Storiesonline.net ------- Flights of Consciousness by Paul Phenomenon Copyright© 2002 by Paul Phenomenon ------- Description: A story or incest and the paranormal. What would a sixteen-year-old boy do if his consciousness could take flight and observe his loved ones at a distance? Would he become a voyeur and more, using his ability for prurient purposes, or would he use the gift to perform good deeds? Codes: MF FF mf ff mF Ff Mult slow ScFi teen cons inc mother son bro sis bi group exhib voy oral mastrb pett ------- ------- Chapter 1 A small, bright light appeared in front of David Stanley's eyes and slowly expanded. At the same time, the world around him started to fade, melting away into a black void until the light swallowed the dark abyss. His consciousness fell away from his body and became one with the light, or at least that's what he believed happened. On the other hand, he also believed he could be dying, but if he was the concept didn't seem to frighten him, which made him curious. That he could be curious led him to believe he still had a sense of self, that his ego was still intact. He also knew the light and his consciousness were without form or substance. He didn't know why he knew this fact. He just did. Suddenly the light seemed to hover, and a scene came into focus below the light. He recognized the room, a kitchen, and its occupant, his mother. The scene was fuzzy around the edges, and the colors were faded like the colors in a failing computer monitor. Obviously, the light containing his sense of self had vision, which confused him. Without form or substance, the light could have no eyes, but still it could see. It didn't have the benefit of sound, though, and he wondered if his ego carried any other senses during the trip. He watched his mother's lips moving as she spoke... no, he decided, she's not speaking; she's singing. Her hips swayed alluringly to a syncopated beat, and she twirled around, dancing to the sounds of music the bright light and David's ego couldn't hear. His mother had a wooden spoon in her hand, and for a few seconds she waved it like a conductor's baton, directing the music she was enjoying as she continued to sway to its beat. As she dipped the spoon into a pot on the stove to stir whatever she was cooking, the light started to fade, and the black void returned around the edges. He opened his eyes, and the world around him quickly came into focus. He still occupied a chair in Ms. Shannon's English class where he'd been when the episode began, but now the young teacher stood over him with a worried look. She'd been standing at the blackboard, David remembered, when the light started to form. Now she stood next to him. Time had elapsed during the event, he realized - another curious fact that meant little in his befuddled state. "Ah, David, you're back amongst us. Are you all right? You've had us worried." "Yes. What happened?" The pretty teacher shrugged, causing her perky breasts to sway, not unlike the sway of his mother's breasts as she danced during his... what? He tried to label the event, and although it didn't seem possible, he decided he'd had an out-of-body experience. "Can you stand up?" "Of course." "Well?" David pushed himself to his feet with ease. "Walk with me. You need to see the school nurse." "No, I'm fine, Ms. Shannon," David said and sat back down. He blushed, feeling extremely embarrassed to be the focus of everyone's attention. "You're not fine. You suddenly slumped on your chair, and if Tim hadn't caught you, you'd have fallen to the floor." Tim Darlington, a classmate and friend, occupied the chair to his right. "You were completely unconscious. Come with me, David," she said and turned to Ellen Farley at the front of the class. "Ellen, take charge." Then she announced to the rest of the class, "Read the short story on page ninety-two of your book." The class groaned. "It's only three pages long. I'll give a short quiz on the story at the end of the class." The groans increased in volume as David followed Ms. Shannon out of the classroom. An hour later, Carol Stanley, the boy's worried mother, picked him up at the school. She queried him as she drove toward their home. "Should I take you to a doctor, Son?" she asked. "No, I'm fine, Mom, really." "But Ms. Shannon said you passed out in class, and the nurse thinks you might have had a seizure, or a stroke, or something." The teenager had not told the school nurse about his vision. Intuitively, he'd felt she wouldn't believe him. Heck, he could hardly believe it himself, and he'd experienced it. Should he tell his mother? He needed to talk with someone about what happened. "I didn't have a seizure or stroke, Mom. I think I had an out-of-body experience." He went on to explain in detail what had happened and the vision he'd seen, and as he described the kitchen scene, he watched his mother's eyes widen with shock. "What was I wearing?" "Cut-off jeans and a red blouse, though the color of the blouse was faded. All the colors seemed washed out to me." He'd seen the blouse on her before and knew it was brighter in reality than it had been during his vision. She gasped! "Son! When I received the call from the school nurse, I hurried and threw on this dress. I couldn't come to the school in cut-off jeans and my old, red blouse. Fifteen minutes before the call, I was making spaghetti sauce and singing along with the radio!" Stunned, David sucked in air. "You're kidding! I thought my mind was making something up, sort of like a dream." What he'd seen during the event had been real! Amazing! Instead of frightening him, this new knowledge exhilarated him. "What song was playing?" "I don't know. I could see but couldn't hear." Strange. More than strange, he thought. As he pondered what happened, fear replaced the euphoria he'd first experienced when he discovered he'd actually watched his mother from a distance. "No doctors, Mom. I don't want to become a lab rat." She shook her head. "You might be right. Still..." "Uh-uh. No doctors. I'm fine. Mostly, I'm embarrassed." She reached and squeezed his hand. "Okay, no doctors for now, but if it happens again..." "What kind of doctor would you take me to - a neurologist, an internist? Maybe a psychiatrist? If it happens again, I still won't admit any out-of-body experience to anyone but you, Mom, so you'd be wasting your time and mine." ------- Carol Stanley was worried. She'd married young and gave birth to David a year after her wedding day. Then Darla came along about a year later. Five years later, her husband was killed in an automobile accident. The proceeds from life insurance policies helped, but she had to find work to make ends meet. She discovered she had a knack for selling and soon established her own business as a manufacturer's representative. The business allowed her to work out of her home and care for her children. After a reasonable time, she'd tried dating but had failed to find love again. Following a few disappointing excursions into romance, she'd backed away from the frenzied dating scene. She met men in the course of her business, and she traveled to trade shows periodically, giving her ample opportunities for sex on her terms. If love came around again, she'd be happy, but she was happy anyway. She'd quit frantically searching for love from a man and gave all her love to her children. Both her children were good students and rarely gave her serious trouble. Oh, sometimes she wanted to strangle them, usually when they fought with each other like cats and dogs, but for the most part, she was proud of them, proud of their maturity and good sense, and proud of their appearance - David was a tall, handsome boy, and Darla was cute and all girl. Then David had his first out-of-body event, and her life changed. She had a son with an unusual ability - or curse. She couldn't decide which. This morning, David had arrived for breakfast, looking shamefaced and refusing to look her in the eye. He's feeling guilty about something, she assumed. When she queried him, he mumbled and refused to discuss his problem, whatever it was, which was unlike him. Then Darla bounced bright-eyed and enthusiastic into the kitchen, and David made some cutting remark, which set Darla off, and soon the siblings were bickering. Situation normal. Almost normal. Her son still refused to look directly at her. Why me, she asked herself. Why is he reacting differently toward me? A horn honked, and Darla jumped up. "That's my ride. I'll be late coming home from school this afternoon, Mom, gymnastic practice and tryouts." "All right. Good luck, sweetheart. I hope you make the team." Darla had always been the athlete in the family. David was interested in math and science, not sports, but he wasn't what the kids called a nerd. With broad shoulders and a deep chest, he excelled in swimming, and always made the swim team. When Darla rushed from the house, Carol turned to her son. He blushed and studiously studied the tabletop, and she wondered if he'd had another out-of-body episode. The first time his consciousness took flight, David had been fourteen years old. Another year went by before his second out-of-body experience gripped his consciousness. Like the first one, Carol had been the subject of the scene he'd witnessed. She'd been seated in a restaurant with a friend having lunch that day, and he described the scene perfectly when she talked with him later. When he lapsed unconsciousness the second time, David had been in a friend's home. The second trip lasted longer, about a half hour, so when he woke up a paramedic was bending over him. His friend's mother had become frantic when she couldn't revive him and had called an ambulance. While he was in the hospital, Carol insisted on a battery of tests designed to detect seizures or strokes, but the doctors found nothing. Like the first time, the boy had declined to tell anyone about the visions. If the events had remained at only one per year, Carol wouldn't have been so worried. But the incidents had increased in frequency. During the last month they'd arrived about once a week, and she'd been the subject of all of his visions. David didn't appear guilty when he went up to bed last night, she thought. So whatever happened took place between now and then. Suddenly, she blushed. He watched me! Saw me last night! She swallowed the excess saliva that had suddenly filled her mouth. "You had another event, didn't you, David?" He nodded, but wouldn't look at her. "When?" "Last night." "Let me guess. It was about ten o'clock. Right?" He flushed and nodded sheepishly. "Damn it! Double damn it!" She plunked herself on the chair next to him and took his hand in both of hers. "I'm sorry, Mom." "Oh, it's not your fault, David. I know you have no control over those mental trips of yours, but damn it, I can't go through life worrying whether my privacy is being invaded or not. If you keep having these events, you need to learn how to control them." She chuckled. "Though I suspect even if you could control the length of your trips, you would've dallied to watch me last night." "No, I'd have left you to your privacy." Grinning widely, she said, "Liar. Well, what did you think of your old mom? Was I sexy?" "Yeah." Another sheepish expression. "Look at me, Son." He raised his eyes, but then lowered them again. "Yes, I masturbate. I'm a normal, healthy woman, Son, and my only sexual outlet is masturbation, though from now on, I'll do it under the sheets, not on top. I know you play with yourself, too. After all, I do the laundry. And it's my guess, you do it more than I." "Probably," he muttered. "Did seeing me excite or repel you?" He raised his eyes again. "Mom, watching you last night was the sexiest thing that's ever happened to me. It was strange though. While watching you, I felt extremely excited, but when I reentered my body, I was... well, I was soft." Carol chuckled. "Not for long, I bet." David laughed. "No, not for long. I suspect my sheets will need to be laundered today." He glanced up at the clock. "I need to run, or I'll be late. May we talk some more about this tonight?" "Of course." After making her morning business calls, Carol stripped down and hopped in the shower. As she dried herself with a fluffy towel, she wondered if her son was hovering over her at that moment. Curiously, the thought excited her. Looking up, she winked. She reached and pinched first one baby-chewed nipple and then the other. Gazing at herself in the mirror, she said out loud, "Not bad for a thirty-seven-year-old woman with two teenaged kids." Her breasts were still perky. Oh, they sagged a bit, but not much, and she still had the same measurements she'd had when she married, except her hips had widened a little. David had obviously liked what he'd seen. He'd admitted to jacking off after reentering his body. Naked, she strolled from her bedroom to his. Pulling down the covers, she inspected the sheet by running her fingers over the surface. Yes, she felt the crusted blotches of his semen. She groaned inwardly and felt twinges of arousal center in her pussy. Was he watching now? Not likely. The events seemed to happen once a week, not every day, not yet, at least. Rolling over onto his bed, she raised her knees and splayed her legs. One hand went to her pussy, the other to a breast, and she fondled both. Closing her eyes, she pictured her son stretched out on the bed last night as she was lying on it now. In her mind's eye, she could see his cock, long and hard in his stroking fist. Her fingers reached inside her vagina and scooped up some of her natural lubricant, and as her fingers rolled around her clitoris, her imagination gave her a view of her son's busy hand stroking his cock. Last night after his journey, he'd relived his vision and jacked off as he replayed the sight of her fingers in her pussy. Was he thinking about her now? Was he reliving the scene yet again? Was he sitting in a classroom with a hard-on while scrutinizing lewd images of her nakedness in his mind? Was he watching her play with her pussy? She groaned and shoved a second finger inside her. Last night, he'd watched her shove fingers inside her like she was doing now, and instead of being embarrassed, like she should, the concept excited her beyond belief. She'd told him she would masturbate under the sheets from now on, but she wouldn't. She wanted him to see her, wanted him to watch. She knew her desire to be watched, especially by her own son, was indeed perverted, but she was the involuntary subject of his visions. Should she stop being herself merely because her son could observe her most private activities? Soon, she'd travel out of town to a trade show. No doubt she'd climb in bed with Hank again. She wasn't in love with the man, but she enjoyed sex with him, probably because she only saw him four times a year. Should she defer this necessary infrequent source of pleasure because her son could be watching? She couldn't stop her son's invasions of her privacy any more than he could. With both of them victims to his curse, they could either accept the situation and go on with their lives or seek help from professionals to somehow eliminate his flights of consciousness. But if they sought help, David had the situation pegged correctly. He'd become a lab rat to those investigating paranormal incidents. And what or whom did his flights hurt? It wasn't as if he visited others during his journeys. He watched only her. She could cope with her loss of privacy to protect her son. Besides, she'd just rediscovered the pleasure she felt when she was being surreptitiously watched. As a teenaged girl, she'd given a neighborhood boy a few thrills when he peeked in her window at night. Knowing the boy's eyes were on her, she'd stripped and eventually touched herself to increase the peeper's arousal - and hers. The peeper was harmless. She knew him. He was so shy he stuttered when he tried to talk to girls, but he wasn't shy about sneaking across a few fences and cozying up to her window. He'd masturbate and spray the bushes with his come while she stretched out on her bed and pleasured herself. She even left a light on and cracked the drapery enough so he could see her easily. Carol wasn't the only person he spied on, so eventually, the boy was caught. Afterwards, she'd missed his eyes avidly watching her, missed how exciting it had been to know he stood in the bushes outside her window with his cock in his hand. "Are you watching me now, David?" she whispered as her fingers flashed back and forth over her clitoris. "I'm lying in your bed finger fucking myself. I can feel your dried come on the sheets under my bum. I wish it were wet. I'd rub it on my clit instead of using my own juices." She moaned. The thought of rubbing David's come all over her cunt made her arousal soar. "If you're watching, David, come on me. Let your consciousness tighten up your imaginary balls and spurt come, squirt your semen without substance or form all over me!" Her body stiffened and her hips rose up from the bed. She plunged a third finger inside her and wailed as an orgasm gripped her. It was a powerful climax, more forceful and thrilling than the orgasm she'd given herself the night before. "Fuck me, David!" she shouted. "Fuck me with your cock, a cock without form or substance!" She collapsed and a minute later rolled to her side. Tears welled in her eyes. "You're sick, Carol Stanley," she whispered. "David doesn't need professional help. You do." Rolling from the bed, she stripped the sheets and carried them to the laundry room. Fantasies. She'd always let her mind wander, fantasizing about many things from love and sex to business and health. She'd just indulged in one of her fantasies. That's all it was. ------- David felt his cock lengthening, his fifth hard-on that morning. He couldn't stop the images from intruding, images he'd witnessed while his mother played with herself the night before. They invaded his mind without volition, moving from frame to frame like a video sometimes, or held steady as if they were still photographs at other times. It was bad enough his consciousness left his body whenever it had an urge to take flight. Now his imagination couldn't stop seeing his naked mother, couldn't stop reliving how naughty she'd looked, how sexy and... downright nasty. God, she'd been delightfully nasty, twisting her nipples, plunging fingers in and out of her pussy, the first real pussy David had ever seen. When he'd returned from the journey, he'd expected to find himself as hard as he'd ever been, but while his consciousness was out of his body, it felt nothing, experienced nothing. But within seconds after his return, his cock had sprung straight up, assuming the already fully aroused state of his ego, and with just a few strokes, he'd climaxed, spurting semen onto his belly, which had dribbled off onto the sheets. A half-hour later, he'd jacked off again while reliving the event, and once more an hour later, then twice this morning, once just after he opened his eyes, and again in the shower. His mother had been correct - without doubt he masturbated more than she. Her comment about invading her privacy bothered him, though. He wished he could willfully initiate and stop the events. The school no longer called an ambulance when he became unconscious, and he'd been careful to advise his friends and their parents not to become too concerned when he slumped over into an unconscious state, but still the events frequently embarrassed him. Resting his back against a tree while sitting on the grass during his lunch break, David tried to ignore his hard-on and concentrated. He struggled desperately to initiate an event, but no pinpoint of light appeared. If he could learn to control the events would he stop them, he asked himself. If he could stop them would he never allow another one to take flight? No, he decided. His consciousness trips made him unique; they'd become personally important to him, a habit like masturbating. Besides, if he had another opportunity to watch his mother masturbate, he'd take it. Grinning, he remembered his lie, but his wise mother had called him on it. No, last night if he'd had control, he wouldn't have backed away leaving her to her privacy. As it was, the trip ended too soon for him. He hadn't seen her have an orgasm. Suddenly the light appeared and swallowed the black abyss that ate up the world around him. Moments later he hovered over a group of girls, which surprised him. He searched for his mother, but she wasn't among the females. His sister, Darla, captured his attention, though, and another girl his age, Ellen Farley, was among the group. He knew the names of the other girls, but they were his sister's friends, not his. Was he visiting Darla or Ellen, or one of the others? His question was answered when Darla walked away from the group and his consciousness followed her. For some reason, his sister had joined his mother as an object to be observed during his mental trips. Perversely, the teenager wondered if his sister masturbated like his mother. Now he could connect with her, would she give him an opportunity to watch her pleasure herself? The episode abruptly ended, and he opened his eyes. My trips are getting out of hand, becoming even more complicated, he thought. That's two episodes in two days. If the frequency of the trips continues to accelerate, soon I'll be unconscious more than conscious. He groaned and concentrated again. Somehow, he had to gain control over the episodes. If he could take the trips at will and end them when he wanted, perhaps his ego wouldn't take unbidden flights. David envisioned his mother and made an extreme effort mentally, hoping beyond hope, that he could take a trip to see her. Amazed and pleased, he watched the light appear, and soon he hovered over his mother. She was working at her computer. God, she's sexy, his ego thought. At thirty-seven, his mother was a striking, beautiful woman. She was model slim, except for her hips, which were womanly wide. Encased in a halter-top, her perky breasts were perfectly shaped and proportionate to the rest of her body. Her long, shapely legs stretched in front of her, bare and smooth and sleek. She was wearing the cut-off jeans again. Her pretty feet were bare, too, and her toenails shined bright red, matching the color of her fingernails and lipstick. His ego smiled. Could a being without form or substance smile? That's what it felt like to David. The smile widened and a sensation of love, not arousal, washed over him as she pushed her long, dark hair back behind one ear, a sensuous ear, pink and almost translucent with intricate curls and shapes. Her dark eyes focused on the monitor, and he gazed intently, trying to see what she was doing on the computer, but the flickering, unfocused light didn't allow a close inspection. He'd created the journey. Could he end it? He concentrated as before, but nothing changed except his mother when she pushed the computer chair back and rose to her feet. Starting a journey wouldn't be that helpful unless he could end it just as easily. What had he done differently to start the trip? Extreme mental effort didn't do the trick. He wished he could end the episode as easily as he'd started it, and suddenly the light began to fade. Was wishing the answer? He wasn't sure. He'd need to experiment some more. When he opened his eyes, Darla was sitting beside him on the grass. "You were off on one of your trips, weren't you?" she said, her dark eyes twinkling with mirth. She held his hand in one of hers. "Yes." He'd given his sister an abbreviated version of his journeys, enough to quell her curiosity. David had told Darla and others he was adept at remote viewing. Shortly after the first trip, he'd researched his ability on the Internet and discovered a psi phenomenon referred to as remote viewing, which was actually a special form of clairvoyance. Instead of cards, pictures, or numbers, individuals with remote viewing capabilities could describe buildings and landscapes - objects or places they'd never seen. Darla certainly didn't know he observed his mother when his thoughts took flight, and he decided he wouldn't tell even his mother about Darla suddenly appearing as a subject in his visions, let alone tell his sister. His mother might be able to handle the loss of her privacy, but Darla would throw a fit. "Where did you go?" "I'm not sure, but it was beautiful - breathtaking actually." "Cool." David was happy she didn't ask him to describe the scene. Describing his mother's erotic, nearly translucent ears or bright red toenails might freak out his sister. He and Darla frequently argued, but he loved her. She was his sister, and he'd walk over hot coals to help her with any problem she had. Glancing at his wristwatch, he said, "We'd better get moving." After standing, he reached and helped his sister to her feet. "Good luck with the trials this afternoon, though you don't need luck. You're a shoe-in, sis." She grinned, her dark eyes twinkling. "Thanks." She turned and hurried away. He watched her and smiled. Nice butt - like Mom's, he thought. ------- "I believe I gained some control over my trips like you suggested, Mom." David said as he came in the door from school. "I initiated a journey today and watched you working on your computer. You were wearing a halter-top and the cut-off jeans." And I enjoyed your long, sleek legs, your sexy ears, and adorable painted toes. "When?" she asked, not to verify the trip so much as to give her time to slow down her racing heart. When he'd mentioned he'd initiated a trip, she'd immediately wondered if he'd taken it while she'd been naked on his bed rubbing her backside over his crusted semen while touching herself, and although she'd wished at the time he was watching her, she didn't really want him to know she'd acted so shameless. "During my lunch hour. I had trouble stopping the episode at first. I think control of the events have something to do with wishing. Strange, huh?" "Wishing?" "Yeah. Extreme mental effort has no effect, but when I wished I could start a trip, one started, and the same thing happened when I ended the journey. I haven't tried to start and stop another one yet, so my conclusion could be flawed." David debated whether to inform her he'd had an unbidden episode as well, one that featured his sister rather than the pretty woman sitting across the kitchen table from him. No, he'd keep that episode to himself. He didn't want to deal with the privacy issue with his sister. "Try