrupted.  "We better be heading over to the reception hall 
now."  Then he said to Candice, "We reached the point where your dad is 
cooperating, so we're going to finish undoing your grandfather's tampering in 
the limo on the way over.  As long as you don't disturb us, you can ride along 
with us."

"Can I talk to him before I decide?" she said getting up.

"What is it, Candice?" her father said in a tired voice.

I almost intervened when Candice suddenly entered her father's mind and 
constructed barriers around it, but I could feel how worried and scared she was 
and decided to just let her do what she felt she had to do.

"It all right, mom," I said when she attempted to penetrate Candice's makeshift 
shields.  "She's just making sure he's all right."

"Tim?" Eric said softly.

"Yeah?" I said while keeping my attention on what Candice was doing.

"Thanks for... for not making me into your suck machine.  Or making me ride in 
the trunk."

"Uhm..  you're welcome," I said while attempting to open a thought channel with 
Candice.  "Eric, could you go get my clothes from the dressing room for me?  I, 
uhm, can't leave to get them myself."

Eric looked around, then when he saw there wasn't really anyone watching, he 
gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "Anything you want, lover."

Even though I didn't move my eyes from the back of Candice's head, I watched him 
leave the room with a big grin on my face.  My grin faded fairly quickly however 
when I found Candice issuing commands to her father's mind.

"Shit, Candice," I said once I figured out what she had done.  "Why don't you 
just make him your yes man and get it over with."

As she lowered the barriers in her fathers mind, I stepped forward and offered 
her my arm from feeling how exhausted she was.

"Thanks," she said after grasping my arm for balance.

I led her over to a chair and waited for her to regain her strength a little 
before saying, "Well?"

She looked up at me, then at Eric who had just returned from fetching my clothes 
and said, "I couldn't help myself."

"Help what?" Eric asked.

Candice smiled a little, but didn't respond, so I said, "Candice here just made 
her dad a teenager's dream father.  Not only does he want to start teaching her 
how to drive, but she's going to find out what its like to have brothers and 
sisters with free wills."

"You're not going to..  undo it, are you?" she asked pleadingly.

"That will be up to my mom and dad," I said, looking over at my parents who were 
quietly discussing something with my grandfather.

Something about the way they looked told me they were talking about me, but I 
didn't care.

"Eric, you want to drive?" I said, pulling my keys out.

"Really?" he said with a squeak that made me look at him.

"Yeah.  Why not?  You've driven my car to school and back enough now that I 
don't think you're gonna crash into anything.  And I'm just not feeling like 
driving an hour and a half after all this."

"Okay!" he said tossing my clothes into my face and grabbing my keys.

Eric had just started the engine when we noticed Candice running towards us.

Eric lowered his window and yelled, "What is it?"

"Can I ride with you?" she said as she reached the car.  "I don't want to be in 
the car with my dad if they undo my little instructions."

"What about Max?" I asked.

"I let him out of the trunk and he's going to drive our car back for us.  I 
don't need him anymore anyway."

I wasn't quite sure what her true meaning was for that last bit, but before I 
could say okay, Eric said, "Sure.  Hop in."

Twenty minutes later, I was laying in the back seat not listening to Candice and 
Eric talk about everything under the sun.  I was a little amused at how Candice 
was finding herself attracted to Eric while he didn't suspect a thing.  

To Candice, Eric was like a forbidden fruit.  Not only was he gay, but he was 
the lover of another telepath who could easily make her into anything I wished.  
She found this reassuring for it made Eric safe from her tampering and that was 
something she had never had before.  All her so called boy friends never gave 
her the slightest trouble which resulted in a very boring relationship.

And I have to give Eric credit, for it was his personality and charms which were 
causing her to consider these things in the first place.  I was thinking of 
letting Eric in on the secret when I suppose I must have fallen asleep.

I awoke when the car stopped, and was surprised when Eric shut off the engine 
but left the fan and radio running.

My suspicions were just beginning to rise when I heard Eric whisper, "I've never 
done this to a girl before."

"You haven't?  Mmmm..  You could have fooled me."

"Wow, your skin is so soft...  What are doing?"

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah..  But I think we better stop.  I don't want to make a mess on the seat."

"Oh, I don't think Tim will mind.  You know, you really are good at this."

I couldn't take it any longer.  I sat up expecting to see them half naked or 
inside each others clothes, but instead found Eric holding a bottle of lotion 
while rubbing her neck and getting his own neck rubbed at the same time.

I laid down as quickly as I had sat up, then fainted sleep when they both looked 
back from the squeak the seat had made.

All wasn't lost, however.  After Candice's scan of my cloaked mind told her I 
was still asleep, I then felt a surge of excitement come from the two of them. 
When I peeked through my eye lids, I knew Candice had made her move from the way 
the tops of their heads were practically touching.

The familiar sound of lips parting was followed by Eric saying, "Wow.  That 
was... nice."

Her response was to simply press her lips against his again while unclipping his 
seat belt and pushing him backwards.

I was grinning like a cat as Eric slipped further and further down the seat, but 
my mouth dropped open when he suddenly struggled to sit back up saying "Tim, do 
you think you can drive now?"

"Uh... Yeah, I think so," I said without a moment's hesitation.

"How did you know he was awake when I didn't?" Candice thought to Eric as I 
opened the door to get out.

"I just know him too well," Eric said just before I opened his door.  "Don't I 
lover?"

"Better than I know myself, my lover," I said mirroring his grin as he got out.

I sat down in my rightful place, then had to look over at Candice and say "Well?  
Aren't you going to get in the back seat with him?  Or am I going to be driving 
the rest of the way for nothing?"

"I really don't know what to make of you," she said with a frown before 
scrambling over the seat.

Eric and Candice didn't pick up where they left off, but instead talked for a 
while before Eric initiated another kiss.  I pretty much kept my attention on 
the road, trying to give them as much privacy as I could while still keeping 
tabs on how far they progressed.  The extent of which never went beyond some 
heavy necking and mild fondling.  Candice was a virgin and she wanted to stay 
that way for a few more years.

They were just sitting and talking like before by the time I pulled into the 
parking lot of the reception hall.  Even though I could feel their desire to 
spend more time together, they both felt there was something else they had to do 
first, and I was surprised to find Eric kissing the back of my neck after 
Candice went to join her father the moment the limo arrived after us.

"Didn't you get enough of that from Candice?" I asked as he worked his lips 
around towards my own.

He turned my head with his hands so I was looking at his face, then gasped when 
he gave my chin and lips a single lick.

"Shit, Eric," I said, recognizing the look of intense horniness and desire on 
his face.  "What did she do to you to make you this hot?"

"Nothing like what I want YOU to do," he said, slipping his hands under my arm 
pits and attempting to pull me into the back seat with him.

"Eric, my lover, now is not the time and you know it."

"I don't care.  I want you," he said huskily as he struggled even harder to get 
me into the back seat.

I could have cooled his jets without any trouble, but it wasn't something I 
would do to him without a very good reason.  So I decided to give him what he 
wanted the fastest and easiest way I knew how.

Five minutes later, I zipped him up and wiped my mouth before taking in the 
sight of his limp form, then used the shirt I had worn to the church to wipe the 
sweat off his wet brow.  He looked so precious with his eyes half closed 
watching me straightening my clothes, and then he wordlessly got out his comb 
and started combing my hair for me.

Once my hair was done, he wrapped his arms around me from the rear and just 
hugged me for several minutes without saying a word.  I felt so comfortable and 
at ease while he rocked us slowly back and forth in the back seat that it was a 
sort of shock when he finally let go and told me I looked good.

The air outside felt a little chilly after being in the car with the windows all 
steamed up, so we raced to the building and almost knocked some lady off her 
feet when we burst through the doors.

We had a grand time dancing and goofing around with our old friends, but Eric 
also spent a lot of time around Candice, and I even saw them dancing a slow 
dance once.

I was a little relieved yet saddened when I realized Joey hadn't come to the 
reception either, but I pushed it out of my mind knowing he was probably taking 
full advantage of his borrowed companions instead of them just decorating his 
tux.

I actually danced a slow dance with Penny after she sent the two frowning 
brothers to change their girls' diapers.  I guess I will always have this soft 
spot for Penny.  I don't really understand why I do, but I do.  I wasn't really 
meaning to do it, but when I realized I was using my empathic abilities on her 
so she would allow me to give her the loving kiss I desired, I didn't stop what 
I was doing, and enjoyed the gentle wet kiss we exchanged on the dance floor.

Penny's group left shortly after that, making the excuse that their girls 
weren't cooperating, but I knew it was because Penny was feeling guilty and 
confused about the kiss which she believed she had initiated on her own.

A short while later, my eyes just happened to notice Jerry and Dana on the dance 
floor initiating what turned out to be a very long kiss of their own.  I was 
curious to know what had brought that on, and no sooner had the question formed 
in my mind did my empathic senses report the sensations of some kind of decision 
had been made that they both were very happy about.

I don't believe I've mentioned that when Jerry had gotten Dana pregnant, they 
believed they were married.  They weren't legally married, nor did they go 
through any ceremony.  Steven had implanted the suggestion they were married to 
get around my commands which prevented Jerry from ejaculating while fucking Dana 
in her front door.  

Both the suggestion and my command had long been removed, and they knew they 
hadn't been in control of their actions or minds during that time.  But because 
they had had a child together and still felt like they had some kind of 
commitment or bond to each other, they never really believed they weren't 
married.

Anyway, after they had left the dance floor, I wandered over to them hoping they 
would drop some hints about what had occurred, not wanting to invade their 
privacy by scanning their thoughts.  

I guess my intentions were more obvious than I had thought since they just kind 
of looked at each other when I walked up, then Dana said, "Well, I guess you 
might as well be the first."

"First?  First what?" I said, mirroring Jerry's shy grin.

"The first to be invited to OUR wedding," Jerry said while Dana held her hand 
out to show me her engagement ring.

"Holy shit," I said, shocked.  "You're serious..  When is this going to happen?"

"Not until after we graduate," Dana answered while Jerry took her other hand in 
his and gave it a kiss.

"That's cool," I said, a little relieved.  "Uhm, how are you going break this to 
your parents?"

"We don't know, but we don't care," Jerry said, not taking his eyes off of her.  
"I just wish it wasn't over a year away still."

"I wish we didn't live so far away from each other," Dana sighed.  "I know we 
see each other every weekend, but it's...  so hard during the week."

"Yeah,"  Jerry agreed.

I found myself rather conscious of how they had forgotten all about me as they 
sat there telling each other how miserable they were when they weren't together.  
They sounded a lot like two people who had just fallen in love for the first 
time, and it took me a few moments to realize that something else was going on 
here. 

They cared about each other, and they had convinced themselves what they were 
feeling was really their love.  But the truth was they were being driven by 
their hormones more than anything else, and somewhere during their recovery from 
the wipe they made love and desire the one and the same.  The longer they went 
without having sex, the greater their love seemed to become, and they had 
quickly found that no one can satisfy their needs like the other can.

Jerry and Dana left right about then.  They actually didn't leave, leave, just 
went out to Jerry's van to fuck like mad for a few hours before they had to go 
home.

After watching them hurry out the door, I went and sat with Brad while John and 
Sandi danced.  Somehow Brad talked me into taking Sandi into a back room to 
check her out, and once she had all her clothes off, I was so impressed with the 
thirteen year old's maturing body that I did a little exploring with my hands 
before having her get dressed again.

"Shit, Tim," Brad said walking in on us as she finished putting on her top.  "I 
think you've been hanging around Eric too long.  You didn't even let her suck 
ya, did ya?"

"Do I didn't, and Eric has nothing to do with it," I said patiently.  "It's my 
mom's wedding day, Brad.  It's something really special to me, and I'm just..  
not in the mood, okay?"

"Man, you don't know what you're missing," he said as Sandi automatically fished 
his manhood out and began her tonguing.  "She has the best mouth in the school, 
and you never give her the chance to prove it to you.  She's so proud of 
herself, but man...  you never give her the time of day."

"What is with you Brad?  Ever since I've come back you've been trying to get me 
to fuck her or have her blow me.  She doesn't require me to do anything with her 
to make her happy as long as she has you, so it must me you who wants me to do 
those things with her, not her.  Why is that?"

"Me?" he said surprised.  "Sandi is the..  I've only..  Huh.  Man, you know 
what?  I guess you're right."

"I know I am.  But why?"

"I don't know.  Maybe I just want to know how good she really is.  I mean, 
you've fucked more chicks than I can even dream of, and she really does work 
hard to make it as good as she can for me.  Don't you, sucky sissy?

Sandi made a loud slurping sound as she pulled her lips off his cock to say, 
"Yes, master.  I love making you feel good."

Brad motioned for his sister to kiss him, and I suddenly felt concerned that 
Sandi's slavery to her brother had outlasted its usefulness when the two 
siblings began heavily kissing with no holds barred.  In fact I was starting to 
feel a little upset when Brad started undoing her clothes, so I left them there 
with plans to see Sandi in private the following week without Brad's knowledge 
or presence.

As I was making my way towards the bar to get a soda, my father called from his 
seat at the table.  From the sound of his voice and the fact that he had called 
me Timothy told me he had something to say or ask of me that I wouldn't 
particularly like.

"Yeah dad?" I said, kneeling down between my mom and dad.

"Baby," my mom said as she rubbed my back comfortingly.  "There's something we'd 
like you to take care of while we're on our honeymoon.  It's something very 
important to your father, and I think you should do it for him even if it first 
seems to be wrong."

I took a deep breath, then looked at my father and asked, "What is it you want 
me to do?"

"I want you to take care of mom for me while I'm away.  She's all the time 
talking about how much she'd like to get to know you better, and she's taking my 
getting married pretty hard.  I know it is a lot to ask of you, but she's my 
mother, and you're the only person she would accept to... comfort her while I'm 
away."

"Uhm, I don't know.." I said, having a flash back to the unnatural feelings and 
images I had felt about her outside the elevator.  "I have a good idea of what 
you mean by comforting her, and I don't think I could do that."

"We understand that, honey," my mom coaxed.  "But before you say no, we'd like 
you to at least talk to her a little to get to know her better.  Give her a 
chance to be your grandmother.  You may be surprised."

"Mom is very a gentle, loving, and creative woman.  It would mean so much to 
her, and to me if you just tried," my dad said with his eyes staring into the 
space next to me.

His words were so sincere I couldn't help myself from saying, "Okay.  I'll try."

"Thank you, Timothy," my dad said, his eyes brightening as he looked me in the 
face.  "She's probably helping with the drinks.  If you could spend the 
remaining hour with her alone before we have to leave, I won't feel so guilty 
about leaving her.  But to take her with us would just make everything that much 
worse."

I sighed seeing that at least for me the party was over.

"All right.  Don't worry about Grandma, dad.  I'll keep her happy one way or 
another.  But I make no promises as to how."

"That's all I could ask."

When I went back to my seat, Eric immediately asked what they had wanted.  I 
started to tell him, then suddenly noticed my grandfather talking to my 
grandmother, her expression showing how deeply she was listening to his words.

"Uhm, I have to go do something until my parents leave, so I'll tell you later, 
okay?"

"Okay," Eric said a little disappointed.  But then he said, "Hey, do you think 
Candice would like to dance again?"

"I wouldn't be surprised," I said, grinning over my shoulder as I walked towards 
my grandparents.

"... with sparkling rivers and green mountains," my grandfather finished as I 
approached.

They both waited for me to speak, and I suddenly felt like I was intruding.

"I'm sorry.." I stammered.  "I didn't mean to interrupt.  I just wanted to, 
er.."

"Do not waste your breath on apologies, child.  The time has come for my 
departure from this place, time for me to return to the heavens where I belong.  
Please wait here while I say farewell to my daughter and her new husband and 
bless their unborn child, then you both may walk me out."

With that, he turned and approached the main table where my parents still sat, 
and after my grandfather began speaking his litany, I became very aware of my 
grandmother's eyes studying me.

After I faced her and indicated she could continue her inspection, I felt 
strangely at ease while her eyes were undressing me and assessing my physical 
status.  She had seen me nude many times, but never very closely, and it was 
weird to feel her affection for me growing just for the opportunity I was giving 
her.

"Walk with me child," my grandfather said when he returned with his two angelic 
escorts close behind.

He seemed extremely pleased about something, and after we walked in silence to 
the entrance of the banquet hall, he faced me and placed his hands on my 
shoulders while peering deeply into my surprised eyes.

An empathic connection formed instantly, and I immediately knew that he had come 
to my mother's wedding to assess me as much as to give her away at the altar.  I 
sensed how incredible his telepathic strength was, and then felt his intense 
desire to leave the world a better place than he had originally found it.  For 
some reason he felt that I was the key to accomplishing this, and this was his 
way of telling me he was very proud of me.

Then with a twinkle in his eye, he broke the connection and stepped backwards 
through the door which his two companions held open.

"Have faith in yourself Timothy Jasper Brandton.  Have faith," he said as he 
raised his arms up high.

Thunder began to boom in the distance outside as he began lowering his arms 
slowly, a look of intense concentration covering his face.  As his arms went 
lower, the booms and flashes of light came closer, obviously having some kind of 
a link open with someone else that was somehow producing the thunder and light 
show.  I knew it had to be some kind of illusion, but I was certain he wasn't 
transmitting symbols to my senses and I was baffled at how he could be producing 
the lightening effects any other way.

Just as the thunderclaps became almost deafeningly loud, my grandfather raised 
his hands again and cried, "FAREWELL, MY CHILDREN! UNTIL I AM NEEDED AGAIN!!"

The blinding light of lightening flashed all around them for an instant, and 
then to my utter astonishment he and his two escorts were gone.

I ran outside hoping to catch a glimpse of a yellow cab or a white robe flapping 
in the wind while its owner hurried away, but I found nothing but the large open 
space of the driveway and the grassy area between it and the main road.

I immediately began building up energy in my mind for a pulse tailored for 
detecting mental cloaks and shields, something which I had worked out by 
studying the information I had collected about symbols and mental barriers.

My confidence in my understanding of the symbols and their uses was lowered 
considerably when my pulse failed to detect them.  I repeated the pulse five or 
six times, shrugging off numerous complaints from several guests about how 
annoying my pulses were to their telepathic senses.

"Honey, please stop doing that," my mother said from the door.

"But mom...  He has to be within my range.  Nobody can just disappear like 
that!"

"I know that, but daddy has been playing these kind of tricks on people since I 
was a little girl, long before he discovered his abilities.  Sooner or later 
he'll show you how he did it because that's just how daddy is.  He loves making 
you go nuts trying to figure it out, but he eventually reveals it to you once he 
has had his fun."