again right now, David." She could see her request shocked him a little. "I'm worried about you, Son. If you don't gain some control, you'll soon be unconscious more than conscious. What you really need to learn is how to stop an unbidden trip when it starts. That way, you won't be slumping unconscious at inappropriate times. So, if you can, start a trip right now and stop it before it progresses to the point your ego leaves your body and makes your body unconscious." Nodding, he closed his eyes and wished he could take flight to visit his mother. Nothing. He opened his eyes and shook his head. "Maybe I can't be so available, like sitting in the same room with you. I'll go to another room, and you can try again," she suggested, and without waiting for agreement, she stood and left the room, finally locking herself in the guest bath. Gazing at herself in the oval mirror, she quelled an urge to be a little naughty. She wanted to tweak her nipples, give the boy a little thrill if the experiment worked. Gazing down at her breasts, she realized she didn't need to touch them to make them hard. Just the thought of her son's eyes on her had been as effective as if her own fingers had pinched them. She grimaced, feeling flushed as her blood heated. Her son needed to gain control, but so did she. Since she discovered he'd watched her play with herself, she'd been in a high state of arousal most of the time. In the kitchen, David laid his head on his arms resting on the table, concentrated and wished he could see his mother. A pinpoint of light appeared and started to spread, so he wished for the light to disappear, which unfortunately had no affect on the normal progress of a journey. Soon the light and his ego hovered over his mother in the hall bath. Gazing at her beautiful image in the mirror, he wished the colors were brighter, not washed out, and suddenly the colors shined bright as if his mother and the room had stepped from a deep shadows into full sunlight. But the colors continued to brighten, finally becoming too bright, so he wished they'd dampen, and he watched the light fade again, quickly moving beyond washed out to complete black, which frightened him. Would his future journeys take place in a black void where he could see nothing? He wished for more color, and light filled the bathroom, becoming brighter and brighter to the point, if he'd had eyes, the brightness would have blinded him. He groaned and wished for the light to dim again. In a split-second, the light faded until no light existed at all. Now instead of washed out color, it appeared he could experience only the complete absence of light or so much light he could see nothing but the light. But he sensed the light moved through a range of brightness in the split-second it changed. It wasn't an on/off switch. He needed a method to control the degree of brightness, something like a volume knob on a stereo. Curiously, a mental knob appeared, but with no hands, David didn't know how to manipulate the knob. He reasoned, however, if his ego had offered a mental knob, perhaps it would also offer a mental hand with fingers and an opposing thumb so he could adjust the color. Without a hand coming into view, David turned the mental knob and slowly watched the light adjust with each click of the knob. When the scene before him appeared as close to perfect color wise as he could make it, he wished his ego would remember this setting so he wouldn't need to fiddle with it on a subsequent journey. The teenager took a few moments to view his mother. With better color and focus, he could see something in her eyes he hadn't noticed before. He couldn't label the expression, but he vowed to watch for it again on a future trip when he had more time. Wishing for the trip to end, the light started to fade. When he opened his eyes, he was alone. He stood and walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Well, did the experiment work?" his mother asked when she opened the door. He shook his head, but then related how he'd started and stopped the trip and how he'd been able to adjust the color. "Amazing, David! You're truly gaining more and more control. I'm confident you'll soon lick the problem of unwanted, inconvenient journeys." She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him, a mother's hug, loving and full of warmth. Then she felt his cock lengthen against her. Gasping silently, she stepped back and studied his face. He was blushing again. Observing his mother's condemning expression, he said, "Sorry, Mom. I couldn't stop it. I tried. I really tried, but..." "Not to worry, Son. I understand." Good gracious, did she ever understand. She wanted to take him into her arms again, but this time as a woman, not a mother. She shook the desire away, and they walked together back to the kitchen table. David was mortified. His mother had hugged him no differently than she'd hugged him a million times before, but this time as her arms went around him, an image of her lying on her bed naked and touching herself intruded, and then another, and another, flashing one after another like a slide show. Get a grip, he told himself. She's your mother, not a potential girlfriend. He wanted to slap his erect cock, slap it silly until it returned to its flaccid state. Carol rose and pulled a couple of soft drinks from the refrigerator, handing one to her son. They both needed to cool off, and a cold drink would help. She settled back onto a chair across the table from him. "I was afraid something like this would happen," she said. "You've been reliving what you saw last night over and over again today. Correct?" David nodded and decided being as honest as possible would be the best approach to the problem. Perhaps his mother could help him stop the unbidden images dashing in and out of his mind. "Yes, I spent most of the day with an erection, which is as embarrassing as slumping over unconscious, maybe more so. I noticed a few girls snickering behind their hands with their eyes fixed on the bulge in my pants. Between classes, I had to carry my books over the lump to hide it. I tried to think about other things, but no matter how hard I tried, images of you naked on your bed entered my mind." Did he really try to stop the images? Not likely, Carol thought. Oh, he probably tried to stop them from time to time, but if I know teenaged boys, he didn't try that hard. And I'm just as bad as he is. I'm not trying very hard to control my desire to be watched, either. She grimaced and shook her head, and then regretted her expression. She could see the boy believed she was upset at him, not at herself. "You misunderstood, Son. I'm not upset at you. What's happening to you is fairly normal." "I disagree. It's not normal for a teenager to be excited sexually about his mother." "Sure it is. My brother went to great lengths to peek at his mother or me, and I never considered him abnormal. Neither did Mother." In fact, Carol remembered a number of situations she'd purposefully conceived and executed that allowed her brother to see her uncovered breasts or the gusset of her panties without him aware of her purpose, and a couple of times she'd actually presented her nubile body completely naked to his bugged-out eyes. She laughed silently. Should she tell her son about these incidents to alleviate his guilt? No, she told herself, don't broaden this discussion to include additional titillating situations. He's having enough problems with the real images of me being naughty without giving his fertile imagination new raw material to deal with. "Really?" He grinned. "Did Uncle Jim succeed?" Like her son couldn't stop his hard-on when she hugged him, she couldn't stop the blush that spread across her face and upper chest. "Yes. I even helped him succeed a few times." "That's surprising. What about Grandmother? Did she cooperate, too?" Not so surprising, David thought. Darla, he was sure, had let him see her half naked a few times. Although, he couldn't remember his mother ever doing the same. Carol shrugged. "I don't know," she said, which was a lie. She'd noticed a few incidents when her mother had been as accommodating as she'd been, perhaps not so blatant in her approach, but then her mother had more experience teasing the male of the species at that time. She glanced at her son's crotch. He was hard and a wet spot had appeared at the apex of the bulge in his trousers. "You're just like Jim. He spent most of his teenaged years with an erection. Have you been able to relieve yourself today?" He blushed again. "Yes, this morning in the shower, but..." A smile cracked her face, and a wicked thought entered her mind. "But you're hurting now, aren't you?" He groaned and nodded. "Go on. Go to your room and give yourself some relief." I'd do the same, but he'd peek. He'd take a trip and watch me. No, not until he's finished. When his ego leaves his body, it doesn't feel anything. He'll give himself a come before he takes a trip. I'll have time to give myself some relief, too, relief I need as badly as he. "But..." "Go on. Darla will be home soon." And I need to come before she arrives. He rose to his feet and looked down at his tented pants. Carol looked, too. "Impressive," she commented and smiled. "Go on." God, I'd love to watch him. I enjoy watching as much as I like to be watched. She remembered a few instances when she surreptitiously watched her brother fist his cock. Just before her son exited the room, she said, "Lock your door. I might be tempted to watch you." His head swiveled, and he gazed at her with a shocked expression. "Mother!" "Well, you watched me. Turnabout would only be fair. Correct?" When he stammered, she added. "Go on. I won't watch. I'm just teasing." She smiled again. "Enjoy." When she heard the door to his room click shut, she reached inside her cut offs. Her panties were soaked, and she realized part of her son's arousal was probably caused by her pheromones wafting in the air. She pushed the gusset of her panties to the side, and not more than five minutes later, she groaned as an orgasm rippled through her body. She slumped in the chair with a small smile on her face wondering if David had watched her, hoping he hadn't seen how sluttish she'd just acted. A dichotomy. While she'd been touching herself, she'd hoped beyond hope he'd been hovering above her. She'd even talked nasty to an imaginary David without form or substance floating somewhere in the room. Now she felt guilty, mostly because she'd used incestuous fantasies to increase her arousal. Shrugging, she rose to her feet and washed her hands at the kitchen sink. Her hands smelled fresh and clean now, but not her pussy. She knew she still reeked of sex. She'd need to do more than wash her hands to eliminate the evidence of her recent arousal. Turning, she strode purposefully toward her bedroom. Inside his room, David lay in lethargic harmony, enjoying the relief of his recent climax. He appreciated how his mother was handling everything, and shuddered to think how someone like Tim Darlington's mother would have acted in the same situation. She'd been the parent to call an ambulance during his second journey. He owed it to his mother to try to learn more control. Feeling confident he could start and stop an episode, he still needed to learn how to stop an unbidden journey before his body became unconscious. He closed his eyes and wished to see his mother. Seconds later, he hovered over her as she entered her bathroom. Completely forgetting the purpose of his trip, he watched as she dropped the cut-offs and the panties she wore to the floor. She ran water in the sink, checked the temperature with her fingers, and finally held a washcloth under the water. She soaped the cloth and then raised one foot up to the counter, presenting the sexiest view David had ever seen. If his ego carried the ability to voice sounds during a trip, his mother would have heard his heartfelt groan of pleasure. After briskly rubbing the soapy cloth over her vulva, she rinsed the washcloth, and washed away any soap on, in and around her pussy. She rinsed the cloth again, and rubbed it over her cunt as briskly as she'd applied soap to the cloth. Looking up, she winked! Jeez! Could she see him? No, she'd never seen him before. She used a towel to dry her pussy and upper inner-thighs. Glancing up again, she removed her blouse and bra. After picking up her dirty clothes, she tossed them in her hamper and stood naked in her walk-in closet. She doesn't mind if I see her naked, David's ego thought. She's wondering if I'm watching her, and the lewd, sexy view she'd offered of her pussy earlier could have been presented in a more ladylike fashion. She pulled a sundress from her closet and pulled it over her head. Grinning, she started to leave the room, and David quickly backed away from his trip. When his eyes opened, his cock moved from flaccid to completely hard in a second. His hand barely touched it, and it exploded yet again. He was still squirting semen onto his belly when a knock sounded. "David, when you're finished, come to the kitchen and help me prepare dinner," she said through the door. "Okay," he replied, his voice cracking. He had one question he wanted answered. Had she pulled on a clean pair of panties before she left her bedroom, or was her sweet smelling pussy bare under the sundress she now wore? ------- Chapter 2 Furious, Darla slammed the door to her room. "Dirty old man!" she muttered under her breath. The gymnastic coach had become too familiar when he helped her onto the high bar, and it wasn't the first time he'd touched her inappropriately. With one hand on her butt and the other on her upper thigh, he'd lifted her so she could reach the bar to begin her routine, but the hand on her thigh had moved around and cupped her mound while the other hand moved into the crack of her ass. While still in the air, she'd pushed at his hands, and he'd released her. Off balance, she'd fallen to the mat onto her back, which knocked the wind out her. The coach reached and lifted her from the small of her back, a useful method to help her regain her breath, but she'd been so angry she'd rolled from his grasp and gasped for air without his help. "Don't ever touch me like that again!" she'd whispered menacingly when she could speak again. "Like what? I was merely trying to help you get your breath back." "Not then. Before, when you - you know when, when you were lifting me to the bar. If you touch me like that again, I'll register a complaint with the assistant principal." His eyes glinted with sudden anger, but he calmly remarked, "I'm sure I don't know what you mean. Are you planning to do your routine, or not?" Darla rose to her feet, and when he lifted her to the bar he appropriately used her waist for leverage, but she was so upset by the incident, she'd made one mistake after the other. When she skidded off the mat at her dismount, she noticed an evil smile on his face. Tears stung her eyes as she paced her room. "Fuck!" she exclaimed a little too loudly while kicking off her shoes. A knock sounded at her door. "What?" she screeched. "It's David. May I come in?" "Yeah." "Sounds like you have a problem," he said when he opened the door. "Yeah. I don't think I'll make the gymnastic team." Which was all right with her if she had to put up with coach's filthy hands all over her every school day. Her brother's expression showed doubt. "Why not. You're the best of the gymnasts at the school." Darla grimaced. "Not today. I was lousy today, and coach has been looking for an excuse to cut me." "Darla, that makes no sense. Why wouldn't he want you on the team?" Because I won't let him feel me up all the time, bro, but I won't tell you the reason. You'd just get on your high horse and do something both of us would regret. "Let's just say he has his reasons," she said curtly. "If you won't discuss the problem with me, try Mom. I've found her to be very understanding lately." Hmm, not his usual retort. He's actually trying to be helpful instead of confrontational. It's probably a temporary thing, a lapse in concentration. "We'll see. Leave me alone, please. I want to change clothes." And I need another shower. I still feel dirty. Back in his room, David stretched out on his bed. He'd never seen his sister completely naked, and he wondered if he could connect with her again, but this time purposefully. He closed his eyes and wished he could see his sister. A bright light appeared and engulfed him, and soon he hovered over the girl and watched as she peeled off her clothes down to her bra and panties. She glanced into the bathroom they shared. A door to the bathroom opened directly from each of their bedrooms. No door existed from the hall. Seeing the room empty, she stepped inside and locked the door to his bedroom. Before stripping completely, she turned on the shower and adjusted the water's temperature. He'd need to readjust it for his next shower. She liked the water hotter than he could stand it. Satisfied, she removed her bra and panties and stepped under the shower. Sexy, his ego thought, very sexy. Darla was short, about five three, but her developing body looked perfectly formed. David had always thought of her as cute, but now he abridged his definition to beautiful. She had the roundest, tightest little butt he'd ever seen. Whom was he kidding? He'd only seen one other butt - his mother's. Regardless, he adored the shape and look of his sister's backside. His mother's shape was womanly, whereas Darla's was girlish, with narrow hips, a tiny waist and perky little breasts. The most pronounced visible difference between mother and daughter was the size and shape of their nipples. His mother's were much larger, about a half-inch wide and half that much again long, and their size and shape weren't symmetrical. Darla's little nipples looked like small raisons, except they were perfectly symmetrical and round like new pencil erasers, and her areolas were half the size of her mothers and more pink than brown. Her nipples stiffened and lengthened, though, when she washed them, briskly scrubbing over them with a soapy washcloth. He watched as she scrubbed her vulva not unlike his mother had scrubbed hers an hour before, except Darla didn't appear lewd in the process, not that lewdness bothered David overmuch. Sexual vulgarity could be arousing, he'd discovered. Darla stepped from the shower and dried herself with a red towel, somehow still appearing ladylike in the process. Inside her room, she selected a fresh pair of white cotton panties from a drawer and slowly pulled them up over her shapely legs, finally encasing her marvelous butt with the soft, tight fabric. David decided he preferred watching her get dressed than observing her taking off her clothes. After she finished dressing, she walked back into the bathroom, and David willed the session to end. Seconds after his eyes opened, he had another hard-on. He groaned with frustration. Living with two sexy females and having the ability to observe them without their knowledge would keep him perpetually hard. ------- "Did you speak with Mother about your problem with the gymnastic coach?" David asked. With their homework done, the siblings had bumped into each other in the kitchen looking for a late snack. Darla shook her head, causing her long, dark hair to wave as she bent to look in the refrigerator. David admired her backside once again. At eye level, it was presented at a different angle than the view she'd offered during his vision, and he wondered if he could move his viewpoint around when he took a trip. She pushed her hair back from her face and pulled out a couple of cheese slices and the bottle of milk. David already had a sandwich and glass of milk in front of him on the kitchen table. "Why not? You deserve a place on the team, sis, and I know gymnastics is important to you." "Not that important. If I don't make the team, I'll do something else. Ellen thinks I should try soccer. She's involved with a soccer league not tied to the school. I talked with her about it just before I sat next to you on the grass today at lunch." She poured milk in a glass and returned the milk bottle to the refrigerator. "I enjoyed soccer when I was younger, and I was pretty good at it," she added as she sat across from her brother. "All things being equal, would you rather be involved with gymnastics or soccer?" She shrugged. "If I'm not wanted on the gymnastic team, the subject is moot. I'll know tomorrow if I've been cut. If I haven't, I'll stay with gymnastics. Otherwise, I'll try soccer again." She peeled the plastic off a cheese slice, tore the cheese in half and popped it into her mouth. Her pink tongue and full lips captured David's attention as she ate, which he thought was a bit strange. Perhaps because he'd seen her naked a few hours ago, he could now note little things about her he liked. She looked vibrant, and as she moved her long muscles tensed deliciously. Her dark eyes shined, reminding him of a panther. She was sleek and strong, too, like the jungle cat, and just as graceful. "I wish you'd tell me the problem you're having with the coach. Maybe I could help." "Hah! You're so freaking macho you'd just go ballistic and create a huge mess, and in the end, nothing would be solved." That should piss him off. "Ballistic?" "Yeah." Her eyes and expression mocked him, but he didn't look angry. She'd expected anger, but he merely looked curious. Why? "I rarely go ballistic, Darla." Normally, by now he'd have picked a fight with her. She certainly hadn't tiptoed around his feelings. Did seeing someone naked make the observer more tolerant of that person? Maybe I can talk with him about the problem, she thought. "If you promise to remain calm and not go off half-cocked, I'll tell you. I'd really like to talk with someone about the problem." "I promise." Here goes nothing. "Coach can't keep his hands off me. Oh, he's careful. He never touches me inappropriately when someone else can see him, and the touching can almost be explained as an accident, but he's groping me on purpose. The whole situation makes me so angry, I want to scream sometimes." Anger glinted in David's eyes, and she watched his hands clench. Had she fucked up telling him? Would he explode? Or would he keep his promise? Surprised, Darla watched him purposefully stifle his anger, and his clenched hands relaxed. When he relaxed, she relaxed. He's cute when he's angry, though, she thought. "If he's groping you, he's touched other girls inappropriately, too. Have you asked the other girls in gymnastics if they've been fondled?" What the hell is going on? My explosive brother is being reasonable. Shrugging inwardly, she replied, "Fondled isn't the right word, bro. Felt up is more like it, but to answer your question, no I haven't asked around. If he's feeling up other girls, none of them has mentioned it to me, so I have no intention of asking around. I know I won't tolerate his hands all over me, but I wouldn't put it past a few of the other girls to encourage the slime bag." She shuddered with distaste. "Today, I told him if he ever touched me inappropriately again, I'd tell the school authorities about him. That's why I think he'll cut me from the squad. Also, I was so upset by the incident I screwed up my routines big time, and I refuse to discuss the problem with Mother, bro. At the very least, she'd feel compelled to march down to the school and demand they fire the dirty old man." "Maybe that's exactly what should happen," David remarked. "Probably, but I don't want the notoriety that would surely be heaped upon me if I blew the whistle on him." David nodded. "I see what you mean." He gulped milk. "If he doesn't cut me from the team, I'll handle him." She chuckled. "You have a milk mustache, bro." Cute, my cute brother is a hunk, she thought as she watched him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. No wonder Ellen is interested in him. He's different tonight. I wonder why? I pushed a bunch of his buttons, but he didn't fly off the handle. After he set his plate in the sink, he told her goodnight. She hoped his new attitude became permanent. As he walked from the room she wondered if he was still a virgin like her, and decided if it were David feeling her up, she wouldn't be upset. She let her imagination run wild for a few seconds, and shook her head. You're not very nice, she told herself and grinned. ------- His mother had just retired for the night. Would she masturbate again? He had to know and soon hovered above her. Still dressed, she was lying on the bed reading what looked like some work-related brochures. Then he remembered wondering about viewpoint, and with a wish the hovering invisible light swooped down until he could see up her dress finally satisfying his need to know whether she'd pulled on fresh panties after her lewd and arousing display when she'd scrubbed her pussy. No panties! In the shadow under the dress, he could see tendrils of pubic hair and hints of puffy lips. She raised one knee as she turned a page on a brochure, and the view improved considerably. Moving the viewpoint even closer, he settled directly in front of her exposed cunt only a couple of feet away. Suddenly he wanted a similar view of his sister's vulva. He wanted to compare the two, and with a wish his viewpoint abruptly changed, and he hovered near the ceiling in Darla's bedroom. Like her mother, she was still dressed and was lying on her bed reading one of her trashy romance novels. As David watched, one of her hands idly wandered to a breast, and she squeezed the nipple between her forefinger and thumb. She must be reading a sexy scene in the book, David thought. Darla couldn't stop thinking how cute her brother looked with the milk mustache earlier. The scene she'd just read in the book paled in comparison to the scene she'd created in her imagination. In her fantasy, the milk on her brother's upper lip was actually sex juice from her pussy. She'd had fantasies about her brother for years, ever since she'd entered puberty. Every time her imagination created intricate incestuous scenarios, she felt guilty, but that didn't stop them from frequently entering her mind. She rationalized the scenes she created and directed in her mind as fantasies she'd never act upon, but over the years, David had become her favorite fantasy lover. Switching abruptly from Darla's bedroom to his mother's, David groaned. During his absence to watch his sister, his mother had pulled her dress up and now had her fingers