"But how could he have done it?  I mean, the lightening and thunder and wind?   
They had to be an illusion..  But I didn't detect him doing.." I said 
desperately.

"Timmy, just because he didn't use his abilities doesn't mean he couldn't have 
done it another way.  He must have been planning it since the day he found out 
about the wedding, maybe longer.  I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually.  Now 
please, for my sake, stop doing that pulse thing of yours?  It's giving me a 
headache."

"Oh, all right," I sighed.  

After she went back inside, I stood there still dumbfounded, unable to accept 
that he had vanished into thin air, and finally concluded my grandfather had 
somehow gotten around my barriers and had simply used his illusionary abilities 
like he had before but without me detecting it.

I wasn't really happy with that conclusion, but for the time being decided I 
could live with it and went back to my other grandparent who was waiting 
patiently by the door watching me.

"Uhm, Grandma?  Dad wanted us to, uhm, get to know each other, and, uhm, well..  
If you'd like, we can go out to one of the limos.."

"Whatever you wish," she said softly.

I offered her my arm which she gracefully accepted, and as we turned towards the 
limos, I saw my mom and dad watching us approvingly from a window.

"Grandma, do you remember your life before you were a servant?" I asked with 
tenderness as we walked slowly to the head limo.

"No, my young master.  I have always been a servant.  I was born that way."

"I..  If it is all right with you, I'd rather you call me Tim or Timmy.  You're 
my grandmother, not my slave, okay?"

"As you wish, Timmy."

I opened the limo's door for her and insisted she get in first, then took a 
moment to breathe some of the cool air deeply before following her inside.

"Are you uncomfortable around me Timmy?" she asked after I had sat there for a 
minute trying to decide what to say first.

"A little, I guess.  But it isn't anything you've done.  I'm just not really 
sure if.."

"I understand," she said with great tenderness and love.

Her sudden surge of emotion made me look at her, and for the first time I 
noticed how clear and focused her eyes seemed.  Those eyes were not the eyes of 
a mindless slave or some sexual pervert with no morals or conscience.  They were 
the eyes of a woman with her own feelings and mind, a woman who was terrified of 
losing the man she had sworn to love and serve for the rest of her life.

Her eyes contained the glimmer of the hope that I would allow her to be my slave 
if her son no longer needed her as his own.  She was even a bit excited at the 
concept of providing me the pleasures and experiences which she believed only 
she could give me, and I found myself struggling between giving her what she 
wanted and the wrongness I felt it would be to do so.

"I think I would feel better if we just talked a while.  Like, maybe you could 
tell me about dad when he was little or something."

"I would like that," she said with an honest smile.

"So...  what did dad like to do for fun when he was little?"

"Oh, he loved playing "find the tit" and "spank my ass" when he was really 
little, but when he turned five or so he started playing with other children and 
would sometime have fucking races with them."

"Fucking races?"

"He was so good at that game.  Each boy would have to fuck ten girls.  The first 
to get all ten girls to cum won the game.  I was always on Charles' team, and he 
always left me for last so I could be the one who he came in.  Of course that 
was before he could cum for real.  I will never forget the first time he came 
inside of me.  We both cried we were so happy."

As she continued to tell me about my dad's extremely sexually active childhood, 
I began probing her mind in search for the commands which had enslaved her.  She 
had just finished telling me about his sixteenth birthday orgy when I stumbled 
across her memories of her own early childhood.

"You really have been a slave your whole life," I said softly as I looked into 
her faded green eyes.

Her eyes automatically lowered in submission, and I felt her hope rise.

"Grandma?" I said uncertainly.  "What is it that you want from me?"

"I wish nothing from you but to serve you, my lord," she said automatically.

I sighed in frustration for I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere by talking to 
her, and couldn't decide what would be best to do next.

After several minutes my staring at her in silence, she said sadly "I truly have 
outgrown my usefulness..."

"No you haven't," I said, feeling her sorrow.  "I'm sorry if I'm not what you 
wanted.  It's just that I've never had a grandmother before, and I just don't 
know if I can do the things you expect me to do with you."

"No, it isn't your fault, my young master.  Even my Charley doesn't find me 
useful or pleasurable.  I have no purpose, no master, no life," she said ending 
in a whisper.

"Please don't do this," I said, finding myself being pulled into her grief.  
"Dad still loves you, and I know he still needs you.  Why do you think he wanted 
me to spend time with you?  He wants you to be happy, and so do I."

"You do?" she said almost looking up at me.  "But you have no need for an old 
woman as your slave.  You could have any woman you wished.  I used to be 
Charlie's favorite, but now..."

My mind was spinning from her sadness as I searched for something to say or do 
to comfort her.  I couldn't do what I knew she wanted.  I just couldn't do the 
thing she couldn't ask.  It was wrong, and I couldn't allow myself to cross 
that..

"Line.." I said with a jerk.  "Grandma, I'll make a deal with you.  If I be your 
master tomorrow, would you try and be my grandmother the day afterwards?  I've 
always wanted a grandmother, someone that plays games with me, makes cookies, 
gives me little presents, and basically spoils me rotten.  That's what Joey's 
grandma did with him, and I've always been a little jealous of that.  It would 
mean a lot to me..."

"I..  I don't know how to make cookies, and I have no money to buy you 
presents.."

"That's okay.  I've baked cookies before, so how about we make some cookies  
together instead?  What we're doing isn't really important.  All I really want 
is to spend some time with you.  Just spend some time with my grandma."

"You want to spend time?  With me?" she said, momentarily looking up into my 
eyes.

That momentary glance was all I needed to capture her eyes and hold them with my 
empathic abilities.  The empathic connection formed instantly and I flooded her 
with my old time desires of having a grandparent like Joey's to do things with 
and love.

As my sex slave grandmother opened her arms for our first hug, the memory of 
Joey running up to his grandmother for their huggy kissy hello popped into my 
head.  I had been so jealous of Joey for having a grandmother to do something 
like that with, so naturally I had outwardly scorned Joey's affection for his 
grandmother while internally desiring nothing more than to trade places with him 
just for one hug or cookie.

I finally had my turn that magical night.  It was a day in which two of my 
biggest childhood dreams had come true, and that very thought brought me to 
tears.  As I started blubbering in her arms, the memory of Joey crying in his 
grandmother's arms after skinning his leg just pushed me over the edge, and 
suddenly the sex slave who was holding me transformed into a mother, or more 
precisely, a grandmother.  My grandmother.

We only spent about ten minutes as grandmother and grandchild that night, most 
of which was her holding me saying, "Don't cry, little one.  I'll make 
everything okay for my little master."  

I don't know why, but those words did make me feel loved and protected, and that 
only increased the emotions which were causing my tears. 

Once I had settled down, I found myself curled up against her chest struggling 
to keep my eyes open.  If I hadn't sensed her slight discomfort of having a 
seventeen year old on her elderly lap, I probably would have fallen asleep right 
then and there.

But instead I got on my knees, straddled her lap, and gave her another big hug 
and kiss on the cheek.  Then I looked into those not so faded eyes and asked, 
"So, do we have a deal?"

I felt her struggle against the desire to lower her eyes in submission, and as 
we continued to stare into each other's eyes I felt her make the decision to be 
whatever I wanted her to be.  The next thing I knew we were nose to nose with 
big broad grins on our faces, both of us feeling a bond with the other which we 
had never felt before with anyone.  It was the bond of a grandmother and 
grandson, and we knew we would be close for now on.

We talked for little while, her old slave habits quickly returning to make the 
conversation a comparison of sexual feats and techniques.  But when I decided it 
was time to return to the party, she surprised me by asking me for another hug 
and kiss.

The hug was very warm and heartfelt, but I didn't realize what she wanted in the 
kiss until our lips were against each other and I felt her mouth opening as an 
invitation to my tongue.  I never felt so torn between my morals and my 
compassion, for I knew she was testing me to find whether I truly cared for her 
or was simply being nice to her for my father or out of a sense of duty.

I unintentionally looked in her eyes again and my gaze must have had such a 
begging/pleading look to it that it conveyed to her the deep conflict her 
actions were causing within me.  Without the use of an empathic connection, she 
felt and understood my feelings in a way that resolved her own questions of my 
motivations.  Her lips sealed shut before she moved them to my cheek, then we 
spent another few minutes in a long gentle hug before leaving the privacy of the 
limo.

As soon as my father saw we had returned, he used his abilities to form a path 
through the remaining guests and quickly joined us with a questioning look.

"You okay mom?" he said, taking her hands in his.

"I'm fine, my Charley," she said with her eyes pointed down.

"Charley?" he said surprised.  "You haven't called me that since...  I don't 
even remember when.  Tim, what did you do?  No.  Don't answer that.  I don't 
really care what you did, just don't undo it."

"Charles?" my mother said walking up behind him.  "Is everything okay?"

My dad was about to respond when his light monitoring of his mother's thoughts 
picked up the same thing that my empathic senses were telling me.

"Oh mother," he sighed before locking lips with her and shockingly frenching her 
with all his might.

"Shit," I said when I realized she was frenching him back just as hard.  I 
really shouldn't have been surprised for I knew they did that kind of thing, but 
I had never actually seen it until that moment.

But what I never expected was feeling my own mother desiring the same thing with 
me, and my shocked exclamation of "MOM!" cut the other two's exchange short.

"I can't help it, dear," she said apologetically.  "You have never watched your 
father with his mother.  Once I got over the shock of it, their sex is very 
loving and beautiful.  And sometimes I miss having my little boy to cuddle with 
in the mornings..."

I felt the jealous fear from my grandmother flare up again as I moved to give my 
mother a hug, so once I had, I telepathically pointed my grandmother's feelings 
out to my mother, finding my dad had already done so and was waited for her 
reaction.

Eric wandered up at that moment, but once I had let him know what was going on 
telepathically, he headed off towards the bar where the soda and other teens 
were at.  I had missed what my mom had said while I had been filling Eric in, 
but when I saw we were heading for a empty table in a quiet corner, I pretty 
much guessed she was going to try and talk it out.

Knowing how little words meant to my grandmother, I began looking for something 
to do to help bridge the gap between the two women, and I was only half way 
listening to what they were saying when I felt my grandmother's interest pick 
up.

"Hey.." I said, interrupting my dad repeating the same thing he had been saying 
the past five minutes.  "Grandma, you're a sex slave, right?  You're afraid of 
losing your son as your master to another woman.  But like the saying goes, 
you're not losing a son or a master, you're gaining a daughter and a mistress."

"Timmy, I don't think..." my mom began.

"He's right, mother," my dad chimed in.  "You're still my mother, and my 
favorite slave.  Don't you see that?  And ever since I was fourteen you've been 
trying to get me to find some girl to make my bride and have my children.  If I 
had enslaved someone like you wanted me to, you probably wouldn't have been my 
favorite any longer.  But with Sam, it's different."

"Yeah, grandma.  My mom isn't replacing you.  How could she?  She could never be 
my dad's slave any more than my dad be hers.  Who knows?  Maybe you and my mom 
will... er, nevermind.." I said turning red.

"What were going to say, Timothy?" my dad said grinning.  "Come on now.  
Remember who you're talking to."

"Oh..  All right," I said, seeing his point.  "But I wasn't really thinking when 
I.." I paused when my eyes fell upon my mother's humorous and questioning face.  

"Uhm, well, I was going to say maybe you might, uhm, you know...  have her, uhm, 
do stuff."

"Like?" my mother said, enjoying putting me on the spot like this after I had 
made a big deal about her own momentary moral weakness.

I took a deep breath and said, "Like kissing, eating each other out, stuff like 
that, okay?"

"That's sounds like a wonderful idea," my mother said.

"It does?" both my dad and I nearly screeched.

"Yes.  And while we are having some lesbian loving, I think it is about time you 
show your father what a cock feels like in his ass."

"ACK!" I said as the image ran through my head.

"Very funny, Sam," my dad said, not falling for it.  "Mother has never desired 
lesbian sex, and I'd rather give up sex all together before allowing something 
like that to happen.  No hard feelings, son."

"Dad, I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last ass on Earth," I said with a 
nervous grin.

"Charley?" my grandmother said softly.

"Yes my sexy mother?"

"Will you still want me to give your morning suckings when you get back from 
your honeymoon?"

"Yes, mother.  And our after lunch fucking.  We might have to start skipping the 
nightly makeouts again for a while, but you know me."

"Yes...  You always come back to your mother's kiss.  I love you, my master, my 
son."

"And I love you too, my sexy fuck whore.  Now give me a quick blow before I 
leave, and then you're Tim's little sex machine until I get back."

"Charley, I don't want to be Tim's slave," she said making eye contact with her 
son.

"What?  Why?" he said astonished.

She and I exchanged looks, then she said with a smile, "I'm going to be his 
grandmother.  If you allow it, my master, my dear master?"

"I.. I suppose that's...  Yes!  If that's what you want, then by all means...  
But..."

"But?" I said when grandma didn't.

He looked at me and said, "Tim, if you could just...  Let her give you one blow 
job.  For me?  Please?  You've never experienced anything like it before, and it 
just wouldn't feel right if my own son..."

"We'll see, dad.  We'll see.."

When my grandmother started slipping beneath the table out of sight, I quickly 
announced I had to go find Eric and got up to leave.  My mom indicated she 
wanted to join me, so we walked away holding hands, and ended up altering our 
course to head for the dance floor.

I danced two slow dances with my mother without either of us saying a word, then 
at the end of second, we just stood there looking at each other's happy faces as 
the sounds and movements around us faded from our senses.

Just like at the altar, my mom and I shared in the closeness which we had had 
all throughout the seventeen years of my life.  Until falling in love with Suzi 
and later developing those same feelings for Joey, my mother had been my closest 
confidant, the most important person in my life, and my only love.  While I had 
never lost that love, I knew my mom had been somewhat hurt when my heart was no 
longer hers alone.  But she had known it was just a part of life for me to find 
someone else to love, and had simply accepted her place in my life.  

Luckily for the both of us, my dad showed up and rekindled the spark which they 
had formed before my conception, and now we both were sharing in the very same 
love which had not been diminished by our love for others.  It was like we were 
letting each other know that no matter what the future held, we could always 
depend on the other just like we had when it was just the two of us living 
alone.

Our surroundings returned when my father walked up, and I suddenly felt inspired 
to do something I never thought I would do.

I kissed my mother on the lips there in front of my dad, but it was a kiss which 
contained no lust or desire, just the love of a son for his mother on her 
wedding day.

When my mom had to bow her head to wipe a few tears from her eyes, my dad and I 
had a sort of a moment ourselves before we each put an arm behind her back and 
the three of us made our way to the door for their final departure on their 
honeymoon.

Eric found me just in time for me to throw the single handful of rice right 
before they got into the limo.  That was my only disappointment that day.  I 
realized my mom didn't remember my age old promise to be the first to throw the 
rice when she complained that she'd never get all the rice out of her dress.

"Oh well.  It's not like she was going to be wearing it much longer," I said 
softly as the limo drove away.

"You okay?" Eric said looking into my face.

I looked back at him with sparkles in my eyes and said, "I'm feeling GREAT!"

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip  - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
Part 4 - Slaves Young and Old
(mc incest mf)

I woke alone in my bed at the North mansion, feeling completely rested and 
relaxed.  I was so comfortable and at ease that I just laid there completely 
nude on top of the covers, not wishing to disturb the perfect stillness and 
peace after having such a wonderful dream.

My attention wandered around the room a bit, not really thinking of anything 
specific, just letting the objects in the room trigger whatever vague images and 
feelings they wished to give me.

But when my eyes fell on the tux which I had worn the night before, I jerked up 
to a sitting position to get a better look, then exclaimed, "Holy Shit!  It 
wasn't a dream after all!"

After staring at the tux for a few more moments, I laid back down and had a good 
stretch.  By the time I had finished, my little buddy was wide awake himself, 
and I struggled to remember where the twins were that day.

I glanced at the time and found they had they let me sleep in.

"Shit, they've never let me sleep this late.  I wonder what's wrong?" I mutter 
to myself as I slipped over to the edge of the bed and got up on my feet.

As I walked to the door, I started to realize how quiet the place seemed.  When 
I mean quiet, I don't just mean sounds, but symbols too.  It felt as if the 
entire wing was empty besides me, and while I was used to that at the South 
mansion, I had never experienced it there at the North one.

There was one mind I felt coming closer, and it only took a moment to realize it 
was grandma coming to join me.

"Good morning, my youngest master," she said softly when she entered the room.  

I was flat on my back with my hardon flying high in the air, for she had taken 
her son's plea of sucking me as something which overrode anything I wished, but 
first she was going to try it in a way that she felt would please me.

She had used her status as her son's favorite slave to have the first crack at 
me that morning, and since she knew I expected the twins to suck me off, she was 
going to attempt to sweet talk me into letting her do it instead.

"I'm as ready as I'm gonna be," I simply said with a sigh.  "If you're gonna do 
it, then let's just skip the pleasantries and get it over with."

"You understand I must do it to please Charlie, don't you?" she said as she 
crawled onto my bed while shedding the skimpy robe which she had worn.

"Yes," I said, unable to keep my hardon going any longer.  "Now suck me quick 
before I change my mind."

"Yes, master," she said with delight.

Her tongue began slowly lapping the side of my dick, then just as I closed my 
eyes to try and concentrate on the physical sensations I was receiving, she 
moved down to my happy sack and licked in a slow and steady motion that was 
unlike anything I had ever had before.

I kind of forgot about the discomfort I felt about who it was and why she was 
doing it, finding it resembling the twin's techniques yet having some important 
differences such as sudden changes of speed.  She easily restored my hard on to 
full size, and kept it there while she cleansed my scrotum with care and built 
up my cravings and needs.

By the time she had finished with that and returned to my dick, I was beyond the 
point where it could disturb me, so I sat up and watched her begin to lick off 
the head of my cock.

I had never seen anyone make love to a cock like that before.  While she was 
constantly increasing my arousal, I wasn't feeling frustrated like when the 
twins would work me up to hold me on the edge forever.  I actually thought to 
glance at the clock as I laid back down covered with sweat, finding she had 
spent over twenty minutes on just the steady licking, but now she was slipping 
her toothless mouth over the crown of my dick's head.

My dad was right when he said it wasn't anything like what I had experienced 
before.  It's very hard to describe what her smooth curved gums felt like moving 
slowly up and down the shaft of my dick, and the amount of suction she used made 
me wonder if my grandmother really could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.