at her pussy. She'd also pushed the spaghetti straps of her sundress down off her shoulders and exposed her lovely breasts. Her fingers from the hand not fondling her pussy were pulling a nipple out away from her body, elongating her breast. Her lips moved, and David wished he could hear what she was muttering, but the scene remained silent. Although she rarely masturbated more than once a day, Carol couldn't resist a third rendezvous with her fingers that night. She couldn't stop thinking about David watching her. She'd debated about getting up and getting ready for bed, but the possibility that she was being watched made her so hot she'd merely jerked the sundress above her waist and pulled her tits out of the bodice. "Are you watching, David?" Carol whispered. "Can you see your horny mother playing with herself again?" The switch from Darla's room appeared to be almost simultaneous, so David moved back to his sister's room. She was standing and removing her clothes. He adjusted his viewpoint to a couple of feet directly in front of her and watched as she pushed her panties down off her hips. She'd shaved almost all the hair off her pussy, maintaining only a small patch on her mound. Her labia were completely hairless, another difference between mother and daughter. When Darla bent to push the panties completely off, he hurried behind her to see her wonderful ass again. The sight excited him beyond belief. He could see her puffy little cunt lips between her slim thighs, and as she bent deeper, the cheeks of her ass spread slightly, and her little brown pucker came into view. Switching again, he watched his mother slide her middle finger deep inside her pussy and at the same time rub a forefinger from her other hand over her clitoris. He zoomed in for a close-up until all he could see was his mother's cunt and fingers. Her hips jumped rhythmically as she finger fucked her cunt and lashed her clit. He wished he could smell her, but no sexy fragrances assailed him. It appeared he was stuck only with sight during his trips. He also wished he could stick out his tongue and taste her, but the sense of taste eluded him, too. What was his sister doing now? She was lying naked on her bed fondling her breasts. David couldn't believe his good fortune. Like his mother, his beautiful sister planned to pleasure herself. Her perky breasts were flattened slightly by her prone position, but they still poked up alluringly. Her nipples were hard, and he wanted desperately to take them in his mouth and suck them even harder. Suddenly a strange look entered his sister's face, and she glanced down at her breasts, removing her hands from them at the same time. They appeared to be moving by themselves. What the hell? David thought. Rolling an imaginary tongue over his sister's nipples, he could feel their rough texture, feel them throb against his invisible tongue, and feel them lengthen and harden just a little. Glancing up at his sister, he noted a frightened look in her eyes, so he backed away. Besides, it was time to visit his mother again, and soon his position over his mother allowed him to take her nipple into his imaginary mouth. She, too, looked amazed, and David wisely pulled away, back up near the ceiling. She'd be able to figure out he'd rolled an imaginary tongue over her breasts if he continued; maybe he'd gone too far already. He watched her lips move, and again he wished he could hear as well as see, and abruptly a cacophony of sounds assaulted him. It was as if the volume knob on a stereo were turned up all the way. Even without ears, David could feel the pain, so he wished the session to end. Back on his bed, his eyes flashed open. He didn't become immediately erect as he expected, probably because of the astounding discoveries he'd just made. He could now touch during his trips, and he'd initiated sound, too, but the sound was unbearably loud and strident. Would the noise assail him again if he revisited his mother? With only one way to find out, he soon hovered near the ceiling in the master bedroom, and the raucous noise assaulted him as before. Strangely, he didn't notice his mother's lips moving. He remained in the room for a few more seconds, but the noise became unbearable, so he switched to his sister's bedroom. The jarring sounds were worse in her room. Her mouth was open and her body stiff. He assumed she was moaning in orgasm. Backing away, his eyes flashed open again. Once fully conscious, he rolled his feet to the floor and paced. Wishing for sound had created a serious problem. The discordant noise ruined his journeys. What could he do to correct the predicament? Then he remembered the volume knob that allowed him to adjust the color of the scenes he visited. If a volume knob worked for color, surely it would do the same with sound. He returned to the bed and shortly entered the noisy air in the master bedroom. Wishing for a volume knob produced one, and reaching with an imaginary hand, he turned the noise down. The level of the sounds became bearable, but they made no sense, much like the noise of a heavy metal band gone mad. Moving the knob up and down a little, he tried to recognize the sounds, and finally he realized the racket was composed of many sounds, not one. The entity he became during his flights of consciousness didn't have ears, but somehow it had granted his wish for sound. It just didn't know how to present the sounds so they made sense. He twisted the knob until no sound existed at all, much like he'd done to remove all light from the scene when he adjusted for color. At least he could remove the irritating noise from future visits, but David wanted sound. He wanted to be able to see, touch and hear during his visits. Taste and smell, too, but he'd deal with them later. He reasoned if the noise he heard was composed of many different sounds perhaps he could create a knob for each sound and adjust each separately. It was worth a try, so he made the wish and hundreds of knobs appeared. Turning one knob up a little, a strange rushing sound started, and as he increased the level, the sound reminded him of water flowing rapidly through a pipe. He turned that knob off and reached for the next one. A rhythmic thumping sound bounced off his non-existent eardrums. Suddenly he recognized the sound. It was his mother's heart beating, and the rushing sound produced by the previous knob was probably her blood flowing through her arteries or veins. He spent a long time with the many knobs. When he was finished, his mother was sound asleep. Once again, he'd missed observing her orgasm. He could hear her deep breathing as if he were actually standing in the room. Outside, he heard the hoot of an owl, and a few seconds later a dog barked off in the distance. The air conditioning no longer roared, but he could hear it when it kicked on. He was pleased with the adjustments. A quick dash to see his sister found her sound asleep, too, but the saved sound settings also worked while he was in Darla's room, which pleased him. The number and variety of sounds constantly moving through the air amazed him, so he'd labeled all the knobs as he'd adjusted them. If he wanted to adjust a sound in the future, he wouldn't need to test all the knobs through trial and error to find the one he needed. To test his approach he wished for the heartbeat knob, and it appeared. He turned it up, and the soft, slow beat of his sister's heart filled his non-existent ears. He smiled with no lips, and then gave her a soft kiss with the same imaginary lips. She moaned and rolled over onto her back, and he couldn't resist a tiny nibble at her earlobe, but it must have been more than a nibble. His sister squealed and her hand went to her ear as her eyes snapped open. David immediately moved to a viewpoint close to the ceiling. Grumbling, his sister rolled over and went back to sleep. Obviously touching needed adjusting like color and sound, and he decided he'd revisit color too, requesting more than one knob. He'd need one for each primary color, one for white and another for black. Also, one for brightness. Focus, too, he added. Glancing at the clock on his sister's nightstand, he noted it was one in the morning. He wished for the session to end, and his eyes opened to a darkened room. Still dressed, he rolled his feet to the floor and removed his clothes. Tomorrow, he decided, he'd perfect color and touch and explore taste and smell. He also wondered if he could connect with others beside his mother and sister. Yawning, he crawled under the sheets and went to sleep within seconds. ------- If he watched me again last night, he's playing dumb, Carol thought when she turned back to the kitchen after David left for school. She also wanted to ask him about the strange moment when she felt a massive pull on one of her nipples. It felt as if a vacuum cleaner was sucking it up, but at the same time, a tongue-like apparition lashed it. Had her son learned how to touch as well as see during his trips? She decided to have a talk with the boy when he returned home for school. She went to her home office, made her morning telephone sales calls, and organized the trade show she planned to attend the following week in Albuquerque. She specialized in Southwestern products like Indian pottery and jewelry, Kachina dolls, and decorative chile ristras. Gift shops across the Southwest purchased her products and the two Albuquerque trade shows produced about a tenth of her sales each year. With those tasks done, she called her friendly competitor, Henry Jenson. "Jenson Sales," Hank announced when he answered the phone. Unlike Carol, Hank didn't work out of his home, but like her he had no employees. He answered his own phone, and because his office was in an executive office suite, a secretary answered his phone when he wasn't in. Carol had considered a similar office arrangement, but decided she preferred working out of her home. With the kids in school most of the year, she had the place to herself. Besides, she enjoyed her one-minute commute. "Hank, it's Carol." "Are your ears burning? I was just thinking about you." "Great minds, etcetera. I just made hotel arrangements for next week. I'm staying at the Hyatt Regency." "Then that's where I'll stay, too, if they still have rooms. I'm really looking forward to seeing you again, Carol." "I feel the same way. If I don't hear from you, I'll assume you'll be at the Hyatt." "What day do you arrive in Albuquerque?" "Wednesday." "Let's have dinner together that evening." Yes! "Sounds great. Gotta run. Call me at the hotel after six in the evening on Wednesday to give me the particulars." "Will do." "Goodbye, Hank, and thanks for the invitation to dinner. I'm looking forward to it." That and the festivities afterwards. I need some male company soon, or I'm liable to jump my son's bones - definitely a no, no. Could David visit her at such a distance? She doubted if his powers were that strong, but then her son had a habit of surprising her. He's gaining control. Perhaps by then, he can stop an unbidden trip. If so, I'll forbid any journeys while I'm gone. If he disobeys, I'll ground him until he's twenty-one. ------- After eating lunch, David leaned against the same tree he'd used the day before, relaxed and made a few wishes. First, he visited his mother. She appeared hard at work. She also looked happier than she'd looked at breakfast. That morning, he could see she'd wanted to quiz him after Darla left for school, but he'd made an excuse and left the house. He suspected she'd corner him as soon as he stepped in the door this afternoon. The phone rang, and David listened to a one-sided conversation while his mother took an order for some Kachina dolls for a shop on 5th Avenue in Scottsdale, Arizona. They lived in Tempe, another Phoenix suburb. David adjusted the sound of her voice a little - it was too breathy - an adjustment he couldn't make last night while she slept, and out of curiosity he wished for a knob to adjust the voice on the telephone. After turning up the sound, he could hear both sides of the conversation. Interesting, his so-called hearing was more powerful during a trip than it was otherwise. He saved the setting for his mother's voice, but not the voice on the telephone. He'd want the trips to sound normal, but it was nice to know he could listen to both sides of any telephone conversation he stumbled into, especially Darla's conversations. He switched subjects and Darla appeared. She was sitting with Ellen while eating a sandwich. He'd always liked Ellen. She was a year older than Darla, his age actually, but Darla and Ellen had been best friends since Darla entered high school. Their appearances were very different. Darla was a brunette, Ellen a blonde. Darla was short, Ellen tall. However, both were athletic, so they were slim and strong. He listened. "Did you tell your brother I'd be interested if he asked me for a date?" Ellen asked. Darla shook her head. "No, I didn't have a chance." Not true, David thought and wondered why Darla had kept this information to herself. "Did you get cut from the gymnastic team?" "I don't know. I won't know until I check the bulletin board at the gym." "Well, we need a forward on our soccer team. If you're cut, I'll introduce you to Coach Thompson." "Does he have busy hands?" Ellen giggled. "No, but he yells a lot." While the girls chatted, David wished up some color knobs and busied himself adjusting the colors he could see. With the girls outside in bright sunlight, he wondered what the settings would look like inside, so he labeled the knobs and switched back to his mother. He went back and forth until he declared the color settings perfect and saved them. Then he wished he could smell, and suddenly he nearly gagged. The sense of smell his consciousness offered was the worst stench he'd ever experienced. When he asked for adjustment knobs for smell, thousands of them appeared, which presented a daunting task, certainly too time consuming for a lunch break. He wished the sense of smell to go away, and the stench cleared immediately, but suddenly he had another idea. He switched viewpoints to his mother, and wished to have one knob available for the fragrance of his mother's perfume. Nothing. He pondered what other approaches he could take, and while deep in thought, a knob abruptly appeared. What took his consciousness so long? Then he remembered the thousands of knobs. His consciousness was aware of his mother's fragrance, and it had investigated the thousands of scents available. David reasoned the selection took time. Still it was faster than if he'd moved through the thousands of scents using trial and error. He quickly did the same for Darla's perfume, and then moved around the campus creating odor settings for the various flowers and other objects with scents. If he wished he could smell a specific item, a knob appeared and he adjusted it to his liking. He suspected he'd need to approach the sense of taste the same way, but deferred experimenting with it until later. Darla rose and informed Ellen she was heading to the gym before her next class to see if she if she'd been cut from the gymnastic team. "On nice days, you can usually find David sitting on the grass under a tree in the central quad," Darla added and winked at her friend. David backed out of his trip and opened his eyes. He felt he'd accomplished a lot. He'd perfected the color and sound he experienced during the trip and had started the complex process for smell. He still needed to adjust touch, and taste would be a future experiment. Then he remembered he still had not achieved any results on the most important control he needed - stopping a trip before his body became unconscious. He leaned back and wished to see his mother. The light started and he immediately wished to stop the trip, and the light disappeared. He opened his eyes and a pair of outstanding legs stood in front of him. Ellen had arrived. Without looking up, he said, "Nice legs." They were nice; they seem to go on forever, finally disappearing under a short skirt. She chuckled and sat on the grass next to him, careful not to allow her skirt to show too much leg. "Thanks, David." He raised his eyes to hers. "Nice eyes, too. You have a lot of nice on you, Ellen." Nice mouth, a little narrow, but she had a habit of leaving her lips slightly open which made her look sexy, but her best facial features were her perfectly formed eyebrows, which she highlighted with makeup by lightening her Mediterranean complexion just under each brow. She blushed. "How about we get a burger or something and go to the movies this weekend and check out the nice in you?" She smiled broadly. "Sounds nice." Nice teeth, bright white, but there was a tiny gap between her two front teeth, an imperfection that somehow enhanced her beauty, making her striking face even more unique. "Saturday?" "Still nice." "Say six-thirty or seven?" "Six-thirty is nice." "Transportation may be a problem." "I have my driver's license. How about I pick you up?" He grinned. "Even nicer." ------- "I have a question for you, Son," Carol said moments after David entered their home after school. He'd decided to admit he'd sucked his mother's nipple into his imaginary mouth and lashed it with an imaginary tongue last night. He needed a lab rat to perfect his sense of touch, and only his mother could help him. But would she? Would she help or berate him for touching her inappropriately? What made up his mind was how understanding she'd been about everything the last few days. "I know, and yes, that was me." She gasped, and outrage glinted in her eyes. He needed to get to his request for help as soon as possible before a discussion ensued about whether or not he'd been appropriate with his experiment to develop his sense of touch during trips. "Remember, I told you about the knob my consciousness provided to allow me to adjust the brightness and color of the scenes I visited?" "Yes, but..." "Hear me out, Mom, please." She nodded, but she still appeared displeased. "Well, when the knob appeared, I wished I had fingers with an opposing thumb so I could turn the knob. Fingers and thumb didn't appear, but still I could manipulate the knob. I didn't sense touching the knob, but I could turn it with my mind. Last night, I visited you again..." "I thought so." "And I wished up an imaginary mouth." He gulped. God, even to his ears his statement sounded inappropriate let alone what he'd actually done to her the previous night. "Go on," she said between clenched teeth. "I'm really sorry, Mom, and if you say so, I'll never do it again, but... well, I want to perfect my sense of touch during trips like I perfected the brightness and color of the scenes, so I need your help." His request for help seemed to soften her anger, so he hurried on. "It amazed me that you could feel the imaginary mouth and tongue my consciousness gave me to satisfy my wish." "What about you? Could you feel my... my nipple in this imaginary mouth?" He nodded. Good, I've piqued her curiosity. She shook her head in dismay. "Well, you certainly need to work on touch. Your imaginary mouth was heavy handed, so to speak, much too powerful." "I thought so. I perfected color and brightness today by wishing up a number of knobs, one for each of the primary colors, as well as white, black, brightness, and focus. I think I need to do the same with touch, and I played around with touch during my visit by touching various inanimate objects. I've improved the subtleties of touch, but to perfect the sense, I'll need feedback." Good golly Miss Molly, he wants to take a trip and touch me, and then he wants me to tell him what the touch felt like! An idea began to form in the dark recesses of her mind, in the place where she stored her fantasy life. Could she? Should she? The idea could be a solution to her son's incestuous desires - and hers, especially hers - without actually committing an act of incest. She laughed inwardly. Her son's ability was getting wilder and weirder. Should she use it? Could he handle what she had in mind? She felt her pussy getting wet, and she realized she was as aroused as she'd ever been without being touched. Touched! That's what they were talking about. Her son touching her, touching her with imaginary fingers, placing his imaginary mouth on her... on her what? On her lips? On her breasts, like last night? On her... Dare she even think it? Yes, of course she could think it. The concept dominated her thoughts! ------- Chapter 3 Before we proceed, I need to ask my son some questions, Carol decided, some very pointed questions. "You mentioned you believed it wasn't normal for you to become sexually excited about me. If you remember, I disagreed. I think it's normal for a teenager to be curious about the opposite sex, and a parent or sibling is the handiest individual around to satisfy that curiosity as long as things don't go too far. Curiosity is one thing, but what we're doing is a giant leap from curiosity. And what you're suggesting takes it a step further. How far do you want to go with this, David?" She hoped her expression looked serious, but not too serious. He blushed and shrugged. "I don't know. I do know I'd like to perfect my sense of touch during my trips. I have this strange and unique ability, Mom, and I feel obligated to perfect it as much as I can." "Do you think what we've done so far is incestuous?" His blush deepened. "Yeah, but it was incestuous when I looked up Darla's dress not long ago and saw her panties. I was lying on the floor at the time, and couldn't resist the view she offered." And a few other times when I saw her naked breasts. "I believe that instance and our situation fall within the limits you consider normal. It isn't as though I'm actually touching you. I'm an entity without form or substance during my flights of consciousness." "You have enough substance I actually felt a mouth on my breast." "Yeah." "How do you feel about incest, David?" "I think it's wrong." "I feel the same way. If I lowered my dress right now and pulled your mouth to my breast, would that be incestuous?" His eyes widened. "God, yes!" "What about while I'm lying on my bed half-naked with my breasts out of my dress, and you place an imaginary mouth on my breast?" "It's incestuous, but for some reason it's not the same. If I placed my mouth on your breast right now, I'd feel really guilty, like I'd done something very wrong. Last night, I felt no guilt." "I see." Am I rationalizing like him? Probably, she thought, but I feel the same way. She decided to use guilt as their bellwether. "Okay, I'll help you but only on one condition. You must promise to tell me if you feel the least amount of guilt, and I'll do the same, and we'll bring this experiment to a screeching halt. And let's start simple like a touch on my hand and on my cheek; then we'll proceed to a soft kiss, and we'll talk again to see if we should take it further. Okay?" He nodded enthusiastically. "And I need another promise from you. It has to do with my privacy. Will you promise to touch me whenever you're visiting me?" When he hesitated, she added, "I don't know if I'll act any differently if I know you're watching, but I want and need the option." Finally he nodded. "I understand. Okay, I promise." She doubted he'd keep the promise, but most of the time he'd do as she asked, and that was better than nothing. "Good. Let's get started. We have a half hour before Darla gets home." "Maybe not. If she's been cut from the gymnastic team..." "What? Why would she be cut?" Open mouth; insert both feet, he thought. "I don't know. She mentioned last night being cut was a possibility." She pursed her lips. "I'll speak with her about it later. Okay, I'm going to my room. You go to yours. If I leave my room, it means I've heard Darla come home, and your consciousness can return to your body." "Mom, go ahead and talk with me while we're doing this. I can't hear you, but sometimes I understand, like reading lips, or something." David wondered if his nose would grow like Pinocchio's. He didn't know why, but he wasn't ready yet to inform his mother he could hear during his excursions. After she entered her room, she locked the door. She'd play sexual games with him, but only when they were physically in separate rooms. Instead of lying on the bed, she stood in the center of her room. "All right, let's start if you're ready," she said looking up at the ceiling. She knew he was in the room but was still surprised when she felt a heavy-handed touch on her hand, which caused her to jump. She giggled, definitely nervous. "If that was meant to be a soft touch, it was too forceful by ten. Try again and make it softer." She rubbed her arm softly with her other hand to demonstrate what he couldn't hear. The next touch was softer, but still not soft enough. "Still too strong. Lighten up the touch a little more... yes, like that. Perfect." Suddenly she felt a soft touch on her cheek. She took her hand to her cheek, expecting to feel his hand, but whatever had touched her couldn't be touched itself. The hand caressed her cheek and the side of her neck, and she felt herself becoming aroused again. Careful, she admonished herself. This is a scientific experiment, not a make-out party. She enjoyed the caress, though. It was feather-like, soft and sensuous. "Nice," she said out loud. Male hands. Her son's hands were caressing her. She shivered with passion. David studied his mother's expression. It was the same look he'd seen when he'd visited her while she was in the guest bath. He'd seen it other times, too, and suddenly he recognized it for what it was. Lust! His soft touches had aroused his mother. Using another imaginary hand, he slid it softly onto the opposite shoulder from the side of her neck he was caressing, and then let his fingers trail down her silky, bare arm. He agreed with his mother. Nice! Very nice! But it was time to test a firmer touch. He wanted to experience all forms of touching, so he pushed more forcefully against her shoulder. "Easy," she said as she nearly fell over. "Not so hard." Through trial and error, he soon controlled the touch of his fingers as well as he did when he wasn't on a trip; that is until he gripped her arm. "Ouch!" she exclaimed. He wanted to apologize, but he certainly couldn't speak during a journey. Or could he? He'd never considered becoming verbal when he was out of his body, but then no senses except sight traveled with him not many days ago. Like taste and the perfection of the sense of smell, he'd leave speaking for another day. Time to kiss. Carol felt what she assumed were her son's imaginary lips. They didn't feel like lips, though. They applied steady pressure, and his lips didn't move on hers. She tried to move her lips a little to give him an idea of how his lips should react to hers, but nothing changed. The pressure wasn't too hard or too soft, just pressure, not like a kiss at all. She'd received better mother/son kisses than the one... Suddenly it dawned on her that perhaps David didn't know how to kiss. He'd been on a few group-type dates, no not dates, more like get-togethers between friends that included both sexes. She stepped back from the kiss and left her room, finally knocking on his bedroom door. "David, are you back amongst the living?" "Yeah." "Meet me in the kitchen." They sat around the kitchen table and talked about his touches, and she tried to explain what it felt like to be touched by his imaginary fingers. Finally she brought up the kiss and told him it had not felt like a kiss at all. "David, have you done much kissing?" He blushed and shook his head. "Only with relatives." "Hmm. Okay, in the interest of science, I'm going to give you a kissing lesson. Are you up for it?" Oops, wrong question. He's probably erect right now. She furtively glanced at his crotch. No, he looked normal. "Yes! Gee, thanks, Mom. I have a date with Ellen on Saturday, and I was really worried she might want me to kiss her, and I haven't a clue." Carol laughed. "Stand up," she said as she rose to her feet. "Good. Now put your arms around my waist." He complied, but held his body well away from hers. A quick glance indicated why. "Don't worry about an erection. We'll talk about that during a separate conversation. Pull me up against you. Yes, perfect. Now lean down and kiss me, a soft kiss, just brush your lips against mine." She could barely feel his lips on her, but it definitely felt like a kiss. Her lips tingled when he leaned back, and his erection was a problem for her. It increased her arousal, so she tried to ignore it, which wasn't easy. "That was good, David. Okay, on with the lesson. There are different kinds of kisses. You've felt relative-type kisses. They're merely expressions of affection, a greeting, if you will." His damned hard-on was driving her crazy. "Adjust your erection so it doesn't poke me, David." Blushing, he manipulated it until it was flat against his belly and didn't poke out so much. "Thanks." God, I'm dripping, she thought. She wasn't sure this kissing lesson was such a good idea, but she was committed. "Besides a soft kiss like you just gave me, there's what I call a romantic. A romantic kiss shows love, a stronger emotion than affection. Then there's a passionate kiss, which we'll talk about later. A romantic kiss involves moving your lips around a little, but leave your tongue in your mouth. Reserve involvement of your tongue for a passionate kiss. A romantic kiss is heartfelt and full of emotion, and to achieve a romantic kiss, you need to put your body and soul into it. Also soft kisses, can evolve into romantic ones, and romantic kisses can definitely become passionate. If you have your father's kissing genes, or mine for that matter, you shouldn't have any problem with a romantic kiss. Your father was the best kisser I ever knew. Ready?" "I guess." "Kiss me then, you fool." Which was the wrong thing to say before a romantic kiss. The both cracked up with laughter, which was just as well. The sexual tension had become so heavy it could have been cut with a knife. The laughter didn't do anything with her state of arousal, though, except increase it as his erection rubbed and moved against her when his body shook with mirth. Sighing, she gazed up at him. He was so tall and handsome. God, she loved this boy, this young man. "Let's try again," he said. She nodded, and when he leaned down she moved into his embrace. He started too forcefully, but with body language she was able to push him back a little. When her lips moved, his moved, too. She opened her eyes and noticed his were open, gazing at her. Pulling back, she said, "You're not getting with the kiss, David. You're being too intellectual about it. This time close your eyes and feel, just feel. Understand? Don't let thoughts intrude. Don't try to remember my instructions. Kissing is natural. If too much effort is used, it ruins the kiss." "I think I understand." He leaned again and this time had her moaning into his mouth before he finished. She hadn't been kissed so thoroughly since his father was killed. The kiss went well beyond romantic, although he'd followed her instructions about keeping his tongue in his mouth. The kiss started tentatively, and he melted into the embrace. When he let the kiss take over his entire being, she did the same. Good gracious, the boy curled her toes! "Whew! Now that was a kiss!" she exclaimed when it ended. Her breathing had become heavy and the blood in her veins felt like hot oil. If her pussy was dripping earlier, it had to be running a stream now. It was time for the last example, but should she be the one to demonstrate a passionate kiss? She wanted to kiss him passionately, but... When a car door slammed outside, the difficult decision became unnecessary. Darla had arrived. Carol glanced at the clock. It had been slightly more than a half hour since the experiment and lesson began. My how time flies when you're enjoying yourself, she thought. "Darla's home, David. I don't really want her to know about our experiments and lessons." He cleared his throat, let his arms fall to his side and stepped back. Blushing, he turned and rushed from the room, but not before Carol saw the large wet stain at the front of his pants. Had her son ejaculated during the kiss? No, she decided. She hadn't felt him jerking or moaning with pleasure. He probably merely emitted copious amounts of pre-cum. She suspected he'd quickly take care of the problem in his room. Chuckling, she guessed five minutes tops would relieve his tension. Hers was another problem. She'd need to wait until she went to bed later. ------- The Stanley family sat around the dinner table and talked with each other while they ate. Carol was amazed at how well David and Darla were getting along the last little while. Was the change permanent? Not likely. She waited for one of them to say something that would set the other one off, but they remained friendly throughout the meal. When Darla walked in the door from school, she'd announced she'd made it through the last cut for the gymnastic team, and when her mother had questioned her if she'd ever had a doubt, Darla had given her a strange look and said, "Not really." Then the dinner conversation turned to a subject Carol wanted to avoid. David asked her if he could take the test for a driver's license. He'd been sixteen for about four months, but she'd refused to let him drive because of the possibility he could slump over the wheel unconscious. "I can control the trips now, Mom. I won't fall asleep at the wheel, and I've been through driver's education at the high school and passed with flying colors. I'm the only sixteen-year-old I know who doesn't drive. I have a date Saturday night, and..." "You have a date?" Darla asked. "Yeah, I asked Ellen to the movies. I can't drive, though, so she has to do the driving. I felt like a little kid when I told her we had transportation problems." Strange, Carol thought. Darla doesn't look happy about David dating Ellen. What's going on? Then she questioned how she felt about him going on a date alone with a girl. She'd declared years ago that her children could not go out on alone dates until age sixteen, and David had followed the rule. In fact, he'd never pushed her to change the rule. Darla had not been so obliging. She'd already had a couple of arguments with her daughter about the rule, but she'd remained steadfast. Could she trust David to stay out of trouble? Deep down she knew how much trouble he got into had more to do with his date than it did him. Like most teenaged boys, he'd go as far as Ellen would let him. She made a mental note to question Darla later about Ellen's level of sexual experience and readiness. "Okay," Carol said, "here's what we'll do. If you don't make an unscheduled trip for two weeks, you can take the tests." David groaned. "Make it a week." "I'll be out of town at a trade show starting Wednesday next week, returning late Sunday night. That's a week and a half from now. Besides, I won't be here to take you to the DMV until I return anyway. Okay?" David nodded. After dinner, Carol asked her daughter to help clean up the dinner mess. As they bustled about, Carol said, "David told me you thought you might not make the gymnastic team." "David has a big mouth." And I'll bust his chops later for squealing, she added silently. I told him about the coach in confidence. That's the last time I'll confide in him. Fuck! "Why were you worried you might be cut?" "Didn't David tell you?" "He said he didn't know why, but I'd like an explanation." "Oh." How about that? He didn't squeal, merely let the cat out of the bag. Still, he obviously can't be trusted, especially around Mother. "My routines were horrible during the trials. I guess coach decided I just had an off day." "I see. Will you and David be all right while I'm gone? This weekend, I'll make up a bunch of meals for the two of you, things like lasagna, cheese enchiladas, those sorts of things you both like that will only need to be warmed to eat. You can make salads, and David can grill some hamburgers or steaks outside. I'll leave some money for take-out or delivery, too." "Mom, we'll be fine. You've left us before." "I know, sweetheart, but still I worry." Carol poured soap in the automatic dishwasher, closed the door and turned it on. "You seemed unhappy when David announced his date with Ellen. Are you and Ellen having problems?" "No. She's been bugging me for a few weeks to set David up with her, which made me uncomfortable. A matchmaker, I'm not. It looks like she set herself up with him today without my help." "Why were you displeased when you found out?" "I wasn't really, just surprised because I had not yet played matchmaker." The phone rang, and Carol picked it up. She covered the mouthpiece and said, "It's Ellen for you, Darla." "I'll take it in my room." In his room, David had taken a trip and listened to his mother and sister talk while they did the dishes. He switched viewpoints to his sister and wished up the knob that allowed him to hear both sides of a telephone conversation. This could be interesting, he mused. "I've got it, Mom," Darla said, and David heard the click that indicated his mother had hung up the phone. "Hi, Ellen." "Hi. Guess what?" "You have a date with David." "Yes!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Cool, huh?" "Yeah." Then Ellen described her meeting with David almost word for word. "He's such a hunk!" "He's also fairly innocent, Ellen. I know it's not the sister's place to protect a big brother, but I expect him to return home Saturday night as innocent as he left it." "Spoilsport. Besides, you know I don't mess around on a first date." "The fuck you don't. What about Tommy Mathews?" "Oh, that was different. We'd been paired up a couple of times during group dates." "Yeah, well, try to keep your panties on Saturday night." "Jeez, why are you acting so prudish?" "Because I'm a prude. You know I'm still a virgin, and I think David is, too. I'm just asking you, Ellen, not to rush him. Let things happen; don't make them happen." "God, you're negative. I thought you'd be happy for me." "I'm sorry. I am happy for you. David, too. By the way, I made the gymnastic team." "Oh, shucks. I hoped you'd join me in soccer." "Maybe next season." Darla chuckled. "Maybe sooner. If coach grabs my pussy again, I'll quit the team." "Give him a swift kick in the balls, too. He's such a sleaze." "Tell me about it." "Have you asked any of the other girls if he's been diddling them?" "No, and I won't, though I've been watching closely. I think he's feeling up Barbara Gaines." "Jeez, she's even younger than you. The man is a pedophile." "Well, Barbara doesn't seem to mind all that much. She might even be encouraging him." "That doesn't make it right." "True. Listen, I have a pile of homework I'd better get after. I'll see you tomorrow." "Okay. I can hardly wait until Saturday. I'm really excited, Darla. Ooh, I've got goose bumps just thinking about David and me all alone in my Daddy's car." "Yeah, well try to control yourself." "Yeah, yeah. Bye." Ellen can be such a... cunt, Darla thought after she hung up. She's too experienced for my brother. David's a babe in the woods compared to Ellen. He doesn't have a chance. She'll have him in her sluttish pussy so fast his head will spin. Fuck! After reading the same paragraph three times in her history book, She decided she wanted a conversation with her brother and rolled off the bed to locate him. She found him in the living room watching TV. "No homework tonight, bro?" "Not much. I'll get after it a little later. Do you have a few minutes?" "Yeah, I want to talk with you, too, but you can go first. Where's Mom, by the way?" She plunked down on the opposite end of the sofa from her brother and pulled her feet up under her. "Grocery shopping." She wore a pair of shorts and a t-shirt without a bra, and David could see her little nipples poking at the cotton material. He remembered some other views he'd seen of her recently and felt his dick start to lengthen. He had to have the sexiest little sister in town, maybe the state. "What do you think about me having a date with Ellen?" he asked, already knowing the answer, but he needed to work up to his real questions. "Fine," she said curtly. "You don't seem pleased. Why?" She grimaced. "It's not so much I'm not pleased, it's just that... well, Ellen is a friend of mine. She tells me everything, and the last thing I want to hear are things you and Ellen do together." "I see, and I think I even understand. If you went out with a friend of mine, and he told me he kissed you and... other things, I wouldn't like it, either." "Good. You do understand." "May I confide some things in you, Darla, just between you and me? You have to promise not to tell a soul, especially Ellen." "I guess." She seemed uncommitted, so he pushed the issue. "Promise." "Okay, I promise." "Thanks. I'm a virgin." She laughed, but when she saw his pained expression, she said, "Sorry, I wasn't laughing at you. Heck, I'm a virgin, too, and let me tell you, I'm one of the few left in the sophomore class." "Well, that goes double for juniors. Jeez, Darla, Saturday will be my first date. I've never even kissed a girl let alone made out with one." Fuck, he's even more innocent than I thought. He's going to need some help, Darla decided. "Well, that isn't quite true," he added. "Mom gave me a kissing lesson this afternoon." She laughed again. "I wish you'd quit laughing at me," he said. "I need some help here, not ridicule." "I'm laughing about a kissing lesson from Mother. That had to be painful for you." "Not so bad. She's a good kisser. She said if I had Dad's kissing gene's in me, I'd be a natural. Anyway, she demonstrated a soft kiss and a romantic kiss." "Cool." "I need a favor, Darla. Damn, this is embarrassing." Is he asking what I think he's asking, Darla wondered? Does he want to practice kissing with me? "Spit it out, bro. I promise not to laugh." "I need some practice. I don't know if Ellen will want to kiss on the first date, but if she does, I don't want to make a fool of myself." No way will I pass up this opportunity, Darla thought. "You want to practice kissing with me?" "Yeah. I know it's weird, but... damn it, Darla I don't know anyone else I could ask." "Okay, let's give it a try, but not here. I wouldn't want to explain to Mother if she came home while we were engaged in a lip-lock." David laughed. "Good point." "Come on. My room." "Wait, you wanted to talk to me about something." "We've covered it. I don't want Ellen telling me about your daring-do exploits in the romance department." "Oh, okay. I'll tell her if she blabs, I won't go out with her again." Not what she wanted to hear, but what could she say? "Fair enough. Come on, let's go." She hopped off the sofa and pranced away. Once in Darla's room neither of them knew where to start. "Damn, this is awkward, sis." "Yeah, tell me about it. Listen. Let's start with the soft kiss Mother taught you. Okay?" He nodded, and while standing pulled Darla into his arms, pulled her close like he'd held his mother, and like then he had an erection. "Damn, bro, you're hard!" "Yeah, sorry." "Were you hard when you kissed Mom?" "Uh-huh, which embarrassed me, but she told me not to worry about it." Darla reasoned if her mother didn't care, why should she. Besides she liked the feel of it rubbing against her. This wasn't the first time she'd rubbed up against a boy with a hard-on, but the current situation felt strange, probably because it was her brother holding her in her arms. On the other hand, she'd enjoyed so many fantasies about her brother kissing her, it also felt right. He leaned down and brushed his lips to hers, which surprised her because she wasn't quite ready. "Again, and make it last a little longer," she said. His soft lips on hers thrilled her and heated her blood. When he pulled back her lips continued to tingle, and the sensation sent erotic messages to her breasts and pussy. "Nice," she muttered. "I'm not sure you need much practice." Her heart was beating a mile a minute, and she was having difficulty catching her breath. "Let's try romantic," he whispered and his lips covered hers again. Her imagination could not have created the kiss her brother gave her. He gave the embrace and her his entire attention. A bomb could have gone off in the living room and neither of them would have noticed. His lips moved over hers, and he pulled her tightly to him, which was unnecessary. She was already as close as she could get, but the kiss made her feel like they melted together, became one person, not two. His hands roamed over her back, and she swallowed a moan that escaped his mouth. His moan was a tiny sound compared to the heartfelt moans she expressed. It was the most passionate kiss she'd ever received, way beyond romantic, but he never plunged his tongue into her mouth, which surprised her. When she tried to insert hers, he backed away from the kiss. "Wow!" she whispered and gazed up at him. She could see love and lust in his eyes, expressions she understood because she felt the same way. If he wanted her right now, all he had to do is pick her up and lay her on the bed, and she'd be his. He could take her virginity; no, he couldn't take what she would give. "Mom and I didn't get around to a passionate kiss," David said. "Jeez, David, if you kissed me any more passionately, I'd pass out!" "Mom said romantic kisses didn't involve tongues, that tongues were reserved for passionate kisses." "Passionate kisses involve a little more than tongues, David." She couldn't resist. "Touch comes into play. When passionate, the whole body becomes involved." "Let's try passionate. If I don't do it right, stop me." "Yeah, let's try passionate, but start romantic and move into passionate." That is, if I can stand to wait that long, she thought. His arms pulled her back to him, and she rose up on her tiptoes as she moved her mouth up to his. She ran her fingers through his thick dark hair as his lips moved over hers. Once again, he lost himself in the embrace, as did she. She didn't know when the kiss stopped being romantic and became passionate because she stopped thinking, stopped analyzing and let whatever happened happen. She felt his tongue poke tentatively into her mouth, and with a mighty groan, she sucked it fully inside her mouth. She mashed her mouth to his to the point she bruised her lips, but she didn't know she'd bruised them until later. Their tongues danced together, and she rubbed her mound over his hard-on. His hands roamed over her body, gentle touches which became more demanding. He touched her everywhere. One hand roamed over the cheeks of her ass as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. Or was it her hand squeezing the cheeks of his cute butt while she poked her tongue into this mouth? It didn't matter. They both touched; they both tasted the inside of the other's mouth. When his fingers brushed across a nipple, she gasped with pleasure, and at the same time, her fingers squeezed his hard-on. It felt so large, and she explored it, running her hand up and down its length. She'd never been so hot before, and when his hand cupped her mound, she climaxed, which appeared to frighten him because he started to pull his hand back. "No!" she shouted, grasping his hand and holding it forcefully against her cunt. Her shout snapped David's eyes open. He watched as his sister's eyes rolled to the back of her head and a pink flush started at the side of her neck and spread. She humped her cunt at his hand, jerking it forcefully to her pussy with her hands as her body stiffened. She emitted a long, drawn out sigh of joy, and then her little body jerked again, then shuddered. David realized she was climaxing, and putting himself in her shoes, knew she'd soon be very embarrassed, so he pulled her close to him with his free hand and kissed her while she shuddered with contraction after contraction. When she released his hand, he scooped her up in his arms and laid her on her bed. After giving her a soft kiss, he whispered, "I love your kisses, Darla, especially your romantic kisses. Thank you. Will you practice kissing with me again sometime?" "Uh-huh," she muttered without opening her eyes. Her body rippled with one last orgasmic contraction as David kissed her eyes and neck and once more on her hot, soft lips. He straightened up and looked down at her. God, she was gorgeous, and kissing her had been the most exciting thing he'd ever done, much more exciting than kissing his mother, even more exciting than seeing his sister get undressed or playing with herself. Her eyes fluttered open. "I guess we got carried away, bro," she whispered. "I guess we did." "Promise me you won't kiss Ellen like that." "I promise." David heard the garage door opening. "Mom's home." "I heard. Leave me now. We need to straighten up our act before Mom sees us." "I suppose." He turned and walked into the bathroom they shared, locking the door behind him. He stripped off his pants and shorts. They were both wet. His cock had been leaking for long time. Using a damp cloth and soap, he scrubbed his groin, and unlocked the door. "The bathroom's yours, sis," he said through the door and moved into his room. Five minutes later he was helping his mother put away the groceries. ------- Chapter 4 Carol soaked in water as hot as she could stand. The fragrances from the bath oils she'd used filled the air, and candles provided the only light in the room. She leaned her head back and tried to relax. Before going to her room, she'd stopped and knocked on her son's door and asked him to honor her privacy tonight. She needed to think, and she didn't want to deal with wondering if he were hovering where he could see her or touch her. He'd promised to respect her privacy. Memories rolled over her. She didn't allow her mind to relive the past very often. She still missed her husband, George, but his loss was bearable now. Time, all the years since his death, helped. She wished she could talk with him, though. What would he tell her to do about David? She didn't think he'd condemn her. He'd had a short affair with his sister during his teens, and his attitude about incest was lenient. But he'd also understood incest's inherent problems, and not just from a religious or moral viewpoint. He'd told her he'd nearly fallen in love with his sister, but she'd had the good sense to stop their experimentation before it developed into gut-wrenching, painful first-love that had nowhere to go but down. He'd been a good provider, a good father, a good husband, and a superior lover. When he was killed, she fell into a deep depression. If she had not had the children to care for, she might not have recovered, but they needed her love. They needed her whole and happy and nurturing, so she'd pulled herself out of the deep hole she'd fallen into and went on with her life. "What should I do, George?" she whispered. "Our son is a marvel, one of a kind. He's smart and handsome and kind and loving, but he has this power..." Surprised, she'd never considered her son's flights of consciousness a power before. She'd referred to it verbally or in her mind as an ability or a curse, but never a power, perhaps because the flights controlled him, not the other way around, which was no longer the case. Regardless, it was powerful. It made him unique among men. "He has this power, George. He hovers invisible in the air and watches me, and you know how being watched turns me on. You discovered early on I had a streak of exhibitionism in me, and to your credit, you allowed me, even encouraged me to explore that side of my sexuality and made certain no harm came to me when I exhibited myself to turn us both on. Since you left me, I've hidden that part of me from everyone, including myself." She turned the faucet with her toes and added more hot water to the tub, which was nearly running over, so while hot water flowed from the faucet she opened the drain. "Anyway, I made a decision earlier today, and I'm not sure it was the right decision. David asked me to help him develop his power, make it even more powerful, and I caved in to his request. What's bothering me isn't that I agreed to help him. I'd help him regardless, but at the time I agreed, I also decided to use his power to satisfy some of my own needs. I'm being selfish, and my selfishness might prove to be destructive, not only for David but also for me." She closed the drain and leaned her head back, sinking as deeply into the hot water as possible and still breathe. "He can not only see me, George, he can also touch me and kiss me. Amazing, huh? Talk about an exhibitionist's wet dream! And I've rationalized the situation to make it acceptable for David to kiss and fondle me while his body remains unconscious elsewhere. What's more, I've done all this under the guise that I'm helping him learn more about his power." She reached with her toes and turned off the hot water. "It's scary, George, but it's also