Yet all through the steady building of her speed and my pleasure, she never once 
gave my empathic senses anything to feel but a constant loving need to please.  
She didn't seem to be aroused by any of this at all, but it sure was making her 
feel happy and useful again, and I guess that's why I don't regret cumming as 
hard and energetically as I did.

But I did feel a little guilty once I collected my thoughts and looked down at 
her still cleaning my dick off.  I couldn't help but shudder at what it all 
meant, then got a hold of myself and considered how to make the best of it.

My grandma felt a little panicked when my hands gently started pulling her up on 
top of me.  She knew I would be very upset later if I lost so much control of 
myself to fuck her like she thought I was about to do.  But she was incapable of 
refusing such a request and she became very confused at what to do.

When I laid her down on top of me with head just below mine, she was really 
confused a moment, then relaxed as I gently stroked her naked back and sighed.

She really was a loving and dear woman.  Grandma just had different ways of 
expressing her feelings towards the people she cared about.  After all, she had 
been raised to believe that her purpose in life was to provide sexual pleasure 
to her owners and their peers, and in many ways she was lucky that her son 
accepted her ways as he did.  She would have never willingly accepted anything 
but the sex they had as the sign of his never ending love for his mom.

But I was determined that I could get her to accept my love without the sex 
being involved.  And while we laid there nude, my hands caressing her elderly 
body without either of us getting aroused, I knew I was laying down the 
foundation towards my final goal.

Eventually she became restless laying on top of me so long, but she didn't want 
to spoil the mood I so carefully had been building up and offered to try and 
bake cookies for me which I instantly said no.

I carefully rolled her off me, then positioned myself on top of her with my lips 
kissing her squarely between her saggy breasts.  Even to this day I don't 
consider my orally pleasuring her to be sexual in any way.  I guess I finally 
understood what my dad had tried to tell me time and time again about how his 
sex with his mom was not really sex, but love.

I'm not going to go into any more detail of what all we did together that 
morning in bed, but I will tell you I never got hard, and therefore we didn't 
fuck.  You see, we formed own unique way of expressing our love that wasn't 
sexual, yet I have no way of explaining why it wasn't when if I did it to anyone 
else it most certainly would have been.

Eric came over that afternoon to spend the day with us, and he was pretty 
chipper when he got there since I had purposely sent the limo with Carol and 
Vicki to pick him up.  We were in the middle of mixing up our cookie dough when 
he arrived, and after sitting at the table chatting with us for a while as we 
worked, Eric asked if he could go play with the twins.

I told him I didn't mind one bit, then felt it disturb my grandmother for some 
reason.

"Grandma..  Are you .. jealous of the twins?"

"Jealous?" she said with a surprisingly hostile sound to her voice.  "Why would 
I be jealous of those two pets?"

"They're not pets," I objected.  "They're like sisters to me.  But you're right.  
You're not jealous...  You feel..  You feel like they are an insult?  A personal 
insult?  Why?"

"You wouldn't understand my young master."

"Try me."

She looked at me for a moment, realizing I wasn't going give up without a more 
thorough explanation and decided she needed to sit down before saying anything 
more.  

"I remember my first master taking me to his special room where all good slaves 
went to pleasure him.  I think I was about three back then, not that I really 
know.  He told me I was his greatest creation, the best of his long life's work, 
and I would be the mother of an entire new generation of sexual servants that 
would be his best products to offer the few who could afford his price.

"I suppose he altered my young mind at that point to desire sexually pleasuring 
him above all else, and from that day on I was one of three girls who he oversaw 
every stage of our lessons and personally nurtured us as we grew.  We loved him 
and even to this day I think of him as my father even though he always had us 
call him grandfather.  That was an honor in itself since all the other slaves 
had to call him master.

"We were like princesses among the other girl slaves.  They adored us, they 
quite honestly were jealous of us, and for my entire childhood I never once 
doubted I would anything else but one of his favorites.

"I was so happy for Courtney when Grandfather announced it was time for her to 
have her first child.  I was nine, and Courtney was sixteen,  and Pollyanna was 
somewhere in between us, but I can't remember if she was two or four years older 
than me.

"Well, Courtney had twin boys, and Grandfather was very pleased with this.  Over 
the next, oh.. I'd say five years, Courtney had another little boy, then had set 
of twin girls after that.  By the time I was fourteen, Pollyanna was pregnant 
for her first child, and shortly before I reached the age which I could bear 
children safely, Grandfather had lost all interest in me and was focusing on the 
Courtney's oldest twins.

"He sold me a year later, and I was passed around like some common slave.  It 
wasn't until your grandfather accidentally made me pregnant with Charlie did I 
finally fulfill what Grandfather made me want all of my life.  Charlie is my 
life's work and I don't regret one moment of it.  But yet I still feel cheated 
by those darn twins Courtney had."

She waited for me to absorb all of that, then after I went over her story in my 
head again, I still didn't see what it had to do with Joy and Honey directly and 
told her so.

"I thought you knew," she said before cracking a grin on her face.  "I suppose 
it wouldn't make much sense if you didn't know, would it?"

"What don't I know?" I whined.

"They," she said with a surprising amount of disgust while pointing in the 
direction of where Eric had gone, "are my Grandfather's so called greatest 
creations!"

"You mean..  Gladius?  No..  He's too young.  Gladius's father then?  He was 
your.. 'Grandfather'?"

"So now do you understand?"

"Yeah, I guess, but Joy and Honey didn't have anything personally to do with it.  
They're pretty much innocent."

"Timmy, you listen to me and don't you ever forget this," she said with such 
force that I shivered.  "There is nothing innocent about any of my Grandfather's 
girls.  They are Grandfather's girls first, and everything you believe them to 
be comes second to that.  They can not be trusted."

"But.." I said as my empathic senses blasted the cold hard seriousness of her 
words.  "But they can't control me anymore because I'm empathic, like them.  
They can't harm me."

"That is what they want you to believe," she said, looking over her shoulder 
with a sudden nervousness.  "Timmy, I have just broken a sacred oath by telling 
you this.  It's an oath which none of Grandfather's girls have ever broken 
before.  Please don't speak a word of this to anyone, not even your father.  It 
would endanger you, me, and whoever you tell."

I stared at her for several moments, finding myself unable to accept that she 
could possibly know Joy and Honey better than I did, or that there was truly a 
danger with the information she had given me.  But I couldn't deny the 
unwavering truthfulness I had felt from her, and I knew that no matter what the 
real truth was, she believed in what she had said.

"There is more," she said, waiting for my response.

I went over and sat down in the chair next to her, peering into her eyes for a 
few moments before sighing and diving into her mind to prove to myself she had 
been misled.

But what I found only made me wonder if she did truly know of things which made 
the twins and even herself a possible threat to me and my loved ones.  

Gladius, or at least the Gladius she had called Grandfather, had chosen my 
grandmother as one of his select favorites because of her mother's and father's 
strong empathic backgrounds.  Courtney was in fact her half sister, having the 
same father but two different mothers, both having been empathic before Gladius 
enslaved them.

I understood a lot which apparently had not ever occurred to my grandmother.  
Courtney had developed her empathic abilities a few years before giving birth to 
her first set of twins.  Gladius had expected Wendy, my grandmother, to develop 
empathic abilities rather than Courtney because of the way he believed the 
inheritance  worked, but by the time Wendy had reached her sixteenth birthday, 
he was convinced she would never develop them, and he had been right.

Courtney's twin boys developed their own empathic abilities before they were two 
years of age, mostly due to Gladius's controlling their developing minds to 
mimic their mother in the way she thought and felt.  The two boys were 
incredibly powerful by the age of four, and sadly enough Gladius found he could 
no longer control them and had them destroyed before they turned five.

Shortly before Wendy was sold, she witnessed the twin girls using their combined 
abilities to control their remaining brother, and I instantly recognized the 
expression on his face.  It was the same one I had seen on Eric's, and most 
likely the same I had worn countless times myself.

"Why Charlie allowed them to tamper with you I'll ever understand," she said 
after I finished and sat back to relax and think.  "Charlie knows most of it 
already, but what he doesn't know is Grandfather still has control over every 
one of his girls.  Those two girls would betray him the instant Grandfather 
wishes it."

"Why are you telling me all this and not dad?" I asked.

"Charlie can't defend his mind as well as you can.  I'm afraid to tell him, or 
let him explore that part of my memory.  But you perhaps are the strongest voice 
I have ever met in my life.  Guard this information with every ounce of your 
strength, my young master.  If Grandfather ever found out, he would stop at 
nothing to make sure no one would ever learn of it."

The buzzer for the first batch of cookies went off at that moment, startling us 
both.  We continued to talk as we finished our cookie baking, but didn't 
approach the subject again.  I wasn't sure what I believed at that point, but 
just to be cautious, I followed her advice, never mentioning it to anyone else.

Once we had finished cleaning up the kitchen, Grandma went to take a nap while I 
checked on Eric and the twins.  I couldn't help but feel disturbed from the way 
Eric just sat there mindlessly waiting for Honey or Joy to decide and use him 
again.  Eric's mind was technically asleep, only having the most basic of 
instincts and emotions controlling his actions, and his emotions were entirely 
under the twin's empathic control.

Suddenly Eric leaned forward to lick Honey's clit with a slow and steady motion, 
his actions resembling the twin's own motions as he slowly began working her up 
to an orgasm.  My disturbing feeling fell away as my curiosity grew, and it just 
suddenly hit me that it was Joy controlling Eric, and she was attempting to 
lower her twin sister into that deep trance-like state through Eric.

Joy finally noticed me standing there watching them, and after a moment she 
invited me to fuck Eric's ass.  I was tempted, believe me I was tempted, but I 
decided it would be best to wait until later when he could enjoy it too.

That was the last time I allowed the twins to play with Eric like that.  It 
wasn't just because of my grandmother's warning.  I simply realized after Eric 
came to his senses that he seemed more anxious to "play" with the twins again 
than ever before, yet couldn't recall a single thing about what he did or why he 
wanted to so bad.

I found out that evening that my dad had given the twins a new freedom as his 
combined wedding and eighteenth birthday gift.  I just so happened to look out 
the window as Joy and Honey were stepping out of a limo... with two guys I 
didn't know.  The two well built college freshmen were checking the place out, 
their expressions displaying the relaxed mood the twins' blow job had given 
them.

I met the group in the main hall and questioned the twins on what was going on.  
The argument which followed between me and the two silent seductresses 
completely bewildered the two young men, for they never detected the twins' 
replies to my rather loud accusations and threats.

Nevertheless, they willingly followed the girls on their way to the study while 
I fumed and fussed, damning my father for giving them the freedom to go out and 
find their own playthings to seed and enjoy.

They avoided me the rest of the day, but woke me in their usual way Monday 
morning, and I guess they "talked" me into seeing it in a different way.  The 
"discussion" was rather long and tedious, but it basically came down to this.

Joy and Honey had spent most of their life developing their empathic abilities 
for the purpose of seeding and controlling men for their master's benefit.  I 
was pleased that they had finally stopped considering themselves as the property 
of my father, and they made me admit that as free human beings they had the 
right to use their talents as they saw fit.

How could I argue with that?  I mean, what right did I have to say my mother, 
father, and I could use our abilities the way we wished, but they couldn't?  
Yes, I didn't like how my dad still occasionally brought back a new girl who he 
had enslaved, and last month I nearly disowned my mother when I found she had 
"obtained" three male personal "assistants" to help her through the final few 
months of her pregnancy.  

But they didn't mistreat them, and while these people didn't have the choice to 
be whatever my parents wished, for the most part they were happy with the 
arrangements and enjoyed the benefits they received while living their own life 
whenever their services were not needed.

So I gave the twins the benefit of the doubt, knowing they would only use their 
toys a short while before letting them go and getting someone new.  I made it 
clear I would be extremely upset if I ever found they had seeded one of my 
friends without my knowledge, then promised I wouldn't interfere in their 
affairs just like I did with my father.

It was lunch time at school by the time we had all that settled, and after 
kissing and making up, I suddenly had a flare of guilt concerning the one slave 
I still had control of.
 
"Hello, Sandi," I said as the group of girls walked outside after finishing 
their lunch.

"Tim!" the sprouting thirteen year old said excitedly.  "Have you come for me?"

"Yep," I said, noticing how the four other girls were checking me out and even 
lingering on my package.  "I didn't know you hung around with eighth graders.  
Who's your friends?"

"They're not... Oh..  Oh yeah," she said, catching on a little late. 

"I'm Kris," a round eyed brunette said while pushing her chest forward to show 
off her more mature cleavage.

"Hello, Kris," I said as I took her hand and gave it gentleman's kiss.

"Pam," the meek looking blond said when my questioning gaze moved to her face.

"Nice to meet you, Pam," I said as I took her rather nervously raised hand and 
kissed it like the first.

"I'm Mandy," the tallest of the five said presenting her hand to me.

"Mandy with the pretty brown eyes," I said with a wink before giving her the 
courtesy kiss on the back of her hand.

"And you must be Karen," I said before the green eyed light brown haired girl 
could offer.  "I'm glad to finally meet you."

"You know.. about me?" she said timidly before hesitantly offering her hand.

"Only from what Brad has mentioned over lunch.  He's all the time talking about 
his sister and her cute friend who's over almost everyday."

"Oh," she said as I gave her hand a kiss and a half.

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Kris asked.

"I'm here to pick up Sandi for her brother," I said simply.

"Why couldn't he come and pick her up?" Mandy asked.

"Because he had a test and I'm on the way back from seeing the dentist," I made 
up quickly.  "Sandi, we have to get going now."

"Yes, Tim," she said automatically, taking the hand I was holding out to her.

The teacher who was on lunch duty nodded his consent as we walked past him, and 
once I had located the last of her teachers and made sure she wouldn't be 
missed, I looked over at the curious but patient girl walking hand in hand with 
me.

"I see you've been quite an influence on your friends.  I half expected them to 
reach out and feel my crotch after I kissed their hands."

"If you like, we could have them come with us," she said somewhat expectantly.

"I don't think so.  I sorta want to be alone with you for a while."

As expected, she considered that to mean considerably more than I had in mind, 
but for the moment I let her dirty imagination explore the possibilities.

I wasn't all that surprised when as soon as I shut my door Sandi began digging 
my cock out with a skilled hand.

"I've really made a mess of you, haven't I," I sighed after gently stopping her 
hand's motions.  "Sandi, is there anything besides sex you enjoy doing?"

"Oh yes, Master.  I love dressing Brad and bathing Brad and doing things for 
Brad.  I also love dressing up for him and teasing him with my body when I'm 
getting him snacks.  And I really like it when he dances with me, especially 
when we're naked and horny."

"What about your friends?  Don't you like doing things with them?"

"I like telling them about how good it feels to give blow jobs and fuck, and 
whenever I get one of them in the mood I try to talk them into doing things with 
me.  Brad loves it when I video tape one of my friends playing with themselves."

"Isn't there anything you like to do that doesn't involve Brad or sex?" I asked 
desperately.

"I...  I.." she said before concentrating very hard on my question.

"I think I still like reading Nancy Drew, but I don't have time to do that very 
much.  And when my mom takes me shopping with her friends, I almost feel normal.  
I kind of like that.  Is that all right Master?"

"Yeah, you bet it is.  That's the kind of thing I was hoping you would say first 
off instead of having to dig for it."

After a short quiet spell, I asked her, "Sandi, do you still masturbate?"

"Oh yes, Master.  I do it whenever Brad asks me to."

"That's not what I meant.  Do you ever masturbate for your own pleasure and not 
for someone else's?"

"Yes I have, Master," she said softly.  "But I won't do it any more if you say."

"No.. I want you to do it when ever you feel like it, okay?  It's okay to make 
yourself feel good."

"Thank you master."

"So, what do you think about while you're playing with yourself?"

"I think of Brad a lot, but sometimes I pretend I'm another boy's slave, like 
one of the boys in my class.  And I also sometimes dream of pleasuring you, 
especially after Brad talks about you."

"Talks about me?  How?  I mean, what does he say?"

"He's all the time talking about how much sex you have and how great it would be 
if you would come over and fuck me.  We practiced really hard last month to get 
me ready for your mom's wedding.  Brad say's that once you find out how good I 
am, you might let him train some other girls.  Will you fuck me Master?  It 
would make Brad so happy to know you fucked me."

I didn't respond to her question for we had reached my driveway and I wasn't 
sure how to tell her I wanted to free her from her enslavement.

I pulled up to the front steps then shut off the engine before finally saying, 
"That depends on you, Sandi.  What do you want?  It doesn't matter what Brad 
wants.  All I care about is what you want."

"I want..  I want to make Brad happy," she said as I began pulling out the 
sloppy commands I had placed in her mind two years previous.  "I.. want him to 
be proud of me and love me, and if you let me fuck you and you like it, he would 
be very happy and proud of me."

"Okay then," I said while canceling the last of the enslaving commands in her 
head.  "Let's go in see if there isn't anything else you'd rather do instead, 
and if there isn't, we can fuck for a while.  Let's go inside, Sandi."

"Yes, Master," she said before frowning.

I ignored her reaction since I knew very well what she was frowning about, but 
couldn't help grinning a little as hurried to catch up with me going up the 
steps.  She hadn't instantly complied with my order, and that fact was buzzing 
around her head even more than how she hadn't felt rewarded by calling me master 
as she should have.

I led her to the study, then gave her simple little tasks that ordinarily any 
slave would do without being bothered by the tediousness and obvious waste of 
time they were.  I was impressed with Sandi's patience and self control, but 
when I called her over from turning every pillow in the study exactly half way 
around, she let out an "Oh good," which no slave would have ever done.

"Don't you mean oh good, Master?" I said with a convincing stern face.

"Oh, sorry, er, Master."

"I'll let it go this time," I said taking her hand and pulling her beside me.  
"Tell me more about what you like doing."

"Yes, master," she said with a bit of a hesitation.  "I think I like going over 
to Karen's house and playing with her dolls.  She has almost..."

She gasped slightly and just barely pulled away from me when I started fondling 
her left breast through her shirt, but she instantly recovered herself and 
continued.

"..almost twenty of them and they all have several sets of clothes.  One time 
when she was changing a guy doll and I was changing a girl doll, I had my doll 
give hers a blow job, and after I told her what that was, I started showing her 
other things too.  Sometimes I pretend Brad is a big doll when I'm dressing him, 
but he doesn't like me thinking that way about him."

"Is Karen your best friend?" I asked before pulling her shirt up without any 
warning.

"I, uhh..  I guess so.  Ouch.  I mean, before I tasted that candy, Mandy was my 
best friend.  But she didn't like talking about sex with boys until after I got 
the others talking about it, and Karen seemed the easiest to..."

"What's the matter, Sandi?" I said before giving her left nipple another lick.

"I... I don't know.  I think something is wrong.  Please stop doing that?"

"Don't you like feeling your Master's tongue on your body?"

"I...  I..." she said extremely confused.

"Maybe you're just nervous about me finally thinking of fucking you.  Brad wants 
you to do it so badly, and you want to make him happy, right?"

"I guess that could be...  it," she shuddered as I licked her nipple again.  "It 
does make me feel kind of nervous, but now it's starting to feel better too."

My sarcasm having backfired on me, I was tempted to go even further with her 
right then, but I realized to do so would probably just cause her to block out 
her discomfort out of habit and compound the problem.

"You were saying something about Karen being the easiest.  Easiest what?"

"Easiest to.. to talk into trying stuff."

"Like what?  Tell me what you and her did."

"I asked her if she ever felt the tingles down there, but she wouldn't say she 
had until I told her about how I like to play with myself to feel them.  After 
that she would ask me questions like when I did it last and if I had tried 
anything different that I hadn't told her about before.  It took me a couple of 
weeks before she agreed to let me show her, and a whole month before she would 
do it in front of me.  I got that on video tape though," she said proudly.

"What's the last thing you talked her into doing?" I asked.

"Letting Brad lick her.  He was so happy that she finally let him do that.  The 
next step is..."

She was frowning again, so I said, "What's the matter, Sandi?"

"Huh?" she said letting her confusion slip away.  "I just was thinking how big 
Brad is, and how much it hurt when it happened to me the first few times."

"You don't like the idea of Karen going through the pain you went through, do 
you."

"No...  No I don't."

"Does making your brother happy mean so much to you that you would trick your 
friends into making the same mistakes you made?"

"But...  I didn't have a choice after I ate that candy, and they still do...  
And I'm not tricking them into anything bad.  I love the way my brother makes me 
feel.  I want to share that with them, even if means it hurting a little at 
first."

"So you like having sex."

"Yes."

"You like having sex a lot?"

"Yes."

"Is it just sex with Brad you like?  Or with anyone?"

"I...  I'm not sure.  I think it might be anyone, but I know I love doing it 
with Brad."

"What about me?  Do you want to have sex with me?"

"Of course, you're my..."

Again her face filled with confusion, her expectations and feelings conflicting 
with each other on the matter of my masterhood.

"Sandi," I said looking into her eyes with compassion.  "When I made you a 
slave, I did it thinking it would help you get better from what those men did to 
you.  I never meant for you to stay so focused on sex that you see it as 
something you should do all the time.  I wish I could have spent some of the 
last summer with you and Brad.  I would have made sure the two of you worked 
towards having you find other things to enjoy.

"We can't change what happened, but you can still find other things to like 
besides making your brother happy and having sex.  You're as recovered from what 
those men did to you as you're gonna be, and just you talking to me like this is 
the proof.  You're no longer anyone's slave, Sandi.  I've set you free, so it's 
up to you if you still want me to fuck you or not."

"I'm not yours anymore?  What about Brad?  Am I still his?"

"No, silly.  You're your own owner.  You don't have to call anyone master, and 
you don't have to do what Brad or I tell you to do."

"But..  I can still be Brad's if I want to, right?"

"Well, I guess so," I said a little surprised.

"Good," she said, "Then I choose to be his, and that means I want what he 
wants."

"You mean, you still want me to.." I said as I reached between her legs and gave 
her puss a little pet.  I figured I didn't have anything to lose and everything 
to gain, but unfortunately I found that she really did like sex.

So her response was to return the favor plus some, finding her hand slipping 
into my shorts and pulling my hardening dick out, then playing with it while she 
ground her young wet slit against my hand.

"You're bigger than Brad," she commented between pants, then suddenly dived to 
engulf my cock.

She used her throat and tongue on my pleasure rod with expert precision, only 
pausing a moment when I pulled her shorts and panties off while moving her into 
a 69 position.

I thoroughly enjoyed giving her lips an enthusiastic yet tender cleaning, then 
moved on to explore her inner folds.  Her shorter height made it necessary for 
us to stay on our sides as we worked, and after a while my bent back was 
starting to complain.

So I gave up my end and rolled onto my back, then concentrated on enjoying her 
unique blow job, finding her younger throat to give her a greater tightness than 
I was accustomed to.

She popped her mouth off long enough to say "I like your dick," then started to 
bob up and down quickly a few times before slowing down to a regular pace.

"Why?" I asked, feeling myself getting close.

"Because it's so straight," she answered.

"Is that all?"

"No," she said, before taking it as deep as it could and holding it here a 
moment, then slipped it back out say, "But it's the neatest thing about it.  You 
also don't have that much hair growing on the base of your shaft, so it makes it 
easier to slip up and down.  Like this."

When she heard my moan during her steady inhaling and exhaling my meat, she knew 
I was about to cum.  She pulled my cock out of her throat and only held its head 
inside her lips while applying suction and pushing her middle finger against my 
rose.  

Her finger made me shoot a good long stream of cum into her mouth, but it was 
when I was reloading that my back door relaxed and she sent her finger deep 
inside me, then caused me to shoot the next load even harder as that same finger 
stroked my prostrate from my insides.

I can't say I had never had someone do that to me before, but it had been quite 
unexpected and that made it very good. 

I was still a bit stunned when I felt her lips against mine, but accepted the 
sample she had     d me, finding it tasting different in a good way from being 
in her mouth before mine.

It was while we were exploring each other's mouths that I believe she started 
feeling something she hadn't had before.

Control

Not control of another being, but she was in control of the sex.  I was letting 
her do as she pleased, having made no expectations for her to fulfil while 
attempting to give back as much as she gave me.

When I felt her wetness starting to slide down towards it's goal, I decided I 
wanted to give her the kind of pleasure she had given me.

I felt her disappointment as I rolled her onto her back, but surprised her by 
not fucking her like she had expected me.  Instead, I began teasing her breasts 
with my mouth and tongue, adding a shot of my magic touch at random times.  I 
found that her nipples had recently become sensitive, so while she really didn't 
have much meat on her breast, her moans were good enough to keep me from losing 
interest.

When she had had enough, she didn't hesitate to roll us over, then gave me a 
wicked kiss before sliding her extremely wet cunt over my waiting cock.

She really was a good fuck as far as pussy fucking goes, but I thoroughly 
enjoyed her ass for it was nice to experience a different rectum after having 
fucked Eric's so much.  But after we showered and got dressed so I could drop 
her back off at school, I knew we probably wouldn't ever fuck again, especially 
since she didn't have any true feelings for me except appreciating my help, and 
later for giving her her freedom. 


++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip  - Proofread by Evil Eye 
Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
Part 5 - Male Ego
(mm)

"What the FUCK did you do to my sister, man?!?" Brad shouted across the parking 
lot the next morning as I got out of my car.

"Shit," I muttered as he walked in my direction with clenched fists and eyes 
full of anger. 

"Double shit," I added when Joey pulled in and slammed on his brakes to keep 
from hitting Brad.

I don't know what was more disturbing to me.  Brad's obvious intention to beat 
the shit out of me, or Joey's obvious intention to watch and cheer him on.

There was no doubt in my mind Sandi had told Brad everything either late last 
night or that morning, and while this or Brad's anger wasn't unexpected, I never 
considered Brad to be the type to physically want to retaliate like that. I 
could have easily used my abilities to prevent Brad from carrying out his plan, 
but something told me that this was exactly what Joey hoped I would do so he 
could use it against me.

I quickly turned to Eric and said, "No matter what happens, don't get involved.  
Understand?  You'll only make things worse for both me and yourself."

There was only enough time to see Eric's head begin to nod before Brad 
exclaimed, "You fucken traitor!" and tried to rush me.

"She has the right to be her own master, Brad!" I said as I jumped out the way, 
only to find him coming at me again and this time no way to avoid his body slam.

I managed to stay on my feet when he hit, then as Brad recovered his own 
balance, I saw his hand forming a fist and knew I was either going have to use 
my abilities, flee, or stay there and fight Brad, man to man.

Brad took three swipes at me, the third clipping my chin and making me mad 
enough to throw one of my own.  Unfortunately, Brad was incredibly agile, and 
after he avoided two of my swings, his left fist connected with my right upper 
lip, then got me three or four times in the stomach before I could get him 
squarely in the face with a right.

At that point Brad backed off a moment and I was able to recollect my wits and 
some of my breath while getting into a better defensive posture and watching for 
his next advance.

This was the first instance I found where the experience I had copied from 
another's mind failed to provide me the appropriate skills and reactions without 
ever having practiced them.  I was struggling to implement the mixture of 
defensive martial art techniques I had obtained, but ended up having to go with 
my own personal instincts and experience when Brad managed to slip two more 
punches by my slow reactions.

Here I was, a telepath powerful enough to enslave the entire school body in ten 
minutes time, a voice who believed he could defend his mind against another 
voice's attack even while asleep, and an empath strong enough to resist the 
twin's powerful empathic call.  Yet I was caught completely unprepared to defend 
myself properly from a mute who was only shielded from my power by my moral 
conscience and my pride.

My pride took quite a beating that day.  So did my face.  By the time we were 
broken apart by a few teachers called out to the scene, I had a bloody lip, a 
sore jaw, a couple of very tender and bruised ribs, and was squinting one eye 
which became nice and black in the next hour which followed.  Brad, on the other 
hand, only sported a bloody nose and few bruises on his arms and shoulders, for 
despite his lazy or laid back appearance, Brad could be as quick as a fox when 
he had to be.

Normally a fight such as this resulted in a two or three day suspension for both 
students, and after both Brad and I refused to explain what the fight had been 
about, Higgs was ready to add a couple of detentions on top of that.

Higgs left us alone in his office for a few minutes, one of those principal 
tactics to get two friends talking after having a fist fight like that.  It was 
a risky tactic that had only backfired a couple of time on him before, but if I 
hadn't kept my mouth shut in his absence, it would have backfired again from the 
way Brad glared at me the whole time.

Joey apparently had volunteered to explain what he had saw and heard, and even 
though he didn't tell Higgs exactly what Sandi did as a slave, he filled Higgs 
in on enough of the other details that Higgs more or less let us both off the 
hook.  He warned Brad that if he didn't cool off, he would consider talking to 
his parents about the whole deal, then told him to get his butt to class.

Higgs indicated he wasn't finished with me when I got up with Brad to leave, and 
once the door shut behind Brad, I felt his disapproval add another layer of 
discomfort on top of my aches and pains.  

Higgs wasn't stupid.  I mean he knew I took advantage of my abilities to get out 
of class and have fun once in a while, and even though we never actually spoke 
about it, he knew that fun usually involved sex.  But Higgs and I..  Well, you 
know.  I had always confided in him when my morals conflicted with my dad's 
activities or something else concerning those kind of things.  

He thought he knew what kind of a person I was, but this was the first he had 
ever heard of me enslaving anyone.  It made him wonder, "Has he done something 
to me?"

I felt like crying.  I couldn't look up at him.  I couldn't even speak.  Mr. 
Higgs was like an anchor in my life.  While everyone else had changed over the 
past couple of years, Mr. Higgs had remained the same.  And until now, he never 
seriously considered I had altered him to believe we had a close relationship, 
but now that was all he could think about as he sat down in silence at is desk.

"How many other's have you..." he began but didn't finish.

"I don't know...  six or seven, I think.  But nothing like Sandi.  They all 
could free themselves any..."

"Was one of them Nancy Johnson?" he asked.

"Huh?  Nancy Joh..  Oh, Mrs. Johnson.  No.  She and I were just...  Competing I 
guess.  I didn't do anything to her mind.. or yours."

He didn't respond right away, and while I was sitting there, my body's aches 
seemed to intensify enough for me to moan as I tried to find a more comfortable 
position.

That changed Higg's train of thought, and he asked, "Why did you let Brad do 
that to you?"

"I didn't exactly just let him, now did I," I said heatedly, feeling a bit short 
tempered from my discomfort.

"You know what I meant," he said evenly.  "Why didn't you just...  Change his 
mind about it?"

"Because he's my friend, and I guess...  At first I thought I could beat him the 
old fashioned way, but then when I couldn't, I couldn't wimp out and cheat like 
that.  Nobody would have respected me for doing something like that."

"You mean Joey."

"I guess I mostly was thinking about him, yeah, but not just him.  Eric, Suzi, 
or anyone else who knows...  Even Brad I guess," I said before flinching from a 
nice sharp pain from moving the wrong way.

Higgs let out a deep breath of air, then said, "Perhaps you better call for 
someone to pick you up.  I don't think you're going to feel like sitting in 
class today like that.  You might as well go home and rest."

"Thanks, but if I can get some aspirin from the room upstairs, I think I'd 
rather stay.  I already missed all day yesterday."

I bit my tongue after saying that, but Higgs didn't even flinch.  Joey must have 
told him that I had skipped school to free Sandi so I could do it without Brad 
being around, and it made me wonder for a moment why Joey had intervened at all.  
Had Joey done it to get me into more trouble?  Or just the reverse?

But then I figured he must have been doing it for Brad's sake as much as mine.  
Maybe he hoped I would get into more trouble while getting Brad out of it, I 
didn't know.  Brad had told me time and time again that Joey acted like his old 
self as long as no one mentioned me.

Talk about a rough day.  Brad remained pretty hostile towards me all day long, 
and must have really worked John up since John walked up to me after third hour 
and asked what my problem was in an irritated voice.  I wasn't feeling all that 
great physically, for the aspirin only could do so much, and blocking the pain 
with my abilities would have been risking preventing my body to warn me of 
further injury if I moved a certain way or something.  Pain exists for a reason, 
and in this case I was just going to have to suffer through it.

Anyway, when John walked up to me with an attitude, I told him to fuck off if he 
really thought I had done it just to hurt Brad.  At least Eric was still on my 
side, for I didn't seem to have many friends left that day.

But even Eric was a little ticked off when I didn't let him drive home.  He 
couldn't understand why I wanted to drive after I told him about every pain I 
felt in det      I guess the truth of the matter was I didn't want people to see 
me letting a 15 year old drive me home after I had been beaten up by Brad.  It 
was stupid, I know.  But I was worried about what was left of my image, and I 
couldn't take the risk of appearing like a wimp by letting him drive me home.

I really should have let Eric drive too.  Not because I was in such physical 
pain that I wasn't safe behind the wheel, but because of my stupid male pride 
had been bruised making it ultra sensitive to further hits.

You see, Joey and Eric live in the same part of town.  They weren't neighbors or 
anything like that, just both had to take pretty much the same route to and from 
school.  It was a nice day outside, so we had the windows down and the sunroof 
popped open, and while sitting at a light, Joey pulled up next to us with his 
top down.

Joey slowly turned his head towards us as if he wasn't aware of us until he was 
looking directly at us, then from behind the reflective sunglasses which were 
like two silver mirrors, he calmly greeted us with a "Hey."

Like two idiots, Eric and I both responded at the same time with another, "hey," 
then I couldn't help feel my troubles deepen from how cool Joey looked sitting 
in his Mustang with those damn glasses on.

I was so unsettled by this that I almost didn't hear him say, "Wanna race?"

"Race?" I said.

"Yeah.. You know..  Light turns green, we floor it, the first person that makes 
it to the end of the strip wins."

"I don't think..." Eric began.

"Yeah, all right," I said, feeling my heart begin to pound, then reved my baby's 
engine and enjoyed it's powerful roar.

"Next light, then," he said, neither of us having noticed the light had already 
turned green until then.

Keeping up with the cool image he was portraying, Joey didn't take off like I 
expected him to, and so I felt like the fool after I floored it and my car leapt 
out ahead of him like that.

"Just to be safe, maybe you should clear the roads ahead," Joey yelled across 
once he had smoothly caught up with us.  "We don't want any accidents."

"I was just thinking of that myself," I yelled back, wondering if he knew that 
was a lie.

I quickly blanketed the area ahead of us, then we both pulled to a cautious 
stop, the light just turning yellow.

We sat there revving engines a moment, then just as I noticed a couple of cars 
crossing the road up ahead, Joey said, "Hey!  I thought..."

"I did! I did!" I said, scanning ahead to find out what was wrong.

"Tim, I don't think," Eric began.

"This isn't going to be so easy, Joey.  I'd have to blanket the whole county to 
keep people away.  As soon as I redirect the people who are heading this way, 
some more show up.  Maybe Eric's right.  Maybe we shouldn't."

"You forfeiting?" Joey asked dauntingly.

"I can't drive and blanket that large of an area at the same time, you know 
that!"

"You losing your touch?" he outright sneered.  "I bet I could."

"Ha!  You think for one moment I'd..." I said just as an idea occurred to me.  
"All right, smart ass.  Let's make this a little more interesting.  We race, but 
we don't stop at the end of the strip.  You link with me, you blanket your side 
of the road, and I blanket my side.  Who ever reaches Sparrow Street first wins, 
but only if they were blanketing the whole time.  You think you can handle that?  
Or are you too rusty?"

"Come on, guys.." Eric moaned.  "This is really stup.."

"Even if I am rusty, I can still out race AND out think you..  Ready?" he 
snarled.

"Do it!" I snarled back.

The link formed, and then we waited for the light to change.

At the same instant, we both floored it, and I grinned victoriously as my 
Formula leapt ahead of him.

But while I shifted, Joey caught up and actually got slightly ahead, but then 
moments later he fell back when he shifted gears himself.

The strain of constantly blanketing the area ahead wasn't something I could 
ignore.  It was hard work, and normally I would have quit, but I knew if I was 
having difficulty, then Joey _really_ was.

I was winning.. Every time I shifted Joey regained some ground, but then lost it 
and a little more during his own shifts.  I could feel how hard he was 
struggling to keep up with me in both vehicle speed and blanketing speed, and 
because I was certain I would win, I let it go when he slipped up on the 
blanketing a few times, especially since he caught the people on the next go.

Just as we had the finish line in our sights, I only felt a momentary surge of 
confusion from Joey before suddenly finding my feet slamming on the brakes under 
his control.  The shock of this almost made me lose control of the car, and if 
Joey hadn't purposely gone off the road and into the grass, I would have surely 
hit him as we spun a quarter of the way around.

I was just getting over the shock of it all when I saw this station wagon going 
down Sparrow Road, coming from Joey's side of the road.  One of us if not both 
would have surely hit it if he hadn't stopped us, but I was far too angry to be 
thankful.