so damned exciting I go around with wet panties most of the time. I'm like I was when we were first married. Remember? For a while, we couldn't get enough of each other. Being watched turns me on, and David is watching me. Incest... damn it, incest turns me on, too, like it did you. It's so... I don't know, forbidden, I guess, and the fact that it's forbidden makes what's happening that much more exciting. Oh, I'd never actually invite David into my bed, but I've already allowed, even encouraged the entity he becomes to continue to watch me. And the decision I made today takes the situation way beyond mere exhibitionism. I want him to use his power to kiss me, George. Damn it, I want him to kiss me everywhere. Yes, even there. Just thinking about it..." She groaned and her hands went to her cunt. "Just thinking about an invisible entity going down on me, George, turns me on more than anything I've ever imagined. That the invisible entity is our son only makes it that much more exciting." The water began to wave as her fingers flashed over her pussy. "You know how much I enjoyed your mouth on me. You'd eat me for hours, give me so many climaxes I'd lose count. Can you imagine how exciting an incestuous, psychic suck would be?" Water started to splash over the rim of the tub. Carol didn't care, didn't even notice. "I can! Every time I close my eyes, I feel an imaginary tongue on my cunt! God, I'm hot! So hot! I wish I hadn't told David to honor my privacy tonight. I'd pull his invisible mouth to my cunt and let his invisible tongue lash my clit until I came all over his invisible face!" She bit her lip as she climaxed to keep from screaming. As her hips shuddered with contractions more and more water splashed over the rim of the tub. Back in his room, David's eyes snapped open, and without touching himself, his cock rose up and climaxed, spurting massive amounts of semen all over his belly and chest. When he ultimately crashed back to the bed, he started to feel guilty, not because he'd just watched his mother masturbate again, not because he'd listened to her most private thoughts, but because he'd broken a promise to her, two of them. He'd promised to touch her whenever he visited her, and he'd promised not to visit her tonight. He'd visited his sister earlier, watched her sleep, and his visit had no prurient purpose. He'd merely whispered in his mind a heartfelt goodnight. Then he'd tried to connect with Ellen and failed, so he moved his entity to his mother, ostensibly to say a quick goodnight, but what he saw and heard had captured his attention. "Incestuous, psychic suck," he whispered just before he fell asleep. ------- David took a bite from his sandwich and chewed. He sat under his favorite tree and reminisced about the previous day. So much had happened. First, he'd asked Ellen to go out on a date, his first, and she'd accepted. After school, his mother had helped him start to perfect his sense of touch when he was away from his body on a trip. Then she'd given him a kissing lesson, which at the time David had believed was the most arousing thing he could possibly experience until his sister had shown him what a passionate kiss should really feel like. Jeez! She'd climaxed while he was kissing and touching her! Finally, late that night, he'd taken a trip to say a secret goodnight to the two beautiful females he lived with and discovered his mother wanted an incestuous, psychic suck! Like his mother, the idea excited him beyond belief, but he'd discovered her desires by being dishonest. He'd visited her merely to say goodnight, but what he saw and heard forced him to stay well beyond the time it would have taken to whisper a silent goodnight. He'd need to be careful to never say or do anything that would lead his mother to suspect he'd broken his promise, and for the same reason, he had to keep the fact he could hear during his trips a secret, a secret that would become more and more difficult to hide from the discerning woman as time went on. His ability - his mother had referred to it as a power last night - gave him more information than he deserved to know, and information was power, so his mother had been accurate with the label. But his major worry revolved around Darla. She'd avoided him last night and this morning, and he needed to know how she felt about what had happened, needed to know how she felt about him. Confused, he grappled with how he felt about her, too. The passionate kiss was the most intimate experience he'd ever had with anyone. He knew he didn't regret it. In fact, he'd love to kiss her again and again, but he worried she might feel otherwise. Glancing to his left, he noticed Darla striding purposefully toward him. At first his face broke into a wide smile. Her shapely legs moved like a jungle cat's, graceful and powerful, and her narrow hips swayed just the right amount to be alluring without being blatant. He adored her overall look, and he could study small pieces of her for hours on end. Good, he's alone, Darla thought. She worried Ellen might have stopped by to flirt with him, and she wanted to talk about what happened between them late yesterday afternoon. God, she was embarrassed. She was supposed to give him a kissing lesson, a lesson he certainly didn't need. Instead, he'd kissed her a hundred times better than she'd ever been kissed before, and the passionate kiss had been so powerful, she'd climaxed when his hand cupped her cunt. Fuck! He probably thinks I'm a slut. Look at him! He's so handsome and smart and sexy, and he's my fucking brother! Fuck! Look at that smile! It's enough to make me melt. She felt her blood running hot just from his look. If he touched her, she'd embarrass them both by falling into his arms. David noticed the worried expression on her face, and his smile faded. She's unhappy. Is she angry with me? Upset about the way I touched her when we kissed. She hates coach's hands on her. Does she feel the same about mine? God, I'd love to pull her into my arms and kiss her right here, pull her onto my lap and put my mouth on hers, and explore her mouth with my tongue while my hands roam over her body. He felt his cock stiffening in his pants and groaned with frustration. "Hi, sis," he said when she settled on the grass next to him. "Hi. We need to talk." "Yeah." "Well?" she said. "I'm not sorry about what happened." He'd decided the best course of action was honesty. "I enjoyed kissing you more than anything I've ever done, and I want to kiss you again and again, but..." "But what?" Damn, he's going to be nice. Don't be nice, bro. Be a son of a bitch so I can get you out of my system. "But I don't know how you feel." "What I feel and what you feel doesn't matter a hell of a lot. You're my brother, and I'm your sister. There's a word for what we did. It's called incest. What happened started off innocently enough..." Like hell, you wanted what happened to happen, even encouraged the situation to move beyond an innocent kissing lesson. "... but we both got carried away by the moment, especially me. I want to apologize..." "Apology not accepted," David said heatedly. "I won't allow you to even attempt an apology for what happened between us yesterday. An apology would cheapen what I consider a highlight in my life. I kissed a girl, a beautiful, sexy girl. I put my arms around a young woman and placed my mouth on hers, and the sensations, the heartfelt feelings I experienced thrilled me beyond description. Don't you dare apologize for that. You can say you'll never let what happened happen again, but don't you dare apologize for the most beautiful and warming experience I've ever had." Tears welled in her eyes and overflowed. Where did this David come from? When did this sensitive and caring man take over my brother's body? "I'm sorry, not for what happened, David, but for wanting to apologize for my behavior. I feel the same as you about what happened, and I'm scared to death." He took her hand in his. "Tell me about it. I don't want to go out with Ellen Saturday night. I want to go out with you. I want to kiss you again, and touch you again, and fall in love with you, but that would be wrong, Darla. We can't fall in love with each other." "I know." She squeezed his hand and brushed the tears from her face with the back of her other hand. He handed her his handkerchief, and she wiped her eyes and blew her nose. "Sorry for the tears, but they are happy tears, David." She smiled brightly, trying to be happier than she felt. "I agree. We can't fall in love with each other, so what are we to do?" "Try our damnedest to keep our wits about us." She chuckled. "Sounds like a plan." She looked beyond her brother and saw Ellen walking toward them. "Speak of the devil. Ellen will join us soon, and I don't want to explain my red eyes to her. We'll talk some more about this tonight. Okay?" He nodded, and she jumped to her feet and hurried away. ------- When David arrived home from school, he found a note from his mother telling him she had some sales calls she needed to make and would arrived home about six that night. She planned to pick up Chinese takeout for dinner on the way home. David pulled a cola from the frig and popped the tab. It was nice to have the place to himself for a change. A month ago, he'd have taken the opportunity to jack off, but with all the climaxes he'd had over the last few days, he didn't feel the need. Besides, he expected his mother to explore her incestuous, psychic suck with him later than night. He had to admit just thinking about it excited him. To dampen his arousal, he thought about the conversation he'd had with Ellen when she'd joined him during lunch after Darla left. Ellen paled in comparison to his sister, which bothered him more than he wanted to admit. He'd been pleasant to Ellen, but his mind kept wandering to his sister and their passionate kiss the night before. After David told Ellen he planned to get his driver's license in a week and a half, they discussed the driver's license test while she flirted with him. By the end of the lunch hour, he'd warmed up to the sexy blonde. She did have magnificent legs, and as she squirmed around on the grass, she showed him all the legs she had and then some. Her panties were pink. David chuckled and settled comfortably on the couch to check out the females he lived with. His mother sat in front of a desk speaking with the owner of a gift shop in Scottsdale, writing up an order. He'd promised to let her know whenever he visited her, and with a wicked invisible grin, he nuzzled her neck with invisible lips. A shocked look entered her eyes, and then she smiled. She knew he was watching her. She finished her sales call and quickly left. Inside her car, she asked, "Are you still with me, David?" Her skirt had risen on her thighs, so he tickled her knee. She laughed. "Naughty! Do your homework. I've one more sales call to make. See you in an hour." If he could hear, he reasoned, he'd obey, and he needed to hide the fact that he could hear on a trip, so he brushed his imaginary lips against hers while he caressed her long, graceful neck with imaginary fingers. When he let the soft kiss evolve into a romantic one, she moaned into his imaginary mouth. Now he could leave, which he did abruptly requesting his consciousness to locate Darla. Cool, he thought when he realized he hovered in the girl's showers at the gym. What a sight! Tall girls, short girls, fat girls and skinny girls, all naked and wet, and his sister was by far the most attractive girl in the showers. He let his eyes study some of the other girls, but they kept returning to his sister. The only one who competed with Darla at all was a younger girl. He tried to remember her name. Then he remembered his sister had mentioned her during a telephone conversation she'd had with Ellen. Barbara Gaines. Barbara was the girl Darla believed was encouraging coach's baser instincts. A pretty girl with perky breasts and dark pubic hair, she was about Darla's height. Her nipples were engorged, probably from the pounding water from the shower, and were larger than his sister's. Feeling naughty, he swooped in and tweaked one of her nipples. An amazed look entered her eyes, and she glanced around to see if anyone had noticed what had just happened. When she relaxed, he gave the other nipple a small pinch, and Barbara's mouth opened, which cause her to choke a little when the water from the shower sprayed into her mouth. David reasoned if she liked to be touched, he could touch her, so using an imaginary finger, he slipped it between the crease of her little pussy, which produced a small moan from the girl. She spun away from him to face the tiled wall and leaned against the wall with her hands on the tiles, presenting a marvelous view of her little ass. Lowering his viewpoint, he could see her pussy between her legs. Was her hymen intact? Extending an imaginary digit, he explored the depth of her cunt, and the sexy girl pushed back, taking his imaginary finger deeply inside her. No hymen. That didn't mean she wasn't a virgin. He'd overheard a conversation his sister had with another gymnast. They'd both lost their maidenheads to the strenuous exercises of gymnastics, and David reasoned Barbara could have ruptured her hymen the same way. From her reaction, she liked his imaginary finger inside her pussy. She kept looking over her shoulder wondering what was happening to her as David continued to finger fuck her. He considered experimenting with a psychic suck, as his mother called it, but he preferred to wait. He wanted his mother to provide his first psychic experience with oral sex, so he wished up another digit and lightly rubbed it over the girl's clitoris. Moving one hand from the tiles, she reached down between her legs to try to discover what was happening to her. David ignored her look of confusion and continued to finger fuck the girl, and lust soon entered her eyes. She bit her lower lip with her upper teeth and her eyes rolled back in her head as an orgasm gripped her and spread through her body. Whimpering, she flashed her narrow hips back and forth at an amazing speed for a few seconds, and David wondered what his cock would feel like inside her as her cunt moved so quickly on and off its length. No doubt, it would feel amazing. When she relaxed, David wished the session to end. When his eyes opened, his cock suddenly pushed painfully at his trousers. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his hard-on, reached for his handkerchief and climaxed. Chuckling, he asked himself why twenty minutes ago he didn't think he needed a climax? A little later, he thought about what he'd done and felt badly. He was no better than coach. Sure, Barbara had appeared to enjoy what he did to her, but what he did was a form of rape. She hadn't given him permission to touch her, let alone permission to fondle her to orgasm. His power could be misused, he decided. What was the saying? Yes. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. He vowed to think before he acted in the future. He actually wanted to apologize to the girl but couldn't. His power had to remain a secret, but he decided he would help her somehow to make up for his bad behavior. Did she really enjoy coach's hands on her? If she didn't, perhaps he could stop the slimy swine from fondling both Barbara and his sister. He leaned back and wished to see Barbara again, not expecting the connection to take place, but he soon hovered over her. She was exiting the showers with a towel wrapped around her. She'd tied the towel so it covered her breasts, but as she walked, her pussy came into view. At her locker, she pulled off the towel and dried herself thoroughly before she started to dress. Where was the coach? Directing his consciousness to move around the gym, he found the man in his office. He'd pushed his pants down on his thighs and was gazing at a monitor while he jacked off. David studied the monitor. He'd tried to do the same once before when he visited his mother while she was working on the computer, but he couldn't see much that day. He'd improved his psychic vision since then, though, and what he saw shocked him. A video camera must be located somewhere inside the girl's locker room, he thought. Coach Connors was watching the girls dress, and at the moment his eyes were focused on Barbara. David slipped ghost-like back to the locker room and searched for the camera, finding it in a vent near the ceiling. I've got you now, you sick fucker, David thought and decided to hang around until both Darla and Barbara left. Dressed before Barbara, Darla left with a couple of other girls. As Barbara started to leave, coach called her into his office. She shook her head. "No, my ride is waiting for me," she said. "I'll take only a minute of your time, Barbara." David could see she was reluctant to enter his office, but finally she strolled toward him, stopping just outside his door. He rose from his desk when he could see she planned to stay where she was. When he stood by her, he looked around. Seeing no one observing him, he placed his hand on her shoulder. "You did a good job on the vault today, Barbara." His hand slipped down on her upper arm. "If you can increase your speed on the approach a little, you'll have the best vault on the team." Glancing furtively at coach's hand, Barbara said, "Thanks. I'm trying really hard." His hand went to her waist, finally sliding down over her butt. She spun gracefully away from him. "Gotta go, coach," she said and danced away from him and his hands. Looking back over her shoulder she smiled and said, "See you tomorrow." Mixed signals, David mused. He couldn't decide if she liked or disliked the sneaky jerk's hands on her. ------- Ellen answered the telephone. "Ellen, it's Tommy. How ya doin'?" "Hi, Tommy. What's up?" He laughed. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Tommy." "Yeah, yeah. Listen, I'm talking to you on my new cell phone. Cool, huh?" "I'm jealous. I've been trying to talk my father into getting me a cell phone for ages." "I'm a block from your house in Neil's car. Wanna go for a ride?" "Is Neil with you?" "He's drivin'." "Sure, as long as you drop me back at my house in an hour." "No, problem. Meet you out front. Bye." With Neil along, Tommy shouldn't be a problem, Ellen reasoned. The last time she'd been with Tommy, he'd all but raped her. Towards the end, she'd become more than willing, so it wasn't rape, but she'd decided not to go out with him again. She fluffed up her hair, freshened her lipstick and hurried downstairs. "I'm going for a ride with Tommy and Neil, Mom. I'll be back for dinner," she hollered at the front door. "Okay. Dinner in an hour. Don't be late." Ellen closed the door without answering and walked to the street just as Neil pulled his car to the curb. Tommy hopped out and held the door for her, and she slid over next to Neil with Tommy climbing in behind her. "Got some good shit," Tommy said as Neil pulled away. He waved a joint in the air and lit it as Neil turned the corner. After taking a deep drag and holding the smoke in his lungs, he passed the joint to Ellen. "I don't know. I'm expected for dinner." "Ah, hell, your parents won't notice if you're a little high. Go ahead." He was right. She'd been high around her parents a number of times. What the hell! She took the joint and sucked smoke into her lungs, passing it back to Tommy. "Neil's turn," Tommy said. "He's driving," she said. "So?" Shrugging, she passed the Mary Jane to Neil and finally let the acrid smoke escape her lungs. "Good shit," she remarked to be pleasant. They drove and talked and when the first joint had burned so low Tommy could no longer hold it with a roach clip, he fired up another one. When Ellen complained again that Neil shouldn't be getting high while behind the wheel, Neil said, "Fine, I'll pull over." He guided the car off the major street they were on into a neighborhood and stopped when they came to a park, which looked deserted except for a family having a picnic on the other side of the park. Ellen wanted to get out of the car, but Tommy wouldn't budge. "It's too damned hot out there." They were parked under the tree, and Neil had not turned off the engine. The vehicle's air conditioning was going full blast. Tommy turned in the seat and pulled a couple of beers from a cooler, handing one to Ellen. "I can't drink this and go home. I'd smell like a brewery." She handed the beer to Neil. "Gotta coke?" "No, but there's a bottle of water." "Great, even better." "You get it." She shrugged, turned in the seat and reached back and down to retrieve the water. That's when she felt Tommy's hand on her thigh, but it didn't remain on her thigh very long because he slid it up under her skirt and cupped her panty-covered pussy. "Tommy! Be nice!" Ellen said as she grabbed the bottle of water. She pushed his hand away and turned to sit facing forward. In the process, her dress ended up around her waist, but she didn't notice as she tilted the water bottle up and took a swig. When she lowered the bottle, Tommy leaned and kissed her. She pushed him away, but by then he had his hand on her pussy again. That's when she realized she was completely exposed. "Jeez, Tommy, we're not alone!" she exclaimed as she tried to pull down the hem on her sundress. "So? Neil doesn't mind, do you, Neil?" "Not at all," he said and turned to her. He cupped her chin in his hand, gazed in her eyes and kissed her. Oh, oh, I'm in trouble, Ellen thought. But she was high, and Tommy's fingers had moved under the leg band of her panties and were rubbing through the damp crease of her pussy, bumping into her clit, and she had to admit that she liked the way Neil kissed. She moaned into Neil's mouth as Tommy shoved his finger inside her cunt. At the same time, Neil moved his hand inside her bodice and squeezed one of her nipples. Then he took her hand and placed it over the bulge in his pants. She didn't mean to, but she squeezed it, and then ran her fingers up and down its length. God, she thought, Neil is big! Tommy took her other hand and placed it around his hard cock. Sometime over the last minute, he'd pulled it out of his pants. Fuck, this is nasty! What the hell am I doing? But she knew what she was doing. She'd fantasized about fucking two boys at the same time, and it looked like the fantasy was about to become a reality. But how? Three people in the front seat of a car didn't compute. Now the back seat... "Let's get in the back seat," Neil said. "Yeah," Tommy agreed and the boys tumbled out each side of the car. Ellen climbed over the seat giggling. Before Tommy closed the back door on his side, he reached up under Ellen's skirt and pulled off her panties. She helped. By the time, Tommy tumbled into the car, Neil had his trousers and shorts off. She'd been correct. Neil was big! She reached and grasped his hard cock with her dainty hand and stroked it. Fuck Tommy, she thought. I want this cock. I want it bad. She rolled over and swiped Neil's huge cock through the crease of her cunt and settled down over it with a sigh. She had to bounce five times before she'd taken it all. "I love it," she exclaimed. "Fuck me, Neil! Fuck me good!" "What about me?" Tommy asked fisting his cock. "In a minute," Ellen said. Her eyes weren't focusing. "Minute, hell," Neil said. "Fuck her doggy style, and she can suck me off," Tommy said. "Sounds like a plan," Ellen commented, but she didn't want to climb off Neil's massive cock. "Come on, Ellen," Tommy whined. "Oh, okay." She rolled off Neil to her knees and he moved behind her, tossing the skirt of her sundress up onto her back. "Put it in, Neil. Hurry!" "I told you she liked to fuck," Tommy said with an evil grin as he slid under Ellen. She reached and wrapped her hand around Tommy's cock. It was bone hard and long, not as long or as thick as the cock in her cunt, but nothing to be ashamed of. She swirled her tongue around the head of Tommy's cock and then sucked half of it into her mouth as Neil drove his monster into her cunt to the hilt. "God, her pussy is tight," Neil stuttered as he thrust into her, which pushed her mouth deeper on Tommy's cock. When Neil reared back to thrust, Ellen moved her mouth up off of Tommy's shaft, keeping only the head in her mouth. When Neil slammed his cock home, Ellen swallowed as much of Tommy's cock as she could. Not to be denied, Ellen reached with one hand between her legs and rubbed her clit while Neil fucked her and she sucked Tommy off. They soon established a smooth rhythm, and moans and grunts and groans filled the interior of the car. Ten minutes later, Tommy climaxed first, and Neil was a close second. Ellen didn't like the taste of Tommy's come, so she let it dribble out all over his cock and balls. While Neil was still spurting come into her cunt, she climaxed and squealed like a banshee, humping back around Neil's throbbing cock. Neil collapsed onto Ellen's back, which forced her to fall onto Tommy's belly. A few minutes later when they recovered, Ellen sat up between the two boys and noticed Tommy's come had stained the front of her sundress when she'd collapsed onto his belly. It was a large stain, very noticeable. "Fuck! I can't go home looking like this!" "Then don't go home," Tommy said. "Call and make an excuse, and we'll ride around some more, drink some beer, smoke some more dope and fuck again." "I know a gas station with one of those air hand dryers in the restroom," Neil said. "You can take off the dress, wash Tommy's come off and dry the dress with the dryer." "Now that's a plan," Ellen said with a smile. She turned to Tommy. "And I like your plan, too. Let's do both." ------- When the phone rang about nine o'clock and his mother announced it was Ellen calling for Darla, David moved to his room, locked the door and phased out, connecting with his sister. He turned up the volume on Ellen's voice so he could hear both sides of the conversation. "What's ya doin'?" Ellen asked, her voice slurring a little. "Homework. What about you?" Darla said. "I'm with Tommy and Neil. Wanna join us?" "I thought you said you weren't going out with Tommy anymore." "Yeah, well, I changed my mind. Come on, Darla. The party's one girl shy. Live a little. They've got some killer dope, and couple of six packs, and..." "I thought so. You sounded high when I answered the phone. No thanks, Ellen. I'll pass." "Okay, if that's the way you want it. Don't say I didn't try. Fuck, you'll be a virgin when you're old and gray at the rate you're goin'. I'll just have