"You Fucker!" I choked as the pain from the seatbelt's pressure against my ribs 
began to subside.  "You fucking ass hole!"

"Eric, you all right?" Joey said rushing up to our car.

"I think so," Eric said, his face starting to regain some of its color.  "I bit 
my tongue and..  Tim?  What's wrong?"

"Fuck, it hurts!" I moaned, my face twisted up from the slowly subsiding pain.  
"If you couldn't keep up with the blanketing, why the fuck did you wait so long?  
You should have tried to and warn me before seizing control of my fucking legs 
like that!"

"You shit head!  Don't you think I would have if that's what happened?  I 
blanketed that car three times before realizing it wasn't going to stop or turn 
off!  I even tried to command them to stop directly, but it didn't work.  By 
then there wasn't time to warn you.  It wasn't my fault, and nobody got hurt."

"I beg to differ," I moaned as Eric undid my seat belt for me.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" Eric said, trying to sound calm.

"No.. I'll be all right in a minute."

"I'm going to drive now," Eric said firmly.

"No you're not.  We still have to finish the race."

"What?" Eric yipped.

"You're nuts if you think I'm going to go through that again," Joey said.

"Are you forfeiting?" I dared him.

"Fuck you, Tim.  You know how hard that was on me.  And my head is pounding from 
making you stop."

"Look," I said, indicating the road ahead.  "We start just past Sparrow road, 
and we make the finish line right were the new pavement ends beyond the train 
tracks.  There's no intersections to worry about, and I'll see anyone coming 
down the road in plenty of time to take any evasive action if we have to.  
Nothing can go wrong."

Joey looked at me for a moment, then turned and hurried back to his car.  I knew 
I could have claimed victory, but I wanted an undisputed one and figured that 
even if I didn't get a good start, I was pretty sure I could still win since he 
had to shift at least three times before reaching the end.

Eric said he wanted no part of it and got out of the car.  For a moment I was 
reconsidering my decision, but as soon as Joey pulled up next to me with his 
shades on, I shook it off and said, "Ready?"

"On the count of three," he said.

We counted down and sped off with both our tires screeching a bit, and while 
Joey had had a better start than the first time, I was still ahead by just a 
tad.

The stretch of road we were to race was a good mile or more in length, and we 
both were watching each other more than the road ahead.  No cars came into 
sight, but as we got closer to the finishing line, something else did.

I noticed the crossing lights were flashing just when the train blew its horn, 
and it only took a moment for it all to sink in.

I looked over at Joey, and he looked back at me with the same look of fear as I 
felt, but then his eyes squinted and a look of determination came across his 
face, and I knew he wasn't going to quit, and neither was I.

The train was blowing its horn in long and desperate wails, my heart was 
pounding greater than I had ever felt it before, and all the while keeping my 
foot flat on the floorboard as we approached the train tracks of our destiny.

My fear began to get the best of me, however, and I suddenly realized the train 
would reach the crossing just as we would.  In a fit of nerves, I slammed on my 
brakes, then sat there stiffly in horror as Joey's mustang shot ahead.  The 
train...  and Joey...  speeding to intersect each other as I skid with such a 
screech that it hurt my ears.

I wasn't even paying attention to the fact that I was starting to skid sideways 
and might possibly flip, my eyes glued to Joey's tail lights as he put himself 
into the path of the speeding train, then closed my eyes not wanting to see the 
collision that never came.

My car came to a stop on only two tires, then jerked my senses right out from 
underneath me when it slammed down on the other two and bounced roughly up and 
down.  I sat there shaking all over as the train continued to speed past me, 
knowing if I hadn't stopped, one of us would have been dead, if not both.

It wasn't until the train had finished rushing past that I moved a single 
muscle, but then I was a blur of motion when I saw Joey sitting there at the 
finish line waiting to rub it in.

Again I floored it, not really needing too, but the adrenaline pumping through 
my veins commanded it and I obeyed.  The look on his face as I approached didn't 
help matters any, for he had won, I had lost, and nothing I could say would 
alter his incredible victory.

After cussing us both out and telling us we were stupid fools, Eric drove me 
home not speaking a word until we got there, and then helped me get out and took 
me inside very carefully.

"I'm sorry, Eric," I said for the hundredth time.

"You want to lie down in your room?  Or in here?" he said sternly as we entered 
the living room.

"In the bath," I said softly.  "Could you go grab the aspirin from the kitchen 
medicine cabinet for me?  I think can make it from here okay."

"Okay," he said with a sigh and let me go.

Actually, I don't know why he had insisted on helping me walk.  Getting out of 
the car had been really hard because of my ribs, but there wasn't anything wrong 
with my legs.  He must have just been trying to mother me a little bit.

When he rejoined me in the bathroom, he found me struggling to take off my shirt 
without lifting my arms over my head.  Eric immediately told me to stop, then 
popped the aspirin in my mouth and held the cup to my lips before helping me 
strip.

I wasn't the least bit surprised when he followed suit, and I was grateful for 
his help in getting me in the bathtub/pool since I couldn't really use my arms 
to lower myself down without making my ribs scream out their displeasure.

Eric spent the rest of the afternoon mothering me, but went home in a limo 
around six after tucking me in bed and giving me a loving wet kiss.  I knew I 
had scared him pretty bad, and because of my aches and other troubles that week, 
I couldn't make it up to him until that weekend.

The intense homosexual sex Joey and I had had together allowed me to perform 
virtually any homosexual sex with Eric without it disturbing me.  I had 
convinced myself that because I loved Eric, I wanted to do these things with him 
to prove my love to not just him, but to myself as well.  Yet I had never truly 
desired to do these things, and never believed I ever would.

But that Saturday morning when I woke up alone in bed, I found myself thinking 
about sucking Eric off while fondling my cock under the sheets.  Okay, so 
perhaps I had wanted to do some things, like sucking his or Joey's cock at 
times, but I had never day dreamed about doing it until then.  The idea of 
waking Eric up by blowing him in his bed turned me on a lot, and in minutes I 
was getting in my car and taking off for Eric's house.

I was glad to find Eric's dad outside getting the paper in his robe and 
slippers, then after saying hi and telling him I wanted to surprise Eric, I 
followed him in and then went straight to Eric's bedroom.

He looked so beautiful to me.  I didn't understand why I found his body so 
pleasing and arousing to me, especially when I realized I couldn't even see his 
face.  I knew it was Eric, but it could have been any 15 year old boy laying 
there with his back towards me, and I wondered again if I was turning gay from 
the sudden urge I had to lick the soft lump hiding under the shorts he had worn 
to bed.

I was about to step forward and act on my impulse, but "Spanky's" hand suddenly 
rested upon my shoulder, and I was very startled to find him standing next to me 
enjoying the same view I had been.

"I love the way he looks when he sleeps, don't you?" he asked me.  "I've watched 
him since he was a baby, and I still can't get enough of him like that."

"Yeah," I admitted, trying to keep my voice from revealing the shock I had just 
received.  "He looks so.."

"Peaceful," he finished for me, giving me a gentle squeeze on the shoulder 
before he let it drop to his side and left, closing the door quietly behind him.

I stood there a few moments more as my cheeks turned red, having discovered 
Eric's dad had pretty much known what I had come for after seeing it in my eyes.

But once I shook off my embarrassment, I stripped and then used Eric's own 
muscles to remove his shorts before getting on all fours and got ready to give 
him head.

It had been a long time since I had felt that excited and nervous about 
something like that, and when I paused to enjoy those sensations a moment or two 
longer, I was delighted to find my breath stimulating his cock into hardening as 
he slept.

I purposely breathed on it to make it grow faster, and once I saw it was as hard 
as it was going to get that way, I opened my mouth wide and engulfed his semi 
erect prick.

Eric stirred in his sleep, but did not waken as his cock grew even bigger inside 
my salivating mouth, so I just slowly and gently began to suck on it as it 
continued to lengthen and expand.

It became too large to fit in my mouth without gagging me, and once it had 
reached its full hardness without Eric waking up, I slowly began moving forwards 
then back, cautiously pushing his cock deeper into the back of my mouth with 
each stroke.  I felt it throb when I finally had reached the point where I 
swallowed it into my throat, and I wasn't aware of when he finally did wake up.  
Eric just suddenly took hold of my head with his hands and held it there as he 
shot his first load of many for the day down my throat with a desperate gasp.

When he released his hold on my head and relaxed, I pulled back enough so I 
could breathe again, but kept his softening cock in my mouth as I filled my 
lungs with the air tainted with his crotch's sweet sexy scent.  I spent several 
minutes on making sure his genitals were thoroughly wet and clean, then licked 
my way up to his chest before having to stop and stare into the love filled eyes 
looking back at me.

I couldn't help myself when my eyes noticed the sweat clinging to the fuzz of 
his teen mustache, and after I had licked across his upper lip, the love in his 
eyes was quickly changing to lust like mine already had.  I ground my hard dick 
into his as I laid down on top of him, then humped him slowly as we took turns 
sucking the saliva out of the other's mouth.

Eric laid there on the bed for nearly two hours as I worshipped his body in 
every way I could.  The only sounds out of our mouths were the gasps we couldn't 
hold back, but after sensing his mom and dad watching us through the crack of 
the door, I gave up on being quiet and ran my tongue over Eric's exposed and 
puckered ass.

I fucked his ass hard, barely preventing myself from cumming when Eric whimpered 
from his dry orgasm, his balls having completely emptied their contents three 
orgasms ago.  Despite the fact that he was currently running on empty, I still 
had no trouble getting it hard enough for me to sit on it, and I think that's 
when Eric gave out his loudest groan.  But to my chagrin, our audience had 
gotten so caught up in our sex that they were fucking out in the hall, oblivious 
to the fact they were performing to another audience of their own.

Finding Karen's thoughts centered around imagining her boyfriend's cock in her 
ass like her father's was in her mother's pushed me over the edge.  Eric was so 
far gone that he didn't react to my spunk hitting his chest and neck until I was 
nearly finished, and then all he could do is open his mouth wide and wait to see 
if anything fell inside.

I laid there on top of him for a long time, enjoying the feel of my cum 
sandwiched between our sweaty and young bodies, never letting up on my licks and 
kisses to his face and neck until he was deep asleep again.

I left him as I had found him, having again used his own muscles to put his 
shorts on as he slept.  I hoped he would wake up and wonder if it had only been 
a dream, but knew he would be certain it hadn't when he recognized the smell of 
sex that his room was filled with when I left.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip  - Proofread by Evil Eye 
Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
Part 6 - Troubles of Sexuality
(mm)

Sitting in my second hour class, I pondered over a dream I had woken up from 
that morning.  While I had come to terms with being a bisexual two years before, 
I was troubled over the possibility that I was leaning towards the homosexual 
side of the spectrum.

I hadn't had sex with a girl for nearly two weeks, but had willingly accepted 
every single one of Eric's invitations or hints to screw around with him.  And 
the fact that I had woken up that morning cumming from the dream of having dirty 
sex with Eric really disturbed me.  I was even considering ending it with Eric, 
but really didn't know how I could since I though he was all I had to live for 
at the time.

To top things off, I was overcome by this intense desire for his cock in my ass 
when I saw it in his eyes as he walked up to me between second and third 
periods.  All of my concerns were instantly forgotten as I embraced him right 
there in the hall, him having to stop my hands from undoing his jeans before I 
came partially to my senses and made everyone around us forget what they had 
seen.

I was literally lost in my sexual hunger as Eric led me upstairs.  My self 
control was being severely strained by the time we reached the third floor, and 
when Eric turned to ask me something halfway to the door, I plastered my mouth 
over his and sent my hands to explore his body.

Without realizing it, I had pressed Eric against the wall and was trying to 
lower his pants.  He broke off from our deep kissing and gasped, "Tim, stop so 
we can get in the room."

My only response was to continue my tasting of his neck as I pulled out the key 
and handed it to him.  Eric pushed me away for a moment so he could head towards 
the door, but I quickly took up where I left off, standing behind him as he 
struggled to use the key.

My brain boiled with lust and desire for his body, my only remaining shred of 
control dissolving when the door closed behind us.  Eric stood still as my hands 
pulled his shirt off and my mouth began sucking on his bare back, feeling the 
pressure of my hardon rubbing against his ass through our jeans.

When my hands sank to undo his jeans, he took my hands in his and turned around 
to face me.  While he pulled my shirt off, I only somewhat noticed how Eric had 
grown a few inches since that January day where I had submitted to his own licks 
and kisses.

After he had thoroughly teased my nipples, I pushed him backward onto the bed 
with myself on top of him.  We made out like mad before we fumbled with the 
other's fly, and soon we were locked in a 69 position, my mouth watering at the 
sight of his cock.

I plunged my mouth down on it, then began using my tongue as I jerked my mouth 
up and down.  The moans and groans he made were all I needed to continue, not 
even concerned at his inability to return the cock sucking favor.

But then I heard Eric's cracked voice gasp, "Oh, James," a wave of cold shock 
washed over my body and mind.  I suddenly became very aware of my actions and my 
loss of control, and Eric's slip of the tongue wasn't forgotten either.

My mouth's humping of his organ quickly ground to a halt, and I just laid there 
frozen as my mind spun with these things.  I never noticed Eric attempting to 
bring my flaccid cock to arousal with his own oral attempts, but after a few 
minutes I heard his confused voice say, "Tim?"

I smiled weakly down at him, and for a moment I forgot my troubles as my heart 
surged with the sight of my concerned lover and friend.

"What's wrong?" he asked before getting up to lay beside me face to face.

I felt a lump in my throat form as I opened my mouth to speak, then found his 
eyes gazing into mine with such love and concern that I didn't realize I was 
forming an empathic connection until I felt his feelings flood into me.

Luckily the connection was only one way, and the feeling I was receiving from 
him drew my lips towards his once more.  But this time, the kiss was loving and 
completely sensual, neither of us trying to rush it or wish to make it sexual 
anymore.

I ended up being the one on top after our long kiss ended, and continued my oral 
loving on his chest, concentrating my efforts on his not so immature boy-
breasts.

When Eric's hand stroked my cheek, I responded to his loving caress by relaxing 
into it, and a few moments later laid my head down on his chest as he continued 
to stroke my cheek and hair.

After several minutes, Eric's hand came to a halt and rested limply on the side 
of my head, Eric thinking I had fallen asleep.  I allowed him to continue to 
believe this as his thoughts turned towards his worries and troubles concerning 
me.

Deep down Eric worried I would tire of him and leave him like James had done.  
He hadn't realized he had said James' name while experiencing a flash back of 
one of last times James had made love to him before running off with the bikers.  
His concern over losing me had been weighing heavily on his mind lately, 
especially from my increasing willingness at having sex with him whenever either 
of us was a little horny.

My losing interest in him sexually seemed to be the greatest threat to our 
relationship for Eric.  After all, the beginning of our relationship had been 
sexual, so it was only natural for Eric to think it required that aspect for it 
to continue.

And for a few minutes I laid there with my eyes closed believing he was right.  
My earlier homophobic feelings and thoughts had returned, along with the 
startling realization that I really wasn't interested in looking for someone 
else to have sex with right then.  I tried to sort out the feelings I had about 
that, then stopped pursuing it when I found myself getting depressed.

After a few minutes of just laying there feeling Eric's sleepy mind recall his 
earliest memories of the love he felt for me, I came to the conclusion that it 
didn't matter what I was doing or feeling differently than before.  The 
important thing was that Eric needed me just as much as I needed him, so before 
he could fall completely asleep I said gently, "I love you, Eric Nicholas 
Roberts.  I'll always love you, and I won't ever leave you."

Eric's mind snapped to attention, realizing I hadn't been asleep and in fact had 
been listening in on his thoughts.  I was startled to find my invasion of his 
privacy had hurt him more than the fact that I had uncovered something which he 
had been trying to hide from me.

"I'm sorry, Eric," I said looking up at him.  "I didn't mean to..  You see, you 
said James' name while I was suckin' ya, and that upset me until I found out 
why."

"I said his name?  I don't remember saying it," Eric said confused and a little 
suspicious.

From the look of distrust in his eyes, I knew what I had to do before this could 
go any further.

"Eric, you remember when I linked everyone up to me while we were fighting Young 
Lee?"

"What?  Yeah," he said, unsure where this was heading.

"Well, I just realized that had been the first time I ever linked with you 
telepathically, and I'm sorry I didn't think about it until now.  I love you, 
Eric, and I want to share my deepest secrets and my most private thoughts with 
you.  I never meant to deceive you or spy on you, so I offer to let you see 
whatever you wish within my head if you just say yes."

His eyes lost their distrust to the open honest gaze of my own eyes, and a few 
moments later he whispered a "Yes," while gently nodding his head.

I started forming the links as I reached out and embraced him in a mutual loving 
hug, flipping the connect switch in my head while we were within each other's 
arms.

By the time Eric had gotten over his initial excitement and got the hang of 
exploring another person's mind, he had forgotten all about why I had done it in 
the first place.

But the moment the thought occurred to me, Eric intercepted it, and once he saw 
I wanted him to do so, he sought out what he needed to know.

Ironically, I ended up being the one who benefited the most from our two way 
link.  Once Eric had satisfied himself with what had happened, he concentrated 
on my concerns that I was becoming another James.  He knew I hadn't actually 
lost interest in girls because he was constantly noticing my eyes checking out 
the girls in the halls, and that in itself made me feel a lot better for it was 
true.

But Eric didn't stop there.  He also pointed out that if I was truly becoming 
more homosexual than heterosexual, I would be checking out the guys like I had 
been the girls, and since I hadn't even considered looking at the guys, I wasn't 
any more gay than I had been.

Then Eric examined my feelings for him and eventually came to an important 
conclusion which made us both very happy.  My increasing sexual attraction 
towards him was due to the closeness and trust I felt for him.  I was keeping my 
distance from others for the moment because I didn't want to risk getting hurt 
by anyone else, and also feared unintentionally hurting them too.

But I had grown to depend on the love I shared with Joey and Suzi so much that I 
couldn't go without it.  As long as I had Eric, my life was... well, not 
complete.  But it was pleasurable and quite livable, making him a necessity to 
keeping me happy and alive.

Eric and I ended up picking up where we left off, our combined desire and 
horniness driving our linked bodies and minds as we sucked and humped the 
other's mouth.  As with all first-time sexual experiences, our telepathic two 
way 69ing was incredibly pleasurable and fulfilling, our minds sharing our 
orgasms and ecstasy as our two cocks shot off inside our two mouths, then 
finding our distinctly different tasting cum surprisingly amusing and worth 
discussing afterwards.

My only regret was the knowledge that Eric would always find the regular way 
less pleasurable, and therefore would be dependant on my abilities to give him 
the full pleasure he would always seek.  But I knew Eric was one of those people 
who could get over the disappointment, the eroticism of his actions always 
having been as great of a reward as the pleasure of his orgasmic release.

A week later, all of my worries returned again when I found myself studying a 
male sophomore in a sexual sense.  I managed to shrug it off, but then the next 
day I caught him checking me out like I had been doing the day before.  I almost 
panicked when I felt my excitement rise with the discovery of his own interest 
in me, but then my brain started sorting out my feelings like Eric had done, and 
I realized I wasn't actually interested for myself, but actually wanted to find 
others for Eric to enjoy.

Despite the happiness and contentment Eric had with our relationship, Eric 
missed having another truly gay male to share with.  Like he had pointed out to 
me, my eyes were constantly checking out the girls, while his were less 
obviously checking out the guys.  He had learned it was useless to try and talk 
to me about someone he had thought was good looking, my reaction always being 
one of polite yet obvious disinterest.

Shawn, the guy whose attraction to other males I had been picking up on, had 
realized his sexuality only a few months ago, but had been giving and receiving 
blow jobs with his cousin intermittently for over two years.  So far, Shawn had 
only admitted his sexuality to that same cousin, and after his cousin reacted 
very badly to the news, he decided he shouldn't tell anyone else, and prayed his 
cousin would keep his secret.

The reason Shawn had told his cousin in the first place was because he was sure 
he was gay also and hoped they could go further than just sucking each other 
off.  But now he wasn't so sure what his cousin really was like, for Craig, his 
cousin, had been avoiding him as much as possible.  He even once noticed Craig 
in the hall at school turning around and going another way just to avoid walking 
past him.

I was just sitting down in my seat in fourth hour when I found Craig's mind.  He 
was anxious about the test he was about to take, and that hampered my attempts 
to examine his sexual nature.

Craig was determined not to be gay.  He was scared of what it meant to be gay, 
scared of what his life would be like, and in all honesty wasn't entirely sure 
that he found guys more attractive than girls.  I used Eric's method of 
determining one's sexual preference, finding that he was too afraid to even look 
at guys or girls, deep down fearing he would end up looking at the guys.

I found that Craig missed his cousin, but feared finding the truth out even 
more.  I kept a lock on his mind while I left him to take his test, then joined 
him at his table for lunch.

He was clearly disturbed by my sitting down next to him without having said a 
word.  I couldn't help smile when he looked over at me, which only upset him 
even more.

"Your name is Craig, right?" I finally said to break the ice.

"Huh?  Uhm, yeah..  You're... uhm,  Tim?"

"Yeah," I said, more astonished than he was at having known my name.

"How did you.." we both said at the same time, then shared in a laugh.

"Everyone knows who you are," he said in a hushed voice.

"They do?" I said, honestly surprised.

"Yeah," he said, avoiding my eyes.  "After you and that other guy, uhm, Joey, 
got kidnapped, your pictures were on the news every night for a month."

"Oh.." I said, checking out a few other people's minds around us and finding 
they also knew who I was.

"So..."  Craig prompted, bringing my mind back to my own head.

"So, what?  Oh... Let's just say I know your name through your cousin, but he 
doesn't know I'm here talking to you."

"You're a friend of Shawn?" Craig said, getting suspicious and a bit nervous.

"No, not really.  I just met him an hour ago, and I've never spoken to him.  
Don't worry about that though.  I just wanted you to know that I know what 
you're going through and you're worried about nothing."

Craig sat there a moment trying to decide what the hell I was talking about 
while he ignored the possibility I knew about his confusion for his sexuality.

So to clear all doubt from his whirling mind, I said, "You're not gay, Craig."

His face went white as his eyes showed is alarm, but other than glancing to see 
if anyone had heard, he didn't move or make a sound.

After a few moments of absolute silence between us, Craig asked, "Shawn told 
you?"

"Not exactly, no."

He was starting to feel panicky, and I felt bad about bringing this down on him 
like that right after a stressful test.

"Hey.  It's cool, Craig.  I'm sorry if I'm rattling ya.  It's just that last 
week I was sort of going through the same thing you are right now, and I thought 
you'd like talk about it.  If you want, we can go somewhere private to talk, or 
I can just go away. I won't say anything to anyone either way."

Although it wasn't verbal, his answer was immediate, and I simply nodded my 
head, got up and walked away.

Two days later, Shawn noticed me in the hall again, but this time he called me 
over to him.

"Yeah?" I asked, feeling his curiosity and concern on the rise.

"You know my cousin, Craig, right?"

"No, not really," I said, then grinned a moment for realizing I had said the 
exact same thing to Craig.

"Didn't you eat lunch with him one day?" Shawn asked, a little uncertain.

"Yeah," I said.  "Or at least I started to."

"So...  What did you talk about?" Shawn said nervously.

"I promised I wouldn't say.  But I think you already know what we talked about."

"He thinks I sent you to...  Anyway, he's mad at me, and it's your fault."

"Sorry," I said, not sounding it.  "I offered to talk about his problem, but he 
refused my help.  That's all I did."

"How do you know anything about his so-called problem?" Shawn said angrily.  "He 
said he had never even spoken to you before.  And since I sure as hell didn't 
tell you anything about him, where do you get off with him having a problem?"

"Hey," Eric said as he walked up to us.

"Eric," I said pleased and excitedly.  "Your timing is perfect.  Eric, this is 
Shawn.  Shawn, Eric."

I stood there grinning as they both unconsciously gave each over the once over 
before realizing what the other's eyes were doing.  Eric looked up at me with a 
raised eyebrow, reminding me of Joey's Mr. Spock imitation.  But before that 
reminder could cause me any discomfort, I diverted my attention to the situation 
at hand.

"Uhm, I've got to be getting to class," Shawn said before hurrying away.

"Tim, what's going on?" Eric asked after watching Shawn disappear around the 
corner. 

"Shawn needs a friend to help him adjust, Eric," I said in a soft voice.  "I 
thought you'd like to be that friend."

Eric turned around with a look of concern, then peered deeply in my eyes and 
asked, "Why did you think that?"

"Oh, come on Eric.  We both know you miss having James around to talk with.  I 
love you, and I'm not trying to get rid of you.  I want you to be happy, and 
when I found Shawn checking me out like you check other guys out, I though that 
maybe you and he could be friends."

"When you say friends.."

"I mean just friends."

"What if it went beyond that?"

"What if it did?  What difference does it make if I have sex with a girl tonight 
or you had sex with another guy tonight?  I know you love me, and you know I 
love you.  As far as I'm concerned, you can have sex with anyone you like as 
long as you're careful who it is and care about them."

The bell rang at that moment, but we both ignored it as Eric entered my space.

"Does this mean you still like me enough to have me fuck your sexy ass?" Eric 
said with a husky voice.

"You can fuck my ass any time you feel like it," I said, moving into position 
for a kiss.

"Good," Eric said, suddenly stepping out of my space and turning to walk away.

"Fuck," I said, realizing he had been teasing me. 

I watched him go around the same corner Shawn had, catching the grin on his 
face, and feeling him relax his hold on his own excitement a moment later.  If I 
had wished to, I could have followed him and would not have had any trouble 
convincing him to finish what he had suggested.  But for the first time in 
months, I felt horny for something else.

When I arrived at the girls locker room, the twenty five girls were already 
lined up and waiting for me to choose.  I narrowed it down to three of them 
fairly quickly, then the four of us went into the showers to have a little fun 
while the rest went on to their gym class.

I love how the water makes a girl's skin look so shiny, so slick.  But despite 
my arousal from the sight of the three good looking nude girls giving me quite a 
show in the showers, it just wasn't enough; something was missing.  It took me a 
few minutes to realize what that was. 

It simply wasn't any fun without Joey.

I strongly considered inviting him down to enjoy the show, but I knew that 
wouldn't have worked.  He and I couldn't even be in the same room together 
without one of us making some kind of remark that would flare the temper of the 
other.  I was just as guilty as he was at shooting the first shot in what was 
becoming our own personal insult war.  I guess you can only take so much crap 
from someone before you start throwing some of it back.

Brad probably would have loved to have a chance at fucking those three in a row, 
but that wasn't what I had in mind.  I mean, yeah, I knew I'd probably end up 
fucking one or all of them, but it would have to be up to the girls.  Even if 
they were in a dream state, they wouldn't just fuck without truly wanting to.  
And besides, Brad was still mad at me for freeing Sandi.

After spending about ten minutes scanning John and a few others who knew of my 
abilities, I contacted John and found him very acceptable to the idea.

John was rather nervous about going into the girls locker room, and I basically 
had to open the door and invite him in just to get him in there.

"Oh man," John said excitedly.  "I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed of 
doing this.  But I never thought I'd..  Thanks, Tim."

"Yeah, well, I'm sorry I never invited you before.  Joey and I used to do this a 
l    efore... you know."

He nodded silently just as we entered the showers, and I was about to ask if he 
was going to get undressed when he stopped in his tracks looking at the three 
girls showering before us.

"What's the matter?" I asked him when I saw the disappointment on his face.

"I... I know them.  I know all three of them," he said faintly.

"So?"

"I can't, Tim.  I'm sorry, but I can't do something like this to people I know.  
It's wrong.  I wouldn't ever be able to look at them without thinking about... 
God, they are beautiful.  Sexy and beautiful....  Look, I gotta get out of 
here.."

My mouth hung open as I searched for something to say while he hurried back the 
way he had come in.  I was still trying to think of something to convince him to 
stay when the door clicked shut behind him on the other side of the locker room.

When I turned around and looked at the girls, I saw them in a different light 
than before.  I shivered as I realized that I too knew them, and John was right 
about it not feeling right.  They were people who I knew, people who were my 
peers, not some toys I could borrow for a while and return them to their proper 
place later.  Perhaps if they were complete strangers it would be different, but 
without that anonymous factor I knew I couldn't go through with it.

Once they were back in their clothes, I sent them to join the others in their 
gym class.  I was discouraged, yet had a sense of having done something right, 
so for once I left to go to my class without having been satisfied.

The next day, Shawn entered the boys room while I was taking a pee and before I 
was finished, he said, "What do you want from me?
"Huh?" I said as I felt his stress hit me.  Out of habit, I only shook it before 
turning around and saying "What makes you think I want anything from you?"

"You..." he started, then momentarily glanced down at my cock before I 
remembered to put it away.  

"Look!" he said angrily.  "Don't fuck around with me anymore!  I don't know what 
you think you know about me, but I'm not going to let you tell everyone I'm..."

I locked my eyes on his and opened an empathic connection before saying, "I'm 
not going to tell anyone, Shawn.  You see, I noticed you checking me out like 
Eric does, and I thought you and Eric could be friends.  I never meant to invade 
your privacy.  I just thought you and Craig would like to know people who went 
through the same things that you're going through."

His expression had lost its desperate look, but his eyes still contained some 
fear as he considered my sincere words. 

So I added softly, "Relax.  Eric and I are lovers.  That's why you don't have 
any reason to fear us telling anyone you're gay."

Shawn blinked at my revelation, then opened his mouth to say something but was 
interrupted by a freshman entering the bathroom.

I nodded my head towards the door, then followed Shawn out into the hall.  There 
was only a minute left before the bell, so we quickly arranged to meet by the 
main entrance after school.  We parted with the understanding that if Shawn 
chose not to show up there would be no hard feelings and I wouldn't say a word 
to anyone.

Eric seemed to take the news with a grain of salt when I informed him of what 
had happened.  He didn't like the fact that I was trying to find him a "gay 
friend," and after he said it like that, I could feel how strongly that 
distinction between us bothered him.  He was gay, I was bi.  But what could we 
do about it?

Yet Eric did join me at the front entrance after school, and even though he was 
still a little upset about it, he didn't let it show.

We just stood against the wall talking about school stuff, mostly the upcoming 
student elections and Suzi's candidacy for class president.  We of course were 
planning to help her get elected, but we had different ideas of how we would 
help.

"I can't just blanket the whole school like that, Eric!" I said.  "That wouldn't 
be fair, not to mention totally dishonest.  Suzi would hit the roof if she heard 
you suggest that."

"What?  You'd take the risk of letting Barney Whitman be class president your 
Senior year?"

"Huh?  What's wrong with Barney?"

"He's a bigot, that's what's wrong."

"A bigot!" I said, breaking out in a laugh.

"You heard me.  He's all the time calling people queer, and.."

"Eric.." I said, looking him in the eyes with a big old grin.  "Barney also 
calls people bitch, pussy, cock-sucker, and everything else.  He's dirty 
mouthed, but he doesn't really mean anything by it.  It's just the way he 
talks."

"So... Are you saying that you'd rather have him than Suzi for class president?"

"No.  It's just that it wouldn't be the end of the world if he did.  And 
besides...  Suzi has something that Barney doesn't have."

"What?  Boobs?...  Oh.. You mean us..."

"Nope," I said with another grin.  "Suzi has the best adviser she could ever 
get.  Someone who practically ran the place for three years, even though they 
weren't even class president."

"Oh... You mean that LeAnne chick...  Wait. I thought you said she was going to 
school in California?"

"She is, but she's coachin' Suzi over the phone and stuff.  LeAnne really knows 
her school politics.  Suzi's going to be leading the pep rally this Friday, 
she's the head of the Junior Prom decorating committee, and... you can't tell 
anyone, but I kind of overheard some plans to use the west parking lot for an 
indoor pool."

"A pool?!" Eric exclaimed.  "Cool!"

"It isn't as cool as you think, Eric.  I was walking out to my car when it hit 
me that my car would have been at the bottom of the pool if I parked there in 
two years.  Starting next year, only Seniors would be allowed to park on 
campus."

"That sucks.  But still...  I mean, we'd have a pool.."

"Yeah.  A pool that the whole district would have to share.  A pool that only 
those who take a swimming class or are on the swimming team could use.  A pool 
that most of the current underclassmen would never get to use, but cost them 
their parking places their junior and sophomore years.  So I told Suzi about it 
thinking she might be able to use it to help get the underclassmen's votes."

"Wow..  That _was_ a good idea..." he said before letting out a rather unhappy 
sigh.

"What's the matter, Eric?" I said, feeling him struggle to keep his mood aloft.  
"You can always swim over at my place."

"Huh?  Oh.  I don't really care about the school's pool...  I had just hoped 
that I could think of something really cool that would help her, but you already  
found something that I couldn't possibly top.  Not that I'm trying to top you or 
anything.  I'm just...  just...  not special like you."

"I think you're special," I said softly without looking at him.

"Yeah, well, you're just blinded by my good looks and magnetic personality," 
Eric joked.

"Shit," I scoffed before turning to took at him.

I was startled to find his words had some truth to them, although not the way he 
had meant.  I studied Eric's profile and his soft open face for several minutes 
before he noticed, then we both blushed after our eyes met for an instant.  By 
that time we were sitting on the floor alone, and for a while we just sat there 
quietly enjoying each other's presence while basking in each other's glow.

"How long are we gonna wait?" Eric finally said.

"Hmm..  I think we've given him enough time.  Even if he had to take a really 
long dump he should have made it here by now.  Come on, lover.  Let's go 
swimming in a pool already built."

"Yeah.  And one that doesn't require bathing suits..." Eric added with a sly 
grin.

Eric and I were half way out to the car when we heard someone calling our names, 
then I was pleasantly surprised to find both Shawn and Craig running to catch up 
with us.

"Sorry," Shawn said gasping.  "I wanted Craig to come with me, but he, uhm.."

"I'm not gay, so don't try anything," Craig blurted out in a nervous and out of 
breath voice.

"Let's get one thing straight," I said after Eric snorted his disapproval.  
"Nobody is gonna start anything with anyone.  All we're gonna do is talk.  And 
for your information, I'm not the least bit interested in either of you two."

"What about.. him?" Craig said, indicating Eric.

"_I_ am not interested in you either," Eric replied.

"Oh.. Well, good then," Craig said unconvincingly.

"Uhm, if we're going to talk," Shawn said hesitantly, "can we go someplace where 
we can sit down?"

"How about that new McDonalds?" Eric suggested to me.

"That's kind of.. public, isn't it?" Shawn said with just a hint of alarm in his 
voice.

"Do you know of a better place?" Eric asked a little annoyed.

"Eric and I were going to go swimming at my place before you guys finally showed 
up.  It's about as private as you can get, but it's a good twenty minute drive 
from here."

"I'd have to call home first," Shawn said while looking at Craig for his 
reaction.

"It's kind of cool outside today to go swimming," Craig complained.

"That's okay.  It's an indoor pool, and it's heated," I said patiently.

"But what about swim suits?  I don't have a pair big enough for me anymore."

"Then don't use any," Eric said.

"You can borrow one of mine," I said, giving Eric a warning look.

"Come on, Craig," Shawn pleaded.  "Think about it.  It's an indoor pool, and no 
one to yell at us or annoy us.  Remember that pool at the hotel?"

"Yeah," he said with a little smirk.  "Okay, I guess.  But I'm just going 
because Shawn wants me to, not because I need to talk about anything."

Eric's mood worsened during the drive home, partially because I hadn't let him 
drive, but for the most part he was just not happy with the company.

Eric had grumpy moments like everyone else, but this was different.  He seemed 
to be taking offense to everything the other two said, and his sarcastic 
comments made Craig and Shawn extremely edgy about what they would say next.

By the time we got there, we all were glad to get out of the car.  Eric didn't 
say another word as he went right up the steps ahead of us and disappeared 
inside.  Shawn visibly relaxed a little, and then Craig said, "Maybe this wasn't 
such a great idea."

"I'm sorry about Eric, guys.  He's not usually like this," I said, leading them 
in.

"Hey Tim!" Eric called from somewhere down the hall.  "The twins want to swim 
with us.  That's okay, right?"

"Yeah, that's cool," I replied.

"Don't worry about them," I said when I saw Shawn's frown.  "The twins don't 
talk, and they wouldn't care less about what we talked about anyway."

"What are they?  Two years old or something?" Craig asked.

"Nope.  Actually they just turned eighteen," I said as we reached the changing 
rooms.

I went over to the wardrobe, opened the swimming trunk draw and picked out one 
for me, then told them they could choose their own.  It was a little strange 
putting on swimming shorts before going swimming, having always just stripped 
and dived in.

"These suits are like new," Craig commented from his dressing cube.

"You're the first to wear them, so I guess they are," I said while trying to 
make the damn netting inside feel comfortable.

"Well, I'm ready," Shawn said opening his door.  "I'm just going to go jump in, 
okay?"

"Yeah, go ahead," I mumbled while trying to undo the knot in my shorts. "Shit, I 
knew I should have grabbed the velcro pair."

"Uhm, Tim?" Shawn said a minute later.  "Those twins are like, naked, and I 
think Eric is too.  Is that, like, normal?"

I opened my cubicle door while still trying to undo my knot and said, "To tell 
you the truth, yeah, it is.  That's why the suits are like new.  We never use 
'em.  There!  Got it!" I said triumphantly having pulled the knot out. 

"Hey!" Craig said coming back from peeking out at the twins.  "Are they your 
sisters or anything?"

"Not officially, no.  But I'm pretty close to them, why?"

"Oh, just wondering," he said before looking back around the corner at the 
twins.

"I think your cousin likes girls, don't you?" I said quietly to Shawn.

"Looks like it," he said with a distant look in his eyes.

"Uhm, since I doubt we could talk Eric in putting a suit on, would you guys be 
upset if I didn't wear one either?  The netting they put in these things bothers 
me."

"Whatever," Craig said without looking back.

"I guess that's okay," Shawn said purposely glancing away from my shorts.

I surprised Shawn by the speed of which I took them off, for he looked back over 
at me to say something but couldn't get it out from finding me already nude.  I 
ignored his long stare at my crotch as I tucked the insides of the suit back in 
and tossed them back in the drawer, but couldn't help but grin at him when he 
suddenly realized his own trunks had become a bit uncomfortable themselves and 
turned away sharply to hide his woody.

Craig didn't seem to notice how obvious his own lump was in his shorts as I led 
them out to the pool.  Even after Shawn and I dived in, he stood there grinning 
and talking to us completely oblivious to how his shorts were tented out.

"Are you going to swim, or just watch us do it?" Eric teased him.

"Yeah, Craig," Shawn said.  "Get in before your shorts have a permanent stretch 
mark in them."

Eric and Shawn laughed at his joke while Craig looked down and saw what he 
meant.

As his face started going red, I said, "Craig, come over here so you can meet 
the twins.  They like guys who aren't afraid to show their stuff."

"They do?" he said walking over.

"Yeah.  Craig, this is Joy," I said, indicating the twin on my left, then put my 
arm around Honey's back and said, "and this is Honey."

"Hi," Craig sheepishly said.  "Uhm I just want you to know you two must be the 
hottest pair of, uhm, twins on the planet.  Or at least in my book you are."

The twins smiles caused him another blushing fit, then he suddenly leapt over 
our heads into the pool with a shout. 

I got a kick out of watching Craig acting like he was a five year old around the 
twins.  Once he had gotten some confidence, he was constantly asking them to 
watch him as he did another trick or dive.

I'm not quite sure what helped Eric's mood out more, Craig's juvenile antics or 
the fun we were all having doing fancy dives off the diving board or making new 
and funny ways to slide down the water slide.  And I have to admit, I was really 
enjoying just being one of the guys, one of those teenager things I hadn't 
realized I had been missing until then.

We were just sitting around on the steps in the pool resting when Craig decided 
he would prove to the twins how fearless he was.  He suddenly dived under the 
water, then a few moments later he popped back up with a big grin.

"What was that about?" Shawn asked.

"Oh, nothing," he said as his shorts floated to the surface.

Eric cried, "Way to go Craig!" before the twins began moving towards Craig, 
making Craig's smile disappear. 

"Whoa!" Eric whooped when my two sexy unofficial sisters kissed him on his 
cheeks, then we all laughed when Craig lost his balance and fell away backwards 
in the water from his knees giving out.

Eric got out to give the slide another go, and that's when I caught Shawn 
checking out Eric's equipment close up.  When Eric reached the ladder, Shawn 
turned towards me, then realized I had seen what he had been looking at and 
started blushing himself.

Without saying a word, I got out of the pool and slowly made my way to follow 
Eric up the ladder, making sure Shawn got another eye full of my own equipment.

The waterslide was only about twelve feet tall, but it was somewhat isolated 
since the top half was a tunnel like tube.  When I reached the top, I found Eric 
there waiting for me, then accepted his invitation to slide down with him.

We did that three or four times more before I had a call of nature, so I ran off 
to the john leaving Eric to join in the other's game of Marco Polo.

When I returned, however, I found Eric sitting on the edge of the pool talking 
to the two cousins with the twins nowhere to be seen.  I was about to ask where 
they had went when Eric spread his legs a little wider as to give them both a 
better view.

"..I'll be longer than my dad, but not as big around.  I think Tim's is still 
longer, but I'm definitely bigger around now.  Aren't I Tim?"

"Suzi thinks you are, and I guess she should know," I said walking down the 
steps of the shallow end.

"Hey, I thought you were gay?" Craig said.

"I am most of the time," Eric said releasing his hardening dick and leaning back 
on his hands to show off.  "But Tim and Suzi talked me into losing my virginity 
on her, so once in a while I get turned on by a girl.  There's no rule saying I 
have to always want sex with a guy, is there?"

"No, I guess not," Craig said glancing at his cousin.

"Have you ever been turned on by a girl Shawn?" I asked.

"I guess so," he said glancing over at me, then looked a Craig a moment before 
returning to watch Eric's dick bob up and down with his pulse.  "When Craig 
first showed me his skin magazines, I liked looking at them as much as he did.  
It wasn't until after we showed each other our stuff while we were hard that I 
started thinking about guys like that."

"Shit, Eric," I said watching him pulse his meat without touching it.  "If you 
don't stop making that thing bulge like that, you're gonna drive someone nuts 
with frustration."

Eric grinned at me, then after giving himself a couple of good quick jerks, he 
slipped back into the pool and submerged below the surface.

The twins returned while Eric was making sure everyone in the pool had gotten a 
hard on from his show, and I quickly worked out that the twins had simply gone 
to the bathroom themselves, they having had a call of nature of their own.

Before getting back in, the girls asked me in their empathic way of 
communicating if they could 'play' with Craig or not.  I sent back my okay once 
I felt out their intentions, then turned when Eric had suddenly whooped and 
found Shawn walking to the slide butt naked.

"Well, this should get interesting," I said to no one as Eric got out to follow 
Shawn up the ladder.

"Come on, Tim," Eric called when he reached the base of the ladder.  "We can do 
a three person train now."

I complied with his request, but we ended up having to do another two man train 
down the slide when Shawn didn't wait, and then he decided he was too tired to 
go up the ladder again.  

I realized I was thirsty, and after mentioning it to the others, I went over to 
the bar in the corner and announced the bar was open.

Somehow Craig had managed to hold off the twins since their return, but he 
instantly sought refuge in joining us at the bar.

"I can't believe you live here," Shawn said as I poured his soda from the soda 
fountain.  "I mean, you have an indoor pool with what looks like a full service 
bar along side it.  Your house is more like a hotel than a house."

"Yeah," Craig added. "But there's nobody watching you to make sure you don't do 
something they don't like or anything.  Speaking of which, could I have 
something a little...  stronger to drink instead?"

"Don't do it, Tim," Shawn said seriously.  "Last time he talked someone into 
giving him a couple of beers, he wouldn't stop until he was drunk and then he 
got busted by his dad."

"Oh come on, Shawn.  I won't drink too much this time, I promise."

"Yeah, that's what you said last time."

"How about this," I interrupted before Craig could respond.  "If you guys are 
over on a Saturday sometime and Craig wants a beer then, we'll let him prove to 
us he knows when to say when.  That way, if he screws up, he can just spend the 
night and sleep it off before he has to go home.  But until then, let's just 
skip the strong stuff, okay Craig?"

"Yeah, okay," he said, trying to keep his excitement from showing.

"Well, I want my beer now, please," Eric said.

"Sure thing, mister.  Comin' right up," I said in my bartender voice while 
grabbing a glass mug and pulling a cold one from the fridge under the counter.

"Hey!  How come he gets a beer?" Craig objected while watching me pour the dark 
gold liquid from the bottle.

"You want one of these?" I said.  "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure!" Craig said, watching Eric take several big gulps then wipe the 
foam off his mouth.

"Okay.  I guess you can't get drunk from just one of these," I said pulling 
another out.  "How about you Shawn?"

"Uhh, no thanks," he said with a confused frown.

"Yeah, now that's more like it," Craig said as I poured his into a mug.

I kept a straight face as Craig brought his mug up to his lips and took two big 
gulps.

Eric's snickering started the moment Craig's eyes went wide, then as Craig made 
a horrible face, Shawn took a whiff of Eric's and said, "Hah!"

"APPLE JUICE!" Craig cried.  "I HATE APPLE JUICE!"

"Mind if I finish your beer cous?" Shawn said laughing.

"Sure, cous.." Craig said before wickedly dumping it over his head.

"You fucker," Shawn said while grabbing Eric's half empty mug and returning 
fire.

"Shit!" Craig said finding himself smelling like apples. "What are you smiling 
at!" he then said to me.  "This is all your fault!"

"Ack!" was all I could say before my face was showered by Shawn's soda.  But 
after I had swallowed the mouthful I had received, I recognized Eric's cackle 
and said, "I wasn't the one who called it a beer, now was I?"

"Hey, now wait a..." Eric said before I shot him in face with the fountain.

"No fair!" Eric complained immediately.  "Who am I gonna...  Oh wait.  Quick, 
give me another apple juice."

I handed it to him carefully just in case he planned to use it on me, then 
watched him shake the bottle of carbonated apple juice up before he said, "Oh 
girls... I have a surprise for you!"

I almost said something, knowing his plan was doomed to fail since the girls 
would sense his intentions and inevitably make it backfire somehow.

"Watch this," I said to the cousins as Eric walked up to the apparently naive 
twins.

Just as Eric started to twist the top off with the opening pointed at the twins, 
the two beauties did what had to be the most impressive slow motion backwards 
dive.  It wasn't until Eric landed on the ground sputtering that I realized 
their feet had shoved the bottle against Eric's chest and he had gotten the full 
blast himself.

"You okay?" I said rushing up to him then helped him to his feet.

"Yeah, I guess," he said before wiping some juice from his brow.  "I'll be right 
back."

Eric took three steps forward then dived into the pool, then when I saw Joy 
start making her way for the steps, I knew he was out for revenge as much as to 
clean himself off.

"Jeronimo!" Craig whooped as he cannonballed into the pool to aid Eric.

No sooner did Craig hit the water did a "Cowabunga!" come from Shawn as he 
followed his cousin in.

Seeing the twins were now out numbered, I decided to even things up and dived in 
after them.  Eric had swam between Joy's legs, lifted her off her feet, and was 
setting up to launch her into the deep end when I surfaced, and before I could 
get to him, he succeeded in his plan. 

Eric barely had time to notice who it was before he found himself lifted off his 
feet, but the launch was scrubbed when Shawn came out of nowhere and knocked me 
off balance.

Eric and Shawn naturally teamed up to take me down, and I quickly found myself 
being lifted up by the pair of them. 

Joy was able to surprise them both just as they were getting ready to toss me, 
and after Shawn got over the shock of her having licked his manhood underwater, 
Eric and I were both surprised when he swam over to the ladder to get out.

"What's the matter, Shawn?" Eric called after him.  "She didn't mean anything by 
it."

"I'm not getting out because of that," he said as he reached the top and turned 
towards us, revealing his dick at full mast.  "I've just had a hardon so long 
that it hurts, you know?"

"Shit, Shawn!" Eric exclaimed.  "Your dick is...  gorgeous!"

"You really think so?" Shawn said watching Eric frantically make his way through 
the water towards him.  "It's not even as big as yours."

"So?" Eric said, lifting himself out and scrambling over to Shawn to get a close 
look.  "It's big enough, and it's so perfect!  It's curved, but it doesn't curve 
to a side, just upwards.  And it doesn't have any hair on the shaft!  It looks 
so.. so.. perfect!"

I had swam up to the edge just to get a better look myself, and wrapped my arm 
around Joy when she joined me, but then lowered it when her hand found my dick 
and I felt her plea to suck me.

I wondered where her sister was, and then realized Craig was missing also. I 
found his mind almost immediately, and then understood the reason for Joy's 
request.

"...is pretty cool too you know," Shawn said sitting down next to Eric.  "No.  
It's awesome, that's what it is.  I can't believe how.. how..  God, it is so 
sexy!  I don't know why you think mine is so great.  I mean, next to yours, it 
looks puny."

"Puny?  Dude, haven't you ever looked at the other guys in the shower?  You're 
definitely not puny.  Wow, do that again."

"I don't think I can," he said, carefully cupping his happy sack with his hand.

"Eric," I interrupted while helping Joy out of the pool.  "If you don't want to 
suck him off, I'll let Joy do it for you.  Otherwise I'll just go join Craig and 
let the twins have their fun with us."

"Oh.  Uhm, you can go join Craig," he said staring at Shawn's cock.  But then he 
looked up at Shawn and said, "Is that okay?"  Eric asked.

Shawn swallowed hard before saying loudly, "Yeah, that's uhm fine...  Can I..  
Touch yours though?"

Eric's response wasn't verbal, and since Joy and I were halfway to the changing 
room, I'm not sure how Eric gave his permission.  But obviously he had, for 
before I went around the corner, I looked back at them, finding Eric already 
between Shawn's legs while Shawn opened his mouth to get his first taste of 
Eric's monster dick.

As Joy started lowering me into the thoughtless state Craig was in in the next 
cubicle, I reached out with my mind and heart to feel Eric enjoying the gift I 
had given him, and then sighed feeling his remaining ache for James was finally 
starting to fade away.


++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip  - Proofread by Evil Eye 
Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
Part 7 - Vision of the Damned
(mf rape (sort of))

"I can't believe we're doing this," John said as we walked down the crowded and  
unfamiliar hallway.

"You want to go back to our school?" I said while my eyes gave a good lookin' 
brunette the once over.

"No way," John said staring at a girl bending over to fish something out of the 
bottom of her locker.  "Is it me?  Or are the girls here better looking than at 
our school?"

"A little of both, I think," I said while mentally inquiring on the location of 
the girl's locker room from the nearest girl.  "This way."

When we arrived at the locker room entrance, I actually had to grab John's arm 
to keep him from just walking in.

"I'm not ready yet," I said.  "I'm having a little trouble feeling everyone 
out."

"Huh?  Why?  You said you've done this lots of times."

"I have, but it always was at our school, and I knew the layout and the 
schedule.  Okay, I found the coach now, so just give me a minute."

We stood next to the entrance while I worked on blanketing all the girls inside 
with my new and improved dream state commands, discovering it harder than I 
thought since I didn't have Joey helping me.

I was just about finished when a blond with legs that wouldn't stop noticed us 
standing there and said, "Well, I haven't seen you before.  Where have you been 
hiding all my life, good lookin'?"

"I, uhm," John said glancing at me uncertainly.

"Not you," she said,  "Him."

"We've just never crossed paths before," I said ignoring John's embarrassment.  
"Cause if we had, I would have died a painful death if I hadn't asked you your 
name."

"Andrea," she said with sparking eyes.  "But my friends call me Andy."

"Andy, I'm Tim, and this is John, my bud."

"Well, I hate to make face and run, but I have to go change.  Maybe I'll see you 
later?" she said flashing me a inviting smile.

"You can count on it, Andrea," I said before grinning at John.

It only took me another minute to finish, and then I said, "Okay, John.  Let's 
go tit hopping!"

"Fuckin' grade A, man!" John said when we got our first look at the line up.  
"I'm going to go nuts trying to pick just one out of these."

"Well then pick two or three.  I've already made my pick, so I'll let you decide 
who stays and who goes.  You know the rules, right?"

"Yeah, no popping cherries, and if they say they don't want to, I'm not to try 
and talk them into it.  But can I take them all in the shower before I start 
weeding them out?"

"You can do whatever you want," I said stopping in front of Andy and taking in 
beauty of her playboy centerfold body.

"I have to admit you have one of the sexiest bodies I've ever seen," I said to 
her.  "And I keep getting this feeling from you that you want to see what I have 
in the good looks department too.  Am I wrong?"

Strangely enough, Andy kept silent which was completely the opposite reaction I 
had been expecting.  I had been sure she would have been just as forward in her 
dream state as she had been awake, but all I got from her was a growing feeling 
of submission driven by some kind of lust or desire.

"My, my..." I said, tracing the curve of her mature breasts with my finger, 
causing shivers and goose bumps to migrate all over her beautiful body.  "You 
certainly are full of surprises.  I bet you even have a lovely moan."

My empathic senses nearly caused my dick to explode from the intense burst of 
desire which had followed a flash of fear.  It was like nothing I had ever felt 
before.  I was certain she had enjoyed it as much as I had, so I decided I would 
let my empathic senses guide me to exploring this new pleasure.

I led her over to an area between two rows of lockers, then found her expecting 
me to force her to knees and threaten her with something she feared to make her 
give me a blow job.  

Normally I would have stopped right there and just look for someone else, but 
there was this strange feeling of her needing it while hinting at some untold 
pleasure as reward.

I hesitantly placed my hands on her shoulders, then applied pressure as I said, 
"Get on your knees, Andy."

Even though it had been more like a request than an order, she shivered as her 
fear began to grow.  I started to reconsider going through with it, but then I 
felt another surge of that promised lust come from her when she had complied.

I looked down at her frightened face, but instantly found the fear strangely 
unreal, almost as if she was forcing herself to be frightened rather than it 
naturally occurring.

"All right, bitch.  You see that lump in my shorts?  That has your next meal 
inside it.  So unless you want to.. er.. have something really nasty happen to 
ya, you better get busy."

My not too convincing threat worked all the same, and I admit her whimper and 
sob gave my woody an extra push as she pulled my shorts down and opened her 
mouth to engulf it.

As she worked her pretty lips and tongue up and down my shaft, we both began 
losing ourselves in the teasing surges of desire she was experiencing.  It was 
so strange how her fear grew along her own arousal, and at some point I must 
have related the fear with getting our promised reward.

Without realizing it, I took a hold of her head and began slowly humping her 
mouth, my actions being dictated by her strange empathic need.  When I had 
increased my speed to where I was causing her to gag, her hands came up to try 
and push me away. I didn't think twice about grabbing her arms to prevent her 
from stopping me, then got my first taste of that promised pleasure as she 
struggled to break away.

I forced her to the ground and humped her mouth as hard as I could while keeping 
her arms pinned and disabling her legs.  When my balls started to signal they 
were about ready to go, I slowed my speed down just like empathic signals were 
telling me to.

The sight of the fright and tears on her face just stimulated me even more, and 
once I removed my shirt with one hand, I got another rush from holding her down 
as she began to struggle violently underneath me.

I waited until she tired, then forced my tongue into her mouth and started 
exploring the terrified girl's tonsils.  Everything was as my empathic senses 
told me they were to be, Andy finding herself fighting against her increasing 
arousal as I raped her mouth as best I could.

When she bit my tongue in order to breathe, I gave her this smile that caused 
her to start crying.  But the moment she felt my cock pushing up against her 
front door, she shouted, "No!  Please, no.." while frantically attempting to get 
away.

She nearly succeeded too when her knee found my crotch, but I grabbed her leg as 
she got to her feet and then dragged her back down without any concern for if I 
was hurting her.

For some reason I felt the needed to say, "It's time to lose your cherry, 
bitch," which didn't make much sense since she wasn't a virgin.

She reacted like it had been a death sentence, and after a small frantic 
struggle, I found her losing her strength as her terror and arousal overcame her 
ability to fight.

When I plunged my cock into her dripping wet passage, she jerked like it had 
hurt, but then shuddered with pleasure and involuntarily flexed her vaginal 
muscles as I withdrew.

"You're a slut but don't know it," I said with spittle flying from my lips.  "I 
think you're going to love fucking me whenever I decide to use you."

Despite my words making her eyes go wide with more terror, she found herself 
being overcome by the pleasure my penetrations were causing her.  I found her 
arms' struggles growing weaker, and her expressions transforming from fear and 
pain to pleasure, then suddenly she gave out this most incredible moan I will 
never forget.

"Yes, you ARE a fucking slut!" I said as she started humping back with vigor.  I 
plunged my tongue into her mouth as she began to suck on mine, then bit her 
tongue out of cruelty and was rewarded with the return of her fear.

"Feel how helpless you are?  You can't even stop fucking me, can you?"

"NO!" she cried as tried to break away.  "Uhhh!"

With an incredible surge of strength, Andy flipped me onto my back, but instead 
of trying to get away, she started pumping even harder.

I quickly flipped her back on bottom, then moved myself down a little and parted 
her willing legs farther apart.

When she felt my warhead pressing up against her asshole, she snapped to her 
senses a moment and cried out as my cock burrowed into her rectum.  She pounded 
her fists against my shoulders and head as I ruthlessly fucked her tight ass, 
but again she started to weaken against her arousal, and suddenly she knew she 
could not escape becoming my mindless plaything.

She struggled for a few moments more, then gave up as her will weakened and 
began aiding my thrusts any way she could.

The last of her will faded away when I began nipping at her breasts and causing 
her to wriggle in pleasure and pain.  The moment I had broken her will, I found 
myself wanting even more.

As I switched back to her hot cunt and again plunged my tongue into her willing 
mouth, I made sure she knew everything I was doing as I entered her mind.

The incredible pleasure pushing me to erase her very mind and replace it with a 
mindless sex slave was beyond anything I had ever felt before.  And while Andy 
shook from the terror of having her mind slowly taken away, there was a new 
sensation entering the empathic link, one which seemed familiar to me, yet I 
wasn't sure why.

First I blocked all traces of her past life and friends from her conscious mind 
and replaced them with constructions of having fucked me since birth, then 
proceeded to deal with the trickier programming of her personality.  She no 
longer had a name, no longer had any life of her own, only the everlasting 
desire to serve me and to pleasure me as best as she could make her body 
perform.

As I was finishing my work and approaching what I expected to be the mother of 
all orgasms, the familiar empathic sense grew along with my impending release.  
The moment my dick started its first spasm, the world exploded into corruption 
around me as my empathic senses quadrupled in their sensitivity and clarity.

Below me was not the beautiful and attractive girl that had been there moments 
before.  The creature whom I was still pumping my seed deep into its insides was 
beyond disgusting or gross, it was evil, completely corrupted, and I was 
overwhelmed by the sense of whose evil it was.

"Tim!" a garbled voice cried from behind me.  "What the fuck are you doing?!"

It took me a few moments to realize the terribly malformed person before me was 
John, but just as that came to me, I noticed the army of mutants standing around 
behind him.

"What is wrong with you?" John's garbled voice said to me as I shrank away.  
"It's okay, it's only me.  Come on, Tim.  You're starting to scare me here."

"No.." I said weakly as I recognized the source of the evil which had mutated 
the entire gym class of girls behind him, making them stand there in a dream 
state waiting for someone to suggest something to them.  The source naturally 
being me...

"NO!" I said as I frantically began undoing the commands I had forced upon their 
innocent minds.  

John started to panic as the girls around him started coming out of their dream 
states, especially when a few of them screamed when they saw him.

"Tim!  What are you doing?!" he cried before deciding he had better get his 
clothes on and took off for where he had left them.

I wasn't paying attention to the havoc taking place around me, so I didn't 
notice a woman teacher coming in to investigate the screams and shouts.  Most of 
the girls had at least their underwear on by that time and several were trying 
to explain what had happened.

A couple of girls had John cornered in the shower, and once two other women had 
made sure all the girls were decently dressed, the principal and a few other 
male adults entered including two policemen.

Every person who I laid eyes on had horrible disfigurements to my empathic 
senses, but I knew immediately that they were not due to the evil of one or more 
telepaths, but the corruption due to life itself.

I was horrified by this realization, and as I finished undoing the damage I had 
done to Andy's mind, a feat which I could not have done without the aid of my 
corrupted vision, I was overcome by my own terror for the corruption around me.

I became frantic when I found myself trapped by those monsters, and after they 
prevented me from escaping their hold, I sunk down onto my knees then covered my 
head with my arms and tried to curl up inside myself.

As I rested like that, I found my overpowering empathic senses starting to fade.  
The moment I was able to think straight again, I snapped my head up, drawing the 
attention of the two policemen, another adult, and John who was sitting on a 
bench handcuffed ten feet away from me.

"How are you feeling, son?" the third man said walking up to me.

I feigned confusion as I assessed the situation, then with only a slight 
hesitation sent the men into dream land.

"You okay?" I asked John.

"I think so.  What about you?"

"I'm all right now.  Sorry if I scared you," I said while having his cuffs 
removed.

"What happened?  And why did you wake all the girls up?  Shit, we're in so much 
trouble," he said worriedly.

"I'll explain later about what happened, but I promise you we're not in 
trouble," I said as I started getting dressed.

It took some doing, but I managed to clear up the mess in a couple of hours, 
then to John's surprise I had Andy join us at the car.

I explained everything to him before we got in the car, and I didn't argue with 
him when he wanted to go home rather back to our school for the day.

Once I dropped him off, I spent several hours going through Andy's mind trying 
to find any trace of the tampering I knew there had to have been.  I gave up 
around four thirty that afternoon, then got myself prepared for what I knew 
would be the hardest thing I would ever have to do.

"Tim?" Margaret said surprised when she answered the door.  "It's nice to see 
you, but I'm not sure this is a good time for you too.."

"Grandma?  Can I have a sodie?" I heard Tommy say from inside the house.

"I'm really sorry, Margaret.  Uhm, this isn't going to be pretty.  Please, take 
Tommy in the car and go somewhere for a while.  I promise nobody is going to get 
hurt."

She was about to argue with me when she saw it in my eyes.  She glanced in the 
direction of Joey's room, then nodded her head and left the doorway to get her 
purse.

She didn't say a word as she and Tommy passed Andy who was just staring out into 
space.  I waited until she was on the main road heading for town before entering 
the house of my old friend.

"Hey mom?  What are we having for.." Joey said coming out of his room right as I 
turned the corner.

"WHAT the FUCK are you doing in MY HOUSE!" he spat.

"I take it Sarah is here?" I said walking past him towards his room.

"Joey, what's..  Oh," Sarah said coming out of his room.  "What are you doing 
here?"

"Do you have any idea what your brother has been doing behind your back?" I said 
with some anger in my voice.

"What are talking about?!" she said defensively.

"Where's mom and Tommy?" Joey said.

"They went shopping," I simply said as I noticed Gina's presence.  "Hello Gina."

"What do you want?" Sarah said.  "You better have a good reason for being here 
like this."

"Oh, I do," I said, giving Joey a look that told him I had him red handed.  "I'm 
here to stop a rapist."

"A rapist?!" Sarah said shocked.  "You don't mean.."

Joey snorted and walked past us to go back into his room, surprisingly catching 
hold of Gina's hand and leading her over to his bed to sit together.

"I'm sorry, Sarah," I said sincerely after absorbing that scene.  "Maybe you 
didn't have anything to do with it then."

"Tim, if you're accusing me of something, why don't you just fuckin' say it so 
we can all laugh at you and get it over with," Joey said.

"Fine," I said when I felt how comfortable he was of his situation.  "This 
morning, John and I went over to Oakpark High to sample the girls there.  One of 
the girls got really forward with me, but once I had her in a dream state, she 
was just the opposite, literally at the point of being submissive.

"As I was trying to get to know her better, I kept getting his strange feeling 
from her that she wanted me to force her to do things.  When I started playing 
out some of those feelings, I got caught up in it and ended up raping her before 
taking her mind completely.  But when I did, I felt something else.  Something I 
would have never suspected in a million years."

"Sounds like you're the rapist, not Joey," Sarah said.

"I was not in control of my actions, and I can prove to you it was not me who 
raped her first, but your brother."

"Bull shit!" Joey said.  "I haven't raped anyone.  You're just trying to get 
back at me for losing that race!"

"Then you won't mind if I bring in a witness," I said as I summoned Andy.

"Yeah, like you haven't planted memories in her head," he snorted. 

Joey didn't show any sign of recognition when Andrea came in the room, and while 
I was positive he was cloaking his true feelings and thoughts, for the first 
time I began to wonder if I could have been wrong.

As Sarah sorted through Andy's mind, Joey and I played glaring games with each 
other, my doubt growing when he emitted feelings of tenderness for Gina between 
    les.  I had been so sure he was using Gina for her telepathy when I saw them 
sit down, but now I wondered if there wasn't something more innocent going on.

"Well, all I can find is one Tim Brandton raping one Andrea Duffy," Sarah said 
finally.  "I can't find any signs of tampering or ever having met Joey, so I 
think you better start apologizing."

"I'm telling you she was raped before," I said caught slightly off balance.  
"Everything I did was caused by some kind of empathic memory...."

"Empathic memory?!?" Joey sneered.  "Oh, that's a good one.  Next thing you know 
he'll be blaming me for killing Kennedy, saying Kennedy's ghost told him so!"

"I think you've carried this far enough," Sarah said to me.  "You just can't 
admit you lost control and raped her yourself, so you're trying to blame it on 
Joey.  Aren't you?"

"No!" I said after pausing to consider it. "I felt someone else's evil within 
her, not mine!  It wasn't me!  It was someone else!  I swear I thought it felt 
like Joey, but maybe it wasn't.  I don't want it to be him, believe me.  You 
don't know how hard it was for me to even come over here!"

"Oh, now he's saying he didn't want to accuse me of being a rapist.  Well, you 
sure sounded like you wanted to.  Why don't you go home and let that faggot fuck 
you a while.  Or maybe you shouldn't.  I wouldn't want Eric getting raped by a 
sicko like you."

"You leave Eric out of this, you fucker," I growled at him.  "Sarah, please just 
help me find the memory someone has..."

"I thought your dad was the specialist," Joey sneered.  "Why don't you take her 
home to him and let him waste his time?  Shit.  Get the fuck out of my house 
before I do something we'll both regret."

"Sarah, please.  Something isn't right about all of this," I said scanning 
Andy's mind intensely.  "Andy came on to me before I ever even scanned her.  
Something about the way I was standing outside the locker room must have 
reminded.."

"That's IT!" Joey said getting up and coming full steam at me.  "YOU GET OUT OF 
MY HOUSE!"

I barely avoided getting body slammed by him, and had to dive for the floor when 
he grabbed his prize baseball bat and swung it as hard as he could at my gut.  
Then to my surprise, I found my mind under attack by the two women as Joey 
prepared to bash my head in from above.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" I screamed at them as I overrode 
Joey's arms and tossed the bat aside. "You try and enslave me while letting him 
beat me to pulp?!"

"LET ME GO!" Joey screamed as he frantically struggled to use his limp arms.  
"I'LL... I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!!"

"STOP TRYING TO ENSLAVE ME!" I shouted at them while commanding Joey's legs to 
lower him to the floor. 

"I knew you were unstable from the moment I first saw you," Sarah said.  "You're 
sick, twisted, and somehow you think you can convince me that Joey is just like 
you.  I'm going to make sure you never bother our family again..."

"What did I ever do to you to make you hate me?" I said with disgust.  "I lost 
my best friend because of you, twice!  Once while trying to find you, and then 
again when you released that monster he carries around in his head.  I don't 
know how, but I'm going to prove to you that I'm not the one you should be 
trying to take control of!  Now stop it before I have to.."

"What are you going to do?  Use your empathy on them?" Joey mocked.

"Yeah...  That's a great idea!" I said before detecting the first sensation of 
concern from him.

"Okay, Sarah.  Time for you to link with me instead of Gina, then experience 
Timmy's corrupto-vision first hand."

"Like you cou.." she said before I disabled her attack on my mind and issued the 
rest of the commands.

"No!  STOP!" Sarah said desperately.  "I won't believe anything that happens to 
me!  You hear me?!  I...  Oh my GOD!  What's happening?"

I was focusing everything I had into my empathic senses, the disturbing feeling 
growing slowly at first, then all of a sudden it expanded and overwhelmed me 
again.

Or I should say us.  I had never tried to simulate the images and sensations 
from my empathic horror show before, so I was somewhat surprised to find it had 
actually worked.  But then I wasn't really thinking of these things as Sarah and 
I looked at the creatures around us.  While the images and sensations we were 
experiencing were horrible and grotesque, the link somehow stabilized our 
emotional states to where we were able to function rationally.

When my eyes examined the others one by one, my suspicions of Joey's evil doings 
were confirmed by finding the same visible distortion within Gina as Andy.

I did miss the fact that Joey had countered my commands which had disabled him, 
and if Sarah hadn't noticed him raising the bat behind me, I would have surely 
been dead on its down stroke.

Once the hidden link between Gina and Joey had been broken, Sarah aided me in 
removing the incredible stealth programming Joey had used on her and Andy.  It 
was satisfying in a sense to feel as if we were on the same side finally, but 
that only lasted until I discovered her preparing to alter her brothers mind.

"No, Sarah," I said as I prevented her from continuing by breaking the share 
link.  "I won't let you make the same mistake I made.  Like it or not, this is 
the true Joey.  If you really care for him, let him be what he chooses to be.  
He will never forgive you if you don't.  Believe me.  I know."

Because of the argument we had afterwards, I didn't notice how my empathic 
senses hadn't returned to normal until I left the house.

All around me, everywhere I went, people young and old were littered with the 
scars and disfigurements of their corruption.  I realized something was very 
wrong with me when every attempt to return my empathic sensitivity back to 
normal not only failed, but increased the difficulty holding myself together 
afterwards.  I barely had enough sense to find my way to the North mansion for 
help, and only got as far as the garage before losing it from the sight of one 
of my father's slaves.

I experienced a living nightmare as I was carried by the undead minions of evil 
to their master and mistress.  The torment I must have put them through..  
Seeing their son senseless with fear, then realizing that      were the biggest 
source of that fear...

It took me several days to adjust to the hellish vision which I simply could not 
turn off.  The shock of seeing the monster which claimed to be Eric nearly sent 
me over the edge again, for I had convinced myself that Eric's loving soul would 
be free of disfigurement and wouldn't have a trace of corruption.

But Eric was almost as horrible as my parents and the slaves.  While I had never 
inserted controls into his mind, I had shared enough of my own corruption to 
scar him deeply and permanently to make him a monster beyond those I had seen on 
my way home.

And the twins...  I couldn't even recognize them.  Period.  To my over sensitive 
empathic senses, they weren't human at all, but some kind of alien or synthetic 
monsters who seemed to have this very distinct evil signature emitting from 
their beings.  It wasn't Joey's, mine or anyone else's I had felt before.  But 
yet it was slightly familiar...

The only reason I later knew it was the twins was from their own empathic 
abilities touching my own for a moment before they fled from my presence in deep 
sorrow.  I had the distinct feeling they believed I wasn't going to survive this 
empathic nightmare, and that was pretty hard to take.

I couldn't even find relief staying alone in the south mansion.  My own 
corruption seemed to be the greatest of all to my starved empathic senses, and 
if it hadn't been for my mother coming to check on me one day, I probably would 
have finished myself off with a hairdryer in the bath or something.

You see, when my mother appeared at my bedroom door, I felt something pure and 
uncorrupted within her.  It was the most beautiful and precious thing I had ever 
experienced, and I started crying happily as it came closer.

I found peace cuddling nude with my pregnant mother, and as I curled up in her 
arms, I gently touched the pure life form with my mind.  My brother, my unborn 
baby sibling was like an angel sent from heaven to help me.  Untouched by 
corruption, completely free from empathic disfigurement, I was drawn to the 
cleansing power of his soul.

I must have spent hours attempting to become the perfect being I thought he was.  
But in the end, the only resemblance between us was the fact we were both curled 
up in the fetal position while feeling the warmth and heartbeat of our mother.

I would have given anything to trade places with him, and told him so before 
sort of making it happen.  The two way only lasted a few moments, but the things 
which we had shared in that small amount of time gave me the strength to live 
through the hell around me for the next several weeks.

But this came with the price of permanently corrupting my unborn baby brother, 
his yet unorganized thoughts having grasped my desire to be within my mother's 
womb.  It was an unfortunate mistake on my part, and immediately regretted it 
when his pureness clouded and the beauty of his being faded away never to 
return.

I did not witness his birth, and this I will always regret.  And while my mother 
did not have any difficulty giving birth to Richie, he was an extremely troubled 
baby afterwards, probably because he was not in the one place he wished to be.  

I now know that the corruption I had focused on in my empathic visions were for 
the most part simply the scars of life on our souls.  I love my little brother, 
and while I wouldn't dream of denying any of life's corrupting experiences, I 
truly wish he hadn't figured out what a penis was for when he was two.  Life is 
best lived spread out through one's lifetime, but Richie has already fucked 
enough for three lifetimes, and he still has a couple of years to go before he 
enters puberty.

Oh God.. Richie going through puberty?!? Now that will truly be a living 
nightmare.

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