to take care of both of them - again." She considered her implication hilarious because she laughed uproariously. "Jeez, Ellen, sometimes you can be such a cunt," Darla said when Ellen calmed down. "Yeah, that's me. I'm all cunt tonight. As big as Neil is, I need to be all cunt." She giggled inanely. "Go home, Ellen, before you get in trouble. Are Neil and Tommy as high as you?" She giggled again. "Not right now. I just took all the high out of them." "Goodnight, Ellen," Darla said and hung up. I need a new best friend, Darla thought. Ellen is going off the deep end. Fuck! And my innocent brother has a date with the slut Saturday. He'll think I'm a bitch, but somehow I've got to keep him away from her. A knock sounded at the door. "It's open." David walked in and plunked down on a chair. She was on her bed propped up on some pillows. Because she'd planned to go to sleep when she finished her homework, she'd dressed for bed, wearing a t-shirt and some comfortable, cotton panties. "I've been thinking about Saturday night," David said. She tilted her head. Would he give her an opening so she could squelch his date with Ellen? "What about Saturday night?" "I'm not sure I want to start dating yet." Hooray! He gave me an opening I could drive an eighteen-wheeler through. "Then don't, bro. And I've a suggestion for you. When you start dating, date a girl younger than you. Girls mature faster than boys. Start on a level playing field." He smiled. "Good suggestion. I'll take it to heart. What about Saturday? Any ideas how I can get out of my date with Ellen? She's your best friend. I don't want to cause troubles between the two of you by being too blunt." She shrugged and said, "Don't worry about Ellen and me, and she's not my best friend. I'm not sure I even want her for a friend. Be as blunt as you want. Ellen has... well, let me just say Ellen has changed a lot this year. We don't really fit as friends anymore." David smiled. "I'm glad. I heard some rumors at school today. I don't normally pay much attention to rumors, but... let me just say I think the field Ellen and I would play on would be a steep incline indeed." Darla grinned and then chuckled. "A veritable precipice. The rumors about Ellen are probably true, David." He stood. "Thanks for letting me bend your ear, sis, and thanks for being honest with me." She rolled her feet to the floor. "You're welcome," she said as she moved toward him. "Give he a hug." He wrapped his strong arms around her, and her body tingled from head to foot. Why did this hunk have to be her brother? Fuck! When he leaned and gave her a soft kiss, she melted against him. It was as if she was molten metal and he was the vat that contained her. Her heart raced, and her body temperature approached that of molten metal, too. When he pulled his head back from the kiss, she gazed up into his liquid, dark eyes and felt his cock lengthening against her. They looked at each other with love and lust in their eyes, and Darla wanted him to kiss her again, a soft kiss that became romantic, and finally passionate, as passionate as she felt at the moment, which was a lot. David cleared his throat. "My wits are quickly turning to mush, sis." "Yeah, mine, too. Goodnight." He released her and stepped back. "Goodnight." ------- Chapter 5 When David checked on his mother, she was sound asleep. He hovered over her face and gave her a soft, goodnight kiss, and then watched her sleep for a while. Like Darla, when she slept she looked so childlike and innocent. She rolled over and the sheet fell away. She was naked. Her voluptuous, naked body, unlike her face, looked neither childlike nor innocent. He caressed the side of her face with feather-like touches and kissed her neck just below her ear and suddenly realized what he'd been missing with his psychic kisses. Taste! He wished for the sense of taste and girded the entity he was for a mishmash of various flavors and wasn't disappointed, nearly gagging when thousands of tastes assaulted him at one time. He quickly wished for the flavors to leave, and then started bringing up flavors one at a time. He did the same with scents. His mother stirred when he tasted her pussy, but merely rolled over in her sleep. He now knew what various parts of her body tasted and smelled like, but suspected saving the settings would provide false positives. Instead, he saved the locations on her body, so her actual flavors and fragrances at any given time could be called up when he connected with her. He anticipated her scents would change depending on her level of activity, when she'd bathed, and other possible variables, so many no matter how hard he tried, he'd miss some. The last thing he wanted was to have her smell the same all the time when he knew her scents changed slightly from moment to moment. When he'd explored all the flavors and scents on the woman who'd brought him into the world, he switched and did the same with his sister. Her pussy tasted sweeter than his mother's, but her little pucker was more pungent. He didn't prefer one over the other, merely appreciated the differences. Finished with the females he lived with, he roamed the house and cataloged all the flavors and scents he could discover. He enjoyed his mother's candles, and many of the scents contained in her makeup. The taste of his sister's lipstick became one of his favorites, and he hoped he'd have a chance to kiss her again and taste her lipstick directly from her lips. In the kitchen, he tasted and smelled the bread on the counter, and the scent and flavor of a banana, and wished the refrigerator door were open so he could catalogue the various foods inside. Then he remembered he had imaginary fingers with an opposing thumb, so he opened the refrigerator door. The light came on, and he smiled. What would Darla think if she got up for a glass of milk? The sun was coming up when he reentered his body and his eyes opened. He'd spent the entire night cataloguing scents and flavors. With his body in a deep delta state while his consciousness made a trip, he didn't worry about being tired when he awakened. He'd probably be more rested than his mother or sister. Tomorrow night after everyone was asleep, he'd visit Barbara Gaines' home and catalogue any new scents and flavors he found there, and if he could ever connect with others while on a trip, he'd do the same with them and their environments. Sight and sound were almost perfected. Touch needed a little more work, and he'd made great strides with taste and smell. Soon his flights of consciousness would carry a close proximity of the five senses he enjoyed when he was conscious. He showered and pulled on a pair of walking shorts. In the kitchen he perked coffee for his mother and squeezed some oranges so his ladies could have fresh orange juice. The coffee smelled good, so he poured himself a cup. He didn't have the coffee habit, but he loved the taste, especially with cream and sugar. He stepped outside onto the patio. At five in the morning the air was cool and clean. He sipped coffee and looked out over their yard. Petunias were in full bloom, and the oleander bush in the corner had so many pink flowers on it the limbs sagged toward the ground. His mother had made a nice home for him. For Darla, too. Love for the women in his life washed over him. He felt at peace. Why had he fought being an early riser all these years? Part of it, he knew, was he hated to give up a day so he stayed up late. Now he could roam all night and could still wake up refreshed. His flights of consciousness had some real advantages. He leaned back and checked on his mother and sister. Darla was still asleep, but his mother was starting to rouse. He returned to his body pleased that during the visits he could smell each of them including the various odors in their rooms. He'd pulled the sights and sounds and fragrances into a harmonious whole. He kicked off his walking shorts and moved into the swimming pool naked. The water was cold, but not too cold, and he pushed himself through fifty laps. He returned and sat by the patio table, electing to let his body air dry before he pulled the shorts back on. The bittersweet taste of the orange juice felt pleasant in his mouth and gave his body nourishment. Leaning back, he checked on the ladies again. Darla was still sound asleep, but his mother was drying off after her shower. He'd promised to touch her if he visited, so he took a corner of her towel in his imaginary hand and helped her finish drying. "David, you're amazing," his mother whispered. While she was hanging up the towel, he wished for his entity to take the shape of his body and pulled his mother into his arms. "What?" she squeaked with surprise. He hushed her by giving her a soft kiss, a kiss that moved quickly to a romantic embrace. He allowed his hands to roam over her body, like he'd done with his sister during their passionate kiss. His mother didn't seem to mind. In fact, she moaned and melted into the embrace and kissed him back with fervor. When he inserted an imaginary tongue into her mouth, she gasped, but not from shock. As the kiss stretched out, he fondled her breasts, softly pinching her baby-chewed nipples, and while tasting the inside of her mouth he found a new flavor. She'd obviously brushed her teeth before showering. She didn't know what to do with her hands and arms. He could touch her, could feel her everywhere she touched the entity he'd formed for the embrace, but she couldn't touch him because he didn't exist in three dimensions. She could feel his hands and fingers on her, but she couldn't grasp them. She could feel his mouth on hers, but she couldn't put her arms around him like he held her. He resolved to fix the problem somehow as soon as possible. "Yes!" she gushed when his imaginary fingers started to caress her vulva. He took her by the hand and pulled her toward the bed, arranging her on her back with her knees up and splayed, one of the most beautiful yet obscene postures he'd ever seen. He branded the sight in his consciousness so he could revisit it for the rest of his life. A new scent assaulted him, and a quick investigation proved his assumption correct about her scents changing. Her cunt smelled differently now than it had the night before. Would it taste differently, too? Yes! So much more pleasing! He wallowed in the delicious flavors and reveled in her many fragrances. He willed his tongue to be longer and stabbed her with it over and over again while he rubbed an imaginary nose over her clitoris. He did the same with a finger while his tongue lashed the nubbin. He didn't know how many times she climaxed while he performed his incestuous, psychic suck. He lost count after the fourth one. Finally she collapsed and wept, but she wept with pleasure, not pain. "No more. Please, no more. Oh, God, David that was wonderful!" When he reentered his body sitting on the patio chair, he missed her fragrance under his imaginary nose, missed her delicious flavors on his imaginary tongue, missed the feel of her satiny flesh under his hands, and missed the small and large sounds of passion she emitted. But he could remember. He had an excellent memory, and before he could wrap his hand around his instantly hard cock, it erupted and made a mess over his belly and chest. Later after Darla caught her ride to school, his mother took his face between her hands and kissed him softly. "Thank you, David." "The pleasure was all mine." "Hah! You were there; you know better." "Do you feel guilty?" She shook her head. "Good. I feel only one emotion, Mom, and that's love. And don't get your panties in a twist. I'm not in love with you, or falling in love with you. You're my mother, and I love you, and I'm happy you enjoyed this morning as much as I did." "David, ah..." she said and blushed. "David, do you think sometime you could... damn this is embarrassing, so I'll just say it. Do you think sometime you could give me a psychic fuck?" No, David thought with a grin, but I can give you an incestuous, psychic fuck. He nodded. "Not right away. Surprise me sometime." ------- Darla watched her brother stride to his tree. He's so tall, she thought, and he'll get taller, and he'll fill out some more, but he already looks strong with his wide shoulders and deep chest. There's so much potential there in his slim frame and ropey muscles. In the last year, his face has lost its childlike roundness and thinned to a rugged masculinity. We share some features like our dark eyes and complexion, but they look better on him than me. She couldn't get their kiss out of her mind. The sensations it evoked sneaked up on her and rippled through her body when she least expected it, causing joyful shivers and a quickening of her breath. As David had said, they needed to keep their wits about them, but damn it, she wanted him to kiss her again. He smiled when he saw her approaching him, which pleased her. Why did they fight so much before? She didn't have an answer, but she hoped the truce they'd fashioned would never end. "Hi, sis," he said, his voice a low melody. "Hi. May I join you for lunch?" His smile broadened. "Of course. I can't think of anyone I'd rather break bread with than you." They settled on the grass together. "Have you seen Ellen today?" he asked between bites. "She's not in school. Rumor has it she didn't get home until well after midnight. If I know her Dad, and I do, she's probably grounded for the rest of her life. I don't think you'll need to be blunt with her. If she's grounded, she'll call you and cancel the date." "Good." "She'll want to reschedule it, though." "I'll be appropriately vague. She's not the type of girl I want to date, Darla." "Good." "You're the type of girl I want to date." She smiled at him. "I know what you mean. Why do you have to be my brother, bro?" "Just lucky, I guess. I have a question. What happens to the gymnastic program if coach gets fired?" She shrugged. "Nothing, probably. The assistant coach is pretty good and would most likely take over the program until a new coach is brought in. Why do you ask? You're not getting involved in my problem, are you?" "Maybe, but only in a peripheral way. One more question. Have you seen the coach touching any of the other girls inappropriately?" "I think so. He seems particularly interested in a freshman girl named Barbara Gaines." "A cute brunette with blue eyes about your height?" "Yeah." "I need a favor. Would you have a conversation with her about coach? I've been nosing around, and I think I can get the slime bag fired without involving either of us, but the Gaines girl could attract some fallout, which wouldn't be fair if she detests his hands on her as much as you do." David loved the way his sister's eyes glinted when she was angry, even if he were the source of her anger. "I asked you to stay away from this problem, David. I can handle coach. He hasn't felt me up since I threatened him." "I don't doubt your ability to handle the sneaky pervert, sis, but can a younger or more timid girl handle him as well as you? He has no business being in a position of authority over young girls if he can't keep his hands off them. Am I right or wrong?" She fumed, but said, "You're right. How can you get him fired without becoming involved?" "Anonymously." He grinned. "Damn it! You're infuriating. Explain!" "And you're cute when you're angry. I sure do want to kiss you right now." "Yeah. And I want to kiss you, too, but we can't, so tell me how you plan to get the dirty old man fired." "If I tell you, you couldn't resist becoming involved, which could prove disastrous at this juncture. Talk to Barbara. If she doesn't like coach's hands on her, I want the two of you to meet me at Denny's right after practice. If she enjoys playing games with the perverted son of a bitch, let her stew in her own juices and meet me by yourself. Okay?" "Tell me, damn it!" "Uh-uh. I'll tell you this. He won't be fired for touching you or any of the other girls. That's why you won't be involved. It's not a complicated plan. It's easy and can probably be achieved with one anonymous phone call. I'd have made the call already except I wanted to warn you and any of the other girls he's fondled to keep your mouths shut about the fondling so those charges aren't added to his other crimes. I have no doubt certain authorities will question each of you. Today's Thursday. I'd like tomorrow to be coach's last day. I'll make the call from Denny's payphone this afternoon." "Okay, I would like to see the filthy freak fired." "Talk to Barbara after practice, not before, and don't act any differently than you would otherwise." She nodded and grinned. "You want to kiss me, huh?" "In the worst way." "Good. I'm glad I'm not the only one in pain." She glanced at her wristwatch. "Gotta go, bro. I'll see you at Denny's after practice." ------- David watched as Coach Connors pulled a videotape from a VCR and placed it in the large drawer at right side of his desk. Glancing into the drawer before coach closed it, David noticed about twenty tapes. Coach locked the drawer. He's not only watching the girls, he's taping them, too, which presents a new, serious problem, David thought. He'd discuss it with Darla at Denny's. Barbara, too. He'd listened to his sister's conversion with Barbara. The younger gymnast would be joining them at the restaurant. David had admired his sister's interrogation style. Talk about blunt! "Barbara, is coach feeling you up?" Darla had asked as she walked with Barbara out of the gym. The younger girl's blue eyes had widened with shock and fear, and she'd pursed her lips as she shook her head. "Ah, come on, Barbara. I saw the way he lifted you to the high bar today. He actually rubbed your pussy with his fingers. Do you like his hands all over you?" Barbara shook her head and tears welled in her eyes. "I hate it!" she whispered passionately. "Hate it!" "I know how you feel. He used to grope me like that, too." "He did?" "Uh-huh. I told him if he ever touched me inappropriately again, I'd report him to the principal." Barbara squared her shoulders. "Then that's what I'll do. I love gymnastics. It's the only thing I'm really good at. I let him keep touching me at first because I wanted to make the team. After I made the cut, I tried to avoid him, but..." "Listen, my brother - do you know my brother?" "Not really. I know what he looks like, but I've never met him." "That's what I thought. Anyway, David has a plan to get coach fired, and he wants us to meet him at Denny's to talk about it. Can you join us?" "I want to, but my mom's waiting in the parking lot to drive me home." "Would she consider dropping us off at Denny' and picking you up a little later?" After David watched and listened to the girls convince Barbara's mother to drop them off, he returned to his body, opened the toilet stall and went back to his table in the non-smoking section. They arrived five minutes later. Darla introduced Barbara to David, and they ordered soft drinks. "Okay, hot shot, tell us your plan," Darla said. "Hot shot?" "Just an expression. Come on. Give!" David chuckled. "As I told you, I've been doing some digging, and I discovered coach has a video camera hidden behind a vent in the girl's locker room at the gym." "What?" "Yeah. He's such a sleaze. The video camera is hooked to a television and VCR in his office. He watches the girls get undressed and dressed, and masturbates behind a locked door while he watches. I discovered new information today, though, that presents a more serious problem. He also tapes the sessions. He keeps the videos in a locked desk drawer in his office, but he could have others at his home. I'd planned to expose the camera and his activities while he watched and have the school authorities set up a sting operation, but the videos complicate the issue. As you know, Darla, I didn't want you or Barbara to have any involvement, but if he has you on tape, I don't know how to avoid getting you involved. Any ideas?" Both girls sat stunned. Fear filled Barbara's eyes, but Darla looked so angry, David expected a series of expletives to rush from her mouth any second. His little sister was accomplished at cursing. Darla turned to Barbara. "Do you understand the implications the tapes present, Barbara?" She shook her head. "Without the tapes, David could have made an anonymous call to the principal or assistant principal. The school would have investigated and fired the coach, and none of the girls, including you and me, would be involved. More importantly, the school would not have reported the incident to anyone. They'd have kept the situation quiet to avoid the public outcry that would surely take place if word about coach's sleazy activities got out. The videotapes complicate the issue." Darla turned to her brother. "Did I assess the situation correctly?" "I couldn't have said it better myself. With the existence of tapes of naked female students, the school can't avoid calling in the law. Coach will not only be fired but also arrested. The situation will become public knowledge, and neither of you can avoid the notoriety of being one of coach's victims. There will be a trial, which means the tapes will be shown during the trial. The news media will have a field day. Child pornography and pedophilia always improve their ratings." "Fuck!" Darla exclaimed. "My sentiments exactly," Barbara said. Her expression had changed from fear to anger. She's so damned cute, not beautiful like Darla, David thought, but I like her look, and her intense blue eyes create an interesting contrast with her dark hair. "Well, now you know the situation," David said. "You two should decide what to do. You'll be involved, not me. Any suggestions?" "Doing nothing is not an option, I suppose," Darla said. "Could you get undressed and take a shower knowing you're being videotaped while coach plays with himself?" David asked. "No!" both girls exclaimed simultaneously. "We could break in and take the tapes," Barbara suggested. "Won't work," Darla said. "Why?" Barbara asked. "He'd know someone was on to him. He'd merely remove the camera from the vent, destroy any other tapes he has and deny any allegations made against him." "The possibility of 'other tapes' concerns me more than anything," David said. "Does he use the tapes only for his own sick pleasure, or has he sold or given them to others with the same sick sexual kink he has? It's even possible they're available over the Internet." "Fuck!" Barbara exclaimed. "Yeah, fuck!" Darla added. "I know one thing. I'm not going to practice tomorrow." "Me, neither," Barbara said and shuddered. "I think we need more information before we can decide what to do about the problem," Darla announced. "Can you do some more digging, David?" "I can't promises I'll find anything new, but I'll try." "Obviously you have a source," Darla added. "Is he or she unnamed, or can you tell us who it is?" "Definitely unnamed." I need to spend some quality time with my unnamed source during one or more trips, he thought and hoped he could somehow make a connection with the vile man. "Tomorrow's Friday. With the two of you skipping practice tomorrow, we have the weekend to decide on our course of action. At this point, it's agreed that doing nothing is not an option, and the worst-case scenario dictates that I make an anonymous call on Monday, and let the chips fall where they may. Meanwhile, let's try to improve the worst-case scenario." The girls nodded. ------- After dinner, David went to his room and tried to connect with Coach Connors. Nothing. While out, he switched and connected with Barbara. She was helping her mother clean up the dinner mess, and their conversation seemed innocuous. Good. Barbara wouldn't let the cat out of the bag. When his eyes opened he heard a knock on the door. "Come in," he said. Darla entered and sat on the computer chair. "Now we're alone, can you tell me your source, David?" He shook his head. "Sorry. I made some serious promises." Darla nodded as she bit her lip with concern. "I've been thinking. Do you think we could force coach to resign?" "Possibly. Let's make sure we understand each other. Are you suggesting we gather evidence and confront coach, leaving him no alternative but to bend to our will? In other words, blackmail him." "Yeah, that's exactly what I had in mind." "I see a couple of problems with your scenario. If he resigns, he'd merely find another coaching job with another school and do the same thing with the girls at the new school he's doing at this one. Do you want those girls on your conscience?" "No, of course not, but we could insist that he never coach again as one of the conditions to avoid prosecution." "Maybe, but if he moves to another city, we'd lose track of him. Soon, he'd return to his old habits. The tapes really bother me, Darla. If he were just a peeper and toucher, being fired worked for me. I'm not so sure losing his job is enough punishment now. How long has Connors been coaching?" Darla shrugged. "He's around forty years old, so I'd guess in the neighborhood of twenty years." "He's obviously a pedophile, and I understand pedophilia can't be cured. It's my guess over the last twenty years he's done more than grope and tape girls. I'd wager he's had sex with a few of them, maybe even raped some of them, though legally the age of the girls makes it rape whether the sex is consensual or not." Darla shuddered. "Let's talk about another possible problem I see with your scenario. Is coach prone to violence?" "No, I don't think so. When I confronted him, if looks could kill, I'd be dead, but he didn't resort to violence." "Then your answer is you don't know?" "Yeah." "We need to know. If we confront him, and he becomes violent, I don't know if I could handle him. I'm bigger than he is, but size doesn't matter to a bullet." Darla's mouth gaped in shock. "Fuck! I never thought of that." "Yeah. Whatever we do, I'd rather the three of us remain anonymous, which brings me to your idea about skipping practice tomorrow. You or Barbara, preferably both of you, need to go. I don't want him to tie your absence to subsequent events we'll put in place." "No way, bro. I'm not letting that crud see me naked again." "Then change in a toilet stall and shower at home, not the gym." She considered his suggestion. "I could do that, but I think Barbara should go home sick. I don't think she could pull it off. Besides, she's the one coach is pursuing right now." "Good point. Give Barbara a call and let her know about the new plans for tomorrow. It's possible by Saturday morning I'll have enough information for us to make the right decision about our course of action." Darla stood. "David, when you mentioned you and a bullet in the same breath, you scared the life out of me. I need a hug." She looked at him with such longing he couldn't resist. Besides, he needed her in his arms as much as she needed a hug. He rolled off the bed to his feet and held out his arms, and she rushed into them. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she turned her head and laid it on his chest as she squeezed hard, pulling her body as tightly to his as she could. Yes, this was what she needed, what she'd been craving all day. She needed her brother's arms around her. He had frightened her when he suggested that coach could be violent, but in truth she used it as an excuse to ask for the hug. When she looked up at him, her heart felt like it skipped a beat, and then it started beating faster and faster as if to make up for the lost beat. But she knew her heartbeat raced because she was excited. Having her brother's arms around her excited her. Her eyes locked on his. Did her eyes look as hungry as his? Did he want to kiss her again as much as she wanted his lips on hers? She laid her ear against his chest again and listened to the thumping of his heart. It sounded like it was racing like hers, and unconsciously her heartbeat synchronized and thumped rhythmically with his. She felt hot, and she could feel his heat. She could also feel his cock thickening, and she wanted to touch it again. She wanted him to press his sensual lips to hers. She wanted to let herself go like she'd done before and lose the world around her until she could only feel, only experience the lovely sensations of arousal and need as his mouth explored hers, as his hands explored her body taking her arousal higher and higher until her passion exploded. She looked up at him again and saw his love - his lust. Yes, he wanted her. He wanted to kiss her again. But he wouldn't, she knew. He had his wits about him. She raised her arms from his waist and slid them up between them until she cupped his face in each of her hands, and on tiptoes, she brushed his lips with hers. His arms tightened around her, and she knew he was fully erect now. She leaned back from his lips and looked into his eyes. Did he still have his wits about him? Not completely, he looked half-witted, and at that was probably half again more witted than she at that moment. She ran her fingers through his hair and studied his lips. They were full and pinkish and moist and open slightly, and she couldn't stop herself, so she kissed them again. She pushed her tongue between that slight opening, licking his lower lip first and then his full upper lip, raking her lively tongue across his teeth in between, and all his wits must have melted away, because he moaned into her mouth and mashed his lips to hers. Yes! She didn't hesitate. She rubbed the mound of her cunt over his hard-on, but she wanted a more direct connection and pulled one hand down and touched him, ran her fingers along his erection. So big! So hard! He'd given her a climax the last time they kissed. She'd love nothing more than to return the favor. His tongue plunged into her mouth, and his hands moved under the t-shirt she wore and roamed over her bare back. Then one of them moved between them and onto a breast. His fingers squeezed, but not too hard, and his hand was large enough to hold almost all of her breast. His other hand moved and covered her other breast. Gasping, she squeezed his hard cock like he squeezed her breast. When he rolled his palms over her nipples, she rolled her palm over the head of his hard, pulsing shaft. She had to have it in her hand. Suddenly, holding his long, hard cock in her hand had become a compulsion, and using both hands she fumbled with his pants, and that's when he stepped back. He gasped for air and his face was flush. Somehow, he'd found an iota of wit. "We can't, Darla," he said between gasps. Tears filled her eyes, and her arms went around his waist again as she laid her head against his strong chest. "I know," she whispered. The phone rang. "David, it's Ellen," Mother shouted from her office. David didn't ask her to leave, so Darla listened while he spoke to Ellen. She'd been correct. She'd called to cancel the date. Ellen also tried to reschedule in two weeks, but David danced around setting a firm date and finally hung up. "Good job, bro," she said. "I'll go call Barbara with the new plans." "Ellen wants you to call her," he said. "Yeah, well I hope she's not holding her breath." He shrugged. "I've done my duty. I told you." At the door, Darla turned her head and looked over her shoulder at him. "I'm not sorry my wits turned into mush, David. When I'm around you I become dimwitted." He smiled. "I've always had a soft spot in my heart for the dimwitted among us." After she left, David flopped back onto his bed. He and Darla were playing dangerous games. The games he played with his mother paled in comparison. Tonight had been a problem. He'd nearly lost all his wits, but his mother's presence in the house helped him maintain a semblance of control. What would happen after she left on Wednesday? At least he'd accomplished one of his goals tonight. He'd talked Darla into going to practice tomorrow. He'd connect with her while she was there, and stay with coach until he could find something that would solve Darla and Barbara's problem without forcing them to go through the notoriety of being his victims. Because he couldn't connect with coach, he'd connect with his sister, and once he hovered over the coach, David would need to stay with him until he discovered all the information he needed. So the trip would be long, four or five hours, maybe longer, and he'd be unconscious the entire time. His body needed to be someplace safe and undisturbed during his trip. He couldn't use his room unless he informed his mother he could connect with his sister as well as her. Worse, she'd want to know why he'd be gone so long, and he'd need to tell her about coach and the girls. Enlisting his mother's help wouldn't work, but he needed help and wondered whom he could call on and trust. He needed help from someone who would not require a detailed explanation, someone who would help him because he was a friend. He could think of only one person, Tim Darlington. ------- Chapter 6 It was five-thirty in the morning, and the air was brisk and clean. David's body felt rested but vibrant. He'd extended his morning swim from fifty laps to sixty. Last night after another exhilarating incestuous, psychic suck with his mother, he'd continued to perfect his senses while his consciousness roamed his home. He'd visited Barbara and her home as well, but his numerous attempts to connect with Coach Connors had all failed. Naked, he was air-drying his body after his swim, when his mother stepped out onto the patio. "Thanks for making coffee, David," she said as she walked toward him with a cup in her hand. Then her stride faltered when she noted he was naked. Recovering quickly, she smiled and added, "I see you've been skinny dipping." He blushed and reached for his walking shorts. "Don't," his mother said. "You'll get them wet. I don't mind if you're naked if you don't." He shrugged and dropped the shorts back to the cool deck. Being embarrassed about his nakedness did seem a bit silly considering the psychic sexual games he'd been playing with his mother. She sat across the table from him and sipped her coffee. The glass tabletop allowed her to see her son's nakedness, and she took advantage of the situation and looked. "You're developing into a handsome young man, David. I'm proud of you." Good golly Miss Molly, my son is hung! She wondered what that monster would look like angry and erect. She didn't wonder long. Damn, I'm getting a hard-on, David thought. Should I put my shorts on? Or... ah hell, I've seen her naked, and she seems to enjoy seeing me naked. She knew she shouldn't stare, but she couldn't take her eyes off her son's cock as it unfolded and lengthened. Within seconds it stood straight up, waving long and proud. "Impressive," she whispered, not realizing she'd said the word out loud. "Thanks, I guess," David said. The sound of his voice forced her to remove her eyes from his hard-on and look at his face. "Sorry, Mom, but I don't have much control over my erections." She chuckled and glanced furtively at his hard-on again. "Obviously." Lord help me, I want to... no, don't even think it. She licked her lips as she continued to stare. "You're larger than your father, David." He didn't say anything, didn't know what to say. She raised her eyes to his. "I enjoyed last night, Son. Your psychic powers are amazing. Stick out your tongue." "What?" "Stick out your tongue, please." He did as she asked. "Suspicions confirmed. The tongue you used last night was much longer." He grinned. "Yeah. I can make it any length I want." She shook her head and squirmed in her chair. Then it hit her! She'd told him last night when he was stabbing her with his imaginary tongue that she wished it were longer. "You can hear during your trips now, can't you, David?" He nodded. "Yes, I have a fair amount of control over all five senses. I love your scents, especially the fragrance of your arousal, and the taste! Oh, Mom, your... ah, your pussy is absolutely scrumptious!" He grasped his hard shaft in his hand - an unconscious move. He's heard me talking nasty! Though initially embarrassed, she recovered quickly, and tried to remember some of the things she'd said. When excited, she usually used dirty words. Dirty words turned her on. The more she thought about it, the more she was glad he'd heard her talking nasty. That ice had been broken. She noted his hand fisting his cock. He's hot, she thought. He's enjoying this situation. Me, too. How far should I take it? He'll follow my lead. He's given me so many climaxes I lost count long ago. Should I return the favor? God, I want to! I want to wrap my fingers around his cock and feel its heat, feel it throb in my hand, in my mouth, in my cunt. Stop it! Control yourself. "Go ahead," she whispered. From his expression, her suggestion must have confused him. "Go ahead. Jack off. I want to watch." That's when he realized his hand was around his cock. He jerked it away. She grimaced. "Sorry, Son. I guess I went too far." Suddenly he understood. His reluctance had shamed her, which was not his intent. She'd accepted his strange powers, even helped him develop them without condemnation or reluctance. If she wanted to watch, he'd let her watch. Besides, her eyes on his erection excited him. He returned his hand and stroked his shaft, emitting a soft moan. "You don't have to..." "No, I want to," he said, interrupting her. "I like your eyes on me." With the statement, he understood his mother's exhibitionism for the first time. No one had ever watched him jack off before, and he found the concept exciting. Her eyes were fixed on his cock, on his stroking hand. To enhance her view, he slid forward on the chair a little and cupped his balls with his other hand. "Would you rather watch or be watched?" he asked. "Be watched, but... right now I want to watch." "Am I really larger than Dad?" "Uh-huh." She licked her lips again. She gets as excited watching as she does being watched. She's drooling. Does she want to taste me? "You want my hand to be your hand, don't you?" he said. Would she do it? Would she wrap her long fingers around his hard-on and stroke it until he came all over her hand? And if she did, would either of them feel guilty afterwards? Maybe. Probably. She didn't speak. Her eyes darted to his and then back to his cock. She nodded. "You want to touch me, wrap your hand around me, and stroke me. And you keep licking your lips. You want to taste me, too, don't you?" "Yes," she said quietly. "I want to touch you." She raised her eyes to his again. "I want to touch you, taste you and more." She licked her lips and her eyes became unfocused. Then she shook her head, and her eyes refocused and gazed directly at him. "But I won't." She smiled. "I'll watch you, though." "Are you getting close?" she asked when her eyes dropped to his cock again. "Yes." "I'm hot, too." "Go ahead and touch yourself." "Wouldn't seeing me in the flesh make you feel guilty?" "No. Does watching me like this make you feel guilty?" She grinned. "No. I have a confession to make. I watched you jack off once about two years ago. Watching you excited me. I went to my room..." Her grin left her face, and lust filled her eyes. "I didn't feel guilty then, and I don't feel guilty now." She stood and quickly pushed her shorts and panties to the cool deck. Returning to her chair, she slid forward and splayed her legs. It wasn't as though he hadn't seen her like this before. It was David's turn to stare. He'd seen the sight before, but not while in his body. This time he was flesh and blood, not an apparition, and being in his body enhanced everything, every sight, every smell, every touch. He couldn't take his eyes off her as her fingers pulled her labia apart giving him an interior view of her cunt. Her vulva glistened like dew in the early morning sunlight, and he gasped when she dipped a finger inside and then rolled it around her prominent clitoris. "God, that's sexy," he said. "No more sexy than watching you stroke your long cock, David." "I can smell the fragrance of your cunt from here." He wasn't concerned about using nasty words. His mother used them whenever she was excited. Besides, they excited him. Nasty could be very nice. "And I can see your shaft throb from here," she said as she jammed a finger inside her as far as it would go. "Last night, your tongue was longer than my finger." Her hips started to move a little when she added another finger. "Thicker, too." She eyed his cock. "But not as long or as thick as your huge cock. How long is it? I know teenaged boys, so I know you've measured it." "Just shy of eight inches." "When you give me a psychic fuck, fashion a cock identical to yours, David. Don't make it larger like you did your tongue. I want to feel what it would be like to actually have your cock inside me." "All right." He jerked his hand from his cock. One more stroke and he would have climaxed. He couldn't remember ever being so hot, but he'd had the same thought many times before. Regardless, he was so close he nearly climaxed without touching himself. "No, don't stop," she said. "I'm close. I'll come when you come. I want to watch your semen squirt out. I want to see its force and gauge its volume, so when you give me a psychic fuck I can use this experience to imagine your come flying into my cunt." David groaned, and when his hand made one last stroke, his balls lifted and tightened, and he felt semen fly up through his shaft and shoot into the air. His eyes started to roll back into his head as his body stiffened, but he forced himself to continue watching his mother as another contraction wracked his body, and a second rope of white stuff flew through the air to fall to his chest. "Yes!" she exclaimed, her eyes fixed on his spurting cock. She grimaced as the first contraction of her orgasm jerked her body stiff. But like him, she concentrated and watched him as he moved through his orgasm. They watched and were watched. David noted she had at least five contractions to each of his. He'd read somewhere that a female's orgasm was stronger and lasted longer than a male's, and incongruously he wondered how one could measure the intensity of an orgasm. With that silly thought, he let his eyes roll back as his last contraction jerked his hips off the chair and he held steady to expand the time the blissful sensations of the orgasm visited him. When he collapsed back to the chair, he opened his eyes and watched his mother move through the rest of her climax. The pink flush of orgasm she wore made her look so beautiful he knew he'd never tire of watching her climax. Suddenly she relaxed and opened her eyes. She smiled shyly. "Whew! That was intense." He nodded. Would she feel guilty now? He didn't. If she'd touched him or more, he believed he'd be feeling so much guilt he probably couldn't look her in the eye. He returned her smile, and her expression turned from shyness to contentment. She hadn't closed her legs. They remained splayed, and her labia looked red and swollen and still gaped open. Her reddened clit throbbed, and he had a brief but intense desire to suck it into his mouth. "Do you feel guilty?" she asked. "No. I feel good - very relaxed. All the tension is gone." "Yeah, me, too." She eyed his half-hard cock and the semen splotches on his belly and chest, and a wicked grin twisted her lips. "Stay right where you are." She jumped up and pulled on her panties and shorts. "I want to clean up your mess." A minute later she returned with some facial tissues and a damp washcloth, pulled a chair next to his, sat and lovingly cleaned his belly, chest, cock and balls. "You came buckets, Son." "Yeah." Her ministrations lengthened his cock again. She wrapped her dainty fingers around it and stroked it a couple of times. "Put your shorts on," she said and stood up. "I'll make breakfast. How about bacon and eggs for a change?" "Hash browns, too?" "You've got it." ------- Tim Darlington had been David's best friend for six years, since David's mother purchased the home the Stanley family now occupied. Tim was five days older than David and lived three doors down and across the street from David's home. Tim obtained his driver's license the day he turned sixteen, and his parents' presented him with a used Honda Civic for his birthday. Living only ten blocks from the high school, David usually pedaled his ten-speed bicycle to and from school, but on inclement days or at David's request, Tim gave him a ride. Earlier that morning, David called his friend and asked if Tim would pick him up. After hearing a car honk, David kissed his mother on the cheek. "Don't plan on me for dinner, Mom. I'm going out with friends." "Okay. Have fun." David hurried from the house and to the curb. "Thanks for the ride, Tim," he said as he hopped into the front passenger seat of the bright red Honda. "No problem. I don't know why you don't ride with me every day." David grinned. "I ride my bike for the exercise, but I've been getting up early and doing laps in the pool, so I might take you up on the offer as long as you let me help with the gas. By the way, I'll be taking the driver's test next Monday." "Really? I thought your mother wouldn't let you drive as long as you phased out once in a while." "More good news. I've learned how to control my spells." "Cool." In his early teens, Tim carried a bunch of extra weight, but during the last couple of years he'd grown taller and slimmed down, though some lingering baby fat still plagued him. He drove with his window down that morning, and the air rushing in through the window tousled his blond, naturally curly hair. "About my spells. I need a favor, Tim. I need to take a consciousness trip starting this afternoon that will go on for four or five hours, maybe longer, and I need a place to park my body during the trip. For reasons I don't want to go into, I can't use my house. May I use yours?" "Jeez, I don't know, David. If my mom saw you unconscious half that time, she'd freak out." He grinned. "Besides, I have a date tonight." His smile widened. "Tina Granger," he announced proudly. "Tina, huh? Good for you, Tim." Tim had had the hots for Tina for years, and for the life of him, David couldn't understand what Tim saw in the girl. It wasn't that David didn't like Tina; the girl just didn't turn him on, certainly not like Darla or Barbara, or Ellen for that matter. Mom, too, he thought with a grin as an image of his mother flashed into his mind, an image of her sitting by the pool naked from the waist down. "I don't need to be tended, Tim. I just need a place to park for a few hours. Is our old tree house still intact out behind your house?" "I think so. Jeez, I haven't been up there in years. We had some good times in that place." "Can you leave right after school?" "Yeah." "Good, you can give me a ride to your house, and we'll check out the tree house. If it will work for my purposes, you can leave me up there, have dinner or go on your date, whatever you need to do. I'd also appreciate it if you told no one about the trip. I can walk home after I wake up." "Okay, and mums the word. Speaking of dates, I heard you asked Ellen out." "Yeah, but she called last night and cancelled the date." "Too bad. I also heard if you played your cards right, you could get into her panties." David grinned. "I heard that, too, but that's not the reason I asked her out. Besides, I don't pay much attention to gossip." Tim shrugged as he pulled into the school's parking lot. "Meet me here right after your last class. Damn, thinking about the old tree house makes me nostalgic. We sure did have some fun up there when we were kids." We're still kids, Tim, David thought. We just play with different toys. ------- When Tim and David arrived at Tim's home, the house was empty. They grabbed sodas from the frig and were soon climbing up the rickety boards nailed into the huge, old sycamore containing the tree house Tim and David had constructed when they were eleven years old. It seemed smaller to David than he remembered. Then he realized the tree house had not gotten smaller. He'd grown larger, much larger, which made the room appear smaller. "Damn, David, the place is filthy. There's an old blanket and some throw pillows in our attic. I'll get 'em, so you'll be comfortable for four of five hours. Be right back." "I'll come with you. A broom wouldn't hurt either." Back in the tree house, David swept the floor and laid the blanket on the floor. "Perfect," he said as he stretched out on the blanket and placed a pillow between his back and the wall of the tree house. "Thanks, Tim. You're a real friend." "You said you could control your spells now. How?" "I can control when they start and stop them when I want." "Cool." "You can leave anytime now, Tim." He laughed. "If you don't mind, I'd like to watch you phase out. Where ya going on this trip?" "The girl's locker room and shower at the gym." "Yeah, don't you wish?" Tim remarked with a snort. "Yeah. Once I gained control, I decided to expand my remote viewing capabilities, if I could. This trip is an experiment I dreamed up to test my capabilities. That's why I needed so many hours." Tim shrugged. "Have a good time on your date with Tina. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," David said. He closed his eyes and informed his consciousness what he wanted. The pinpoint of light appeared, and moments later, David hovered over his sister as she performed a graceful pirouette on the beam. He looked around and spotted coach, but watching him now would serve no purpose, so David moved to coach's office. Using his imaginary hand, he tested the desk drawer where coach kept the videotapes of the girls in the locker room. It was locked, but he'd seen where coach hid the key. Retrieving it, he unlocked the drawer and opened it. The tapes were still inside. He wanted to view the tapes to see how many of them included Darla and Barbara, but wisely resisted the urge. He relocked the drawer and returned the key to its hiding place. For the next half-hour he snooped through the rest of the desk and the filing cabinet but found nothing that would help him later. A quick check in the locker room told him the camera still rested behind the vent where he'd seen it before. When practice broke up, he stayed with coach, though watching the sick man fondle himself while he viewed the girls in the locker room in various stages of undress disgusted the teenager. After coach got his rocks off, he erased the tape. Evidently, nothing new or exciting happened that day, at least nothing memorable enough to include in coach's sick archive of naked young girls David expected to find in the drawer. He felt a tug on his consciousness when Darla left the gym, but he resisted the pull and stayed with coach. Once alone, coach unlocked the desk drawer and rifled through the tapes inside, selecting one of them, which he put in an old, leather briefcase. He relocked the drawer, closed down his office and left the gym. David moved into the vehicle when coach opened the door. The pedophile stopped at a McDonald's for his evening meal, and suddenly David understood the choice of restaurants. Coach took a seat that gave him a good view of the bottom of the slide in the kid's play area. God, what a sleaze! After he arrived at his house, coach cracked open a beer and settled in front of the television. While he jacked off again to the video he'd brought home with him, which featured Barbara's nubile body, David started to roam the house. It needed a good cleaning, but it wasn't filthy - not like its occupant. A computer was on in one of the bedrooms, so David opened and closed various files. He discovered more and more evidence of the pervert's pedophilia. He had a couple of gigs of child porno images stored on his hard drive, and some of them were truly vile. Checking coach's email, David discovered correspondence with a number of girls. Coach had purchased and sent gifts to a couple of them, and one had agreed to meet him over the summer. When the noise from the video stopped, David quickly exited the applications he'd opened and returned to the living room. Coach ejected the tape and put it back in his briefcase. The pervert grabbed another beer and logged onto the Internet where he visited a few chat rooms. While coach surfed the Internet, David searched his bedroom. He found a stash of child porno magazines he knew must be illegal, but the real find was a group of photographs tucked in a shoebox in a closet. I've got you now, you child fucker, David thought. The photographs featured three different girls, ages twelve to fourteen, David guessed. But what pleased David was the fact that coach was a co-star in the photographs. If he has photographs, he has videos, David reasoned, and expanded his search. He'd have never found them, but two hours later, coach showed him were they were when he pulled a vent off the wall and extracted one of the videos. The vile man put the tape in a VCR connected to a television in the bedroom, stripped and jacked off on the bed while he watched the video. The girl couldn't have been more than twelve, but she went down on coach like a streetwalker. The second stretch of tape showed two girls, and they both appeared to be younger than twelve. One of them had just started to develop little breasts, and her blonde pubic patch was so sparse it could hardly be seen. Coach joined the girls, directing them, moving them into different positions. Truly depraved! After coach fell asleep, David returned to the computer and copied file after file to disks, which he placed outside in a plastic bag for retrieval later. He found a blank tape and removed the label from the tape that featured Barbara in coach's briefcase. After affixing the label on the blank tape, he put it in the briefcase. He then placed the tape from coach's office outside with the disks. After retrieving one of the photographs in the shoebox and a video from behind the vent, he added them to the bag to be picked up later. With the sound off on the television, he viewed the other six tapes coach had sequestered behind the vent. He didn't know any of the girls, so he replaced them where he'd found them. When David opened his eyes in the tree house, he'd been unconscious for six hours, and if there was a tiny part of coach's house or office he'd not investigated he'd be amazed. He also now knew how he could take coach down without involving Barbara or Darla. Time to go home. He needed food, and he needed a shower more. He felt dirty, and not from the dirt in the tree house. When he arrived, Darla and Barbara greeted him, accosting him with question after question until he demanded time for a shower and asked them to fix him something to eat. He did tell them he believed he'd found a solution, which excited them. In the shower, he reviewed his options to retrieve the items he'd hidden outside coach's house. He needed to retrieve them tonight, not tomorrow, and he needed to go to the gym and remove all the tapes in the locked desk drawer and the video camera from behind the vent in the locker room. Shrugging, he saw no option except his ten-speed bicycle. The roundtrip to coach's house in a car would be easy, but he didn't relish the approximate fifty-mile roundtrip via bicycle at night. First food, he decided. "Where's Mom," he asked when he entered the kitchen. "Asleep. It's almost eleven o'clock, David," Darla said. "As you know, she turns into a pumpkin at ten most nights." The girls had prepared a ham and cheese sandwich for him, added chips and pickles and some watermelon pieces mixed with cantaloupe. He ate heartily while he told the girls a modified version of what he'd discovered, information he alleged to have receive from an unnamed source. "So my source has sequestered a bag of goodies for me to pick up that will put coach behind bars when turned over to the authorities, which I plan to do anonymously tomorrow morning. Which means I've a long bike ride to coach's house, and I'll need to remove the tapes and camera from coach's desk in his office at the gym tonight, too." "We want to help," Darla said. "What can we do?" "Not a thing," David said with a grin that cracked a milk mustache. Darla wiped his upper lip with a napkin. "We could retrieve the tapes and camera from the gym while you're..." "No way," David said. "That's for sure," a voice commented from the doorway to the kitchen. The three teenagers swung their heads to the voice. "Mother, it's not nice to eavesdrop," David said. "It's a mother's prerogative when her children are keeping secrets, maybe even her duty." She settled on the remaining vacant chair at the kitchen table. "Okay, give. I know most of what's going on from listening to David talk while he ate. Darla, you gave me other pieces of the puzzle when you discussed your problem with Barbara earlier, which piqued my curiosity and led me to eavesdrop on your story, David. So tell me everything." David grinned. "How about I tell you while you drive me to coach's house so I can pick up a bag of goodies that will remove him from a position of authority over young girls. The man's truly vile, Mom. He's a pedophile and a pornographer." "Story first, ride later, if a ride is appropriate. From what I understand, you plan to break a few laws tonight, if you haven't broken some already." "It's okay, David," Darla said. "Mom, when I started gymnastics this year..." Darla spoke for about fifteen minutes, interrupted frequently by questions from her mother. Barbara added a few comments, too. When Darla finished, Carol turned to David. "So you have an unnamed source, huh?" "Yeah." "What's his or her name?" "Are you going to give me a ride or not?" David asked. "If you are, I'll tell you about my unnamed source on the way. If not, my source will remain unnamed, and I'll hop on my bicycle and proceed with my plan." She stared at him for a few seconds. "I'll give you the ride." "We're going with you," Darla said. "David?" Carol said. David turned to his sister. "No, Darla, you and Barbara will stay in this house until Mom and I return. This is non-negotiable. You want to help. Fine. You can help me prepare the package we'll present to the police in the morning. You're a better writer and organizer than I am, and I want everything simple and very clear for the police. Okay?" Anger flashed in her eyes, but she nodded. "Let's go, Mom." David girded himself for his mother's ire, and climbed into the passenger seat of the car. She backed out of the garage and allowed David to give her directions. "When did you start connecting with your sister?" "A few days ago." "Have you been touching her?" "Once, before I learned to control touch with any degree of accuracy. The touch frightened her, so I backed away and haven't touched her since." "Can you select those you connect with now?" "No, for example, I can't connect with coach. This afternoon, I connected with Darla during gymnastic practice and stayed with coach until I gathered the evidence we needed to get him arrested without making Darla or Barbara his victims." "Then Darla doesn't know you're watching her, that you're invading her privacy?" "No." "When did you plan to tell her?" "I don't know." "She's stunning naked, isn't she?" "Yeah." "Jeez, son, you're as sleazy as coach." "Stop the fucking car!" In a split-second he became ten times angrier than he'd ever been. His head roared, and his blood rushed through his body. His fists were clenched tightly, as were his teeth. "Why?" "Just stop the fucking car, goddamnit! If you think I'm as sleazy as coach, I don't want to be around you, and if you really believe I'm anything like that slimy son of a bitch, you sure don't want me around you. Stop the fucking car!" Instead of stopping, she stepped on the gas. "Like hell I will," she said between clenched teeth. They remained silent for a few blocks. Finally Carol said, "I apologize, you're not as sleazy as coach, but you are sleazy." When her son didn't say anything, she glanced toward him. He sat staring out the windshield with intense, angry eyes. She could see his jaw moving in anger. "You think it's sleazy for coach to watch teenaged girls in a locker room. Didn't you do the same?" Silence. "Well, did you or didn't you?" She'd decided she couldn't back down because of his anger. She had to make him see what he could become, especially with his powers. And, she regretted she'd ever encouraged him to play sexual games with her. She should have put her foot down long ago. When he remained silent, she added, "I blame myself as much as you, maybe more. The way I've acted, you must have assumed it was all right to watch anyone who came into your view while on one of your trips. Then you learned how to touch. Christ! I even helped you. So now you can take a trip, like a fucking ghost, and not only see women and girls play with themselves, a normal but very private activity, but also touch them, have psychic oral sex with them, even fuck them. No one has any defenses against your invasion of their privacy. How do you think Darla will feel when you tell her what you can do? What you've already done to her? Because you will tell her. If you don't, I will. What you do is a form of rape, David." "I know," he said. "Well, if you know, what do you intend to do about it?" Silence. Finally, he said, "I know I won't stop making the trips, and I plan to continue to develop my unique ability. To do otherwise would be foolish, a denial of what I am and can be. But for you to compare me to coach was cruel at best. It was mean, downright mean, and I didn't know you had that much meanness in you. Turn at the next corner. Let's get this over with. After I pick up the evidence I hid in front of coach's house, please drive me to the school, so I can retrieve the tapes and camera. Then I'll turn everything over to you and Darla, and you can do whatever the hell you want with it. After Barbara leaves tomorrow, I'll tell Darla about my trips and what I've done to her. I'll say this, I'll never visit you again, Mother, and if Darla feels the same as you, I'll never visit her again either." ------- Chapter 7 When David and his mother arrived home, David handed a heavy bag to Darla. "The tapes that make you and Barbara victims are in this bag, Darla, along with the camera coach had hidden in the locker room. Destroy the tapes and the camera, and destroy the unlabeled tape in the other bag. Barbara, you're the star on that tape." He handed his mother the other bag. "Inside this bag, besides the tape I just mentioned, you'll find evidence that will put coach behind bars. The evidence consists of some computer disks that contain files from coach's computer, including some images showing children having sex with other children and dirty old men, as well as some e-mail correspondence he's having with some girls he's trying to lure into his clutches. He has over two gigs of kiddy porn stored on his hard drive. Also in the bag is a photograph that shows coach having sex with a young girl. He has a shoebox of photos like that one on a shelf in his closet. The labeled videotape is pure child pornography, and he's the male star in the video. I suggest you take a look at it to verify its contents, Mother, but don't let the girls see it. He has six or seven more tapes like that one hidden behind a vent in the living room. The police will also find some illegal, kiddy-porn magazines in his bedroom." His still angry eyes swung toward his sister. "You wanted to help. Help Mother put together the package you want to give the police tomorrow morning. I've done my part with this project, and I'm going to bed." Turning to his mother, he said, "I'll leave the delivery of the package to you, but I suggest you do it anonymously, or you'll have the media camped out on our front lawn." At the door to the kitchen, he turned and added, "Make sure nothing you give the police contains any of your fingerprints. I'd suggest you all put on surgical gloves before you touch anything, including any documents you prepare with the computer. If you don't have surgical gloves, Mom can take a trip to an all night drugstore." He turned and walked away without another word. Darla stood with her mouth open in shock when her brother left the room. "Mom, I've never seen David so angry. What happened while the two of you were out?" "That's between David and me. Let's get busy. I don't want to be up all night with this. Come on, the two of you can go to the drugstore with me." Two hours later, Carol cried herself to sleep. She'd taken a shower after helping Darla and Barbara put the package together, but she still felt dirty. After seeing the evidence David had amassed on that vile man, Carol had finally understood why he'd become so angry when she'd said he was as sleazy as coach. Earlier, she'd knocked on her son's door. When he didn't answer, she'd tried to open it, but it was locked. He ignored her repeated requests to let her in, so she hoped he'd be up early to do his laps, giving her an opportunity to apologize in the morning. Had she lost her son because of one unthinking comment? No, it wasn't one unthinking comment. She'd pressed the point, driven it home time and time again. That she did it because she feared for his well-being wasn't an excuse, not after finding out how vile coach truly was. She'd made her son feel like he was as despicable as coach, which was both untrue and unforgivable. ------- "Do you have any idea what was bothering David when he returned from picking up the evidence?" Barbara asked Darla. They were lying in Darla's bed. "I don't have a clue, but he was really pissed. I've never seen him so angry. It was as if he'd washed his hands of everything, which really confused me because he was into this project big time. It was his project. He conceived it, followed through and executed it perfectly. If Mother had not became involved, I think the three of us would be celebrating right now." "Yeah, parents can be real downers." Barbara sighed and wriggled in the strange bed trying to locate a comfortable position. "Your brother is something else, Darla. If those tapes coach made of me came out, I would have died from embarrassment! And to think the pervert sat in his office and played with himself while he watched us in the locker room makes me sick. I owe your brother a lot, Darla. He's... I don't know. He seems a lot more mature than most boys his age. He's really special." Well, well, my brother has a new admirer, Darla thought. At least this one isn't a slut like Ellen. It bothered her no end, though, that as soon as she recognized Barbara's interest in David, the green monster called jealousy crawled out from under a rock and climbed on her shoulder. Not good, Darla, she told herself, not good at all. Remember, he's your brother, not your boyfriend. "Yes, he's quite a guy," Darla said. "It's late. Let's go to sleep." ------- After David stomped away angry, leaving the females to finish his project, he locked his door and phased out, requesting his consciousness to visit Tim, and soon found himself hovering near the ceiling in the backseat of Tim's car, which surprised him. He'd never connected with Tim before and had expected nothing from his request. Tim's car was parked at a viewpoint overlooking the city, and Tim and Tina were talking. Tim slipped his arm over Tina's shoulder, and Tina turned to him and brushed her lips to his. Was this Tim's first kiss? Then he realized whether it was Tim's first kiss, or not, wasn't any of his damned business. Besides, he shouldn't be spying on a couple of teenaged lovers. He backed away and returned to his body. Mother's right. I'm a sleaze, David thought. I invade the privacy of anyone I connect with. And he'd done more than just invade Barbara's privacy. He'd sexually assaulted her in the showers at the gym and still regretted the incident, regretted it to the point he wished he could take it back. Regardless, he knew he'd continue to take his trips and develop his powers. He wanted to perfect his five senses, and he still wanted to learn to speak while on a journey. Besides, his ability could be used to do good things. He'd proven that with his project to take coach down. Also, he no longer needed to sleep, which gave him an extra seven or eight hours in every day. His body rested while his consciousness moved around like a ghost. He'd been thinking about these extra hours and decided to use some of them to study various subjects in depth. He recognized the education provided by public high schools was geared to the average student. If he ran across a subject that interested him, he'd study it in depth on his own at night. Almost a straight A student now, with a little more effort, a college scholarship should be insured. He could read or use the computer while on a trip, and he hoped he could gain more control over where he went during a journey. Could he go to a place or set of coordinates instead of to a person? If so, he could travel around the world, visit other cultures, and possibly learn other languages. He also wanted to feel good about himself and his powers. His mother's reference to his sleaziness had hit home. To that end, he decided to create a code of conduct for his trips, and rule number one should be if he connected with anyone at a time when that person would be embarrassed, David would back away, like he'd backed away from his connection with Tim that night. He chuckled when he realized the rule wouldn't work. Most teenagers would not have resisted watching some scenes he stumbled into while on a trip, and being a teenager himself, he couldn't resist them either. Would he have backed away if he'd been in his body when he saw his mother masturbating? No. As a developing, curious teenager, he would have watched. The same could be said when he watched his sister a few times. It was normal for a curious, teenaged male to watch such scenes given the opportunity. Would he have touched either of them? No. Not without their permission. That's why he regretted the incident with Barbara so much. It didn't fit his ethics. He didn't think before he acted. His ability let him do it and get away with it, so he did it. Never again, he vowed. His thoughts returned to a possible connection with a place, instead of a person, and he closed his eyes and wished he could be inside the Tempe Public Library. Nothing. Was the request too vague? He tried again and wished he could be in the library over the checkout counter? Nothing. He rolled his feet to the floor and pulled out a book of maps for the Phoenix metro area. He located his home, and ran his finger over the streets... no, it didn't make any sense that his consciousness would follow streets when it moved. He ran his finger in a direct path from his house to the library, returned to the bed and made another wish. Nothing. Perplexed, he pondered the problem, finally reasoning the direct path to the library changed with each passing second as the world turned on its axis. Besides revolving, the earth moved around the sun, and the entire system was constantly moving outward with the ever-expanding universe. It amazed him his consciousness didn't get lost as it moved around, and he decided one of the first subjects he'd study would be navigation, which he suspected would lead him to an in-depth study of physics and mathematics. Perhaps his consciousness connected only with individuals to keep it from becoming lost? Did an individual give off certain brain waves, or some other signature his consciousness could find? If so, why could he connect with his mother, sister, Barbara and Tim, but no one else? He first connected with his mother, the most important person in his life at the time. Then suddenly without his volition, he'd connected with Darla, the second and now perhaps the most important person in his life. Did he connect with only those close or important to him? If so, why Barbara? He barely knew her. Then he remembered he'd become very intimate with her when he'd accosted her in the showers while visiting his sister. Was the connection based on intimacy? If it was, why Tim? He'd certainly never been intimate with Tim. No, wait! When they were twelve, they'd jacked off together in the tree house a few times while looking at some Penthouse magazines. They'd never touched each other, but jacking off together could certainly be labeled intimate. So many questions with so few answers. He smiled when he realized he had a lifetime to answer the questions. ------- Carol rose from her bed early. She didn't want to miss David, so she'd set an alarm to make sure she had some quality time alone with him if he got up early to do his laps in the pool. She showered, dressed and was sipping coffee in the kitchen when her son stepped in wearing a swimsuit. "Good morning, Son," she said. "Juice?" He shook his head. "But a cup of coffee would be nice." Good. He's not as angry this morning. Perhaps we can have a reasonable conversation. She poured a cup of coffee and handed it to him, and he stepped to the counter and added non-dairy creamer and sugar. He sipped and looked at her over the rim of the cup. "Did you finish the package for the police?" "Yes, I'll deliver it anonymously this morning." "This is your project now, but if I were you, I'd alert the media anonymously, as well as the police. I've noticed the police pay more attention when the media become involved." "It's not my project, David. It's yours, and it's a very worthy project. I'm merely a participant, not its leader. You handled everything skillfully and with sensitivity regarding Darla and Barbara. I'm proud you took the initiative to develop a plan to put coach away so he can't molest any other under-aged girls." "Proud? Not likely. Forgive me if I don't believe you, Mother. I'm going to do my laps." He set the cup down, walked outside. The stubborn cuss isn't going to make this easy for me, Carol thought as she watched him move from one end of the pool to the other. His long muscles rippled and flexed as he pushed himself to move faster and faster through the water. She watched as he gracefully changed from free-style to a backstroke and hoped the strenuous exercise would briefly sap his anger like it would his strength. After refilling her coffee cup, she stepped out to the patio, taking a seat by the patio table. She sipped her coffee and reviewed what she wanted to say when her son climbed from the pool. She'd apologize, of course. He deserved an apology, a sincere and heartfelt apology, but she couldn't cave in completely. She had to deal with the morality involved with his power, had to make him understand he had a moral obligation to use his power productively, not merely as a tool to satisfy his sexual curiosity and urges. He was gasping for breath when he exited the pool. She handed him a towel, and he dried himself, which reminded her of the time he'd helped her dry her wet body when she stepped from a shower. Despite her resolve, she felt a twinge of arousal. David wasn't the only one who needed to fight his baser instincts. She, too, had to face the morality of what she'd allowed him to do with her. No, she'd done more than allow; she'd encouraged him. "We need to talk, Son." "I know. Let me get another cup of coffee and some juice, and we'll talk." When he settled on a chair across the patio table from her, the cool morning air was gusting a little, and she wondered if later that afternoon some thunderheads would develop like the weatherman predicted. Some rain would be a pleasant change. "First off, Mom, I..." "No, let me go first, please." When he nodded, she continued, "I sincerely apologize for including you in the same sentence with coach. Some of the things you've done can't be applauded, but on a sleaziness scale you don't come anywhere near the perverted sleaziness coach exhibits. I wish I could take back my comment. It just popped out. It was a false, cruel statement made without thinking how it would make you feel upon hearing it, or how downright vicious it really was. I'm very sorry, Son. I didn't mean what I said." Good. She's being my mother again, not my psychic lover, he thought. She isn't going to let me get away with diddly-squat. "Aptly put, and as such your apology is accepted, Mother. I spent the night thinking about what you said and what I've done, and you were correct to label me sleazy. Comparing my sleaziness to coach's wasn't fair, though, and your comment pissed me off big time. I've never been so angry, and I hope I'm never that angry again. That said your comment was a real wake-up call. I've decided to develop a personal code of conduct for my flights of consciousness. By the way, I don't agree with you that what I do is a form of rape. I do agree what I do can be a form of rape, but the mere fact I invade someone's privacy doesn't make me a rapist. It might make me a voyeur, and some I'm sure consider voyeurism a form of rape, but I don't." He took a sip of coffee and continued. "Sometime, I'd like to debate that issue with you or others, but let's leave that discussion for another time and deal with more pressing issues right now. I'd appreciate your input regarding my code of conduct. Normal morality can't always be applied directly. When it can, I'll try to use the morals you and others have instilled in me. The rules for my conduct don't come easy, though. For example, on first blush I thought the first rule of conduct should be whenever I connect with anyone in a situation that would be embarrassing to either of us, I would terminate the connection as soon as possible." "An excellent rule, but impossible for a teenaged boy to follow at all times," his mother said wisely. David grinned. "That's the same conclusion I arrived at last night. I don't think I can create a set of rules that won't need to be broken from time to time. I worked on this problem all night, Mom, and I didn't come up with a perfect workable solution." "It boils down to right and wrong, Son, and whether its right or wrong involves all parties to any connection." "I wish it were that simple. Some of the things we did with each other were wrong, but both of us felt okay about what happened at the time. By the way, I don't regret anything we've done together." "I do. I'm feeling so guilty I could cry, and we stipulated if either of us ever felt guilty we'd put a stop to our experimentation." Twisting his expression into a grimace, he nodded. "I thought that's how you'd feel this morning. A shame." Relaxing the grimace, he flashed a boyish grin and added, "I was looking forward to our incestuous, psychic fuck." She gasped, abruptly very aroused, which caused her to blush. "What happened to your promise last night that you'd never visit me again." "I retract the statement. It was made in anger. Whether you like it or not, I'll visit you from time to time if only to check on you or whisper a silent goodnight. Also, I want to develop speech, and I'll need your help to be successful. Speech will definitely need feedback. Will you allow me to continue to visit you, if we take sex out of the equation?" She thought about his request and decided to accept it. He'd visit her anyway, as he said, and if she remained involved, she could continue to guide him to use his talent productively, not merely for prurient reasons. "Okay, but only under certain conditions. You must promise to touch me every time you visit so I know you're present, an innocent touch, mind you, not a caress or a soft kiss, and if you fondle me, I'll slap the hell out of you the next time I see you in the flesh. Also, if I'm naked or partially naked when you invade my privacy, get the hell out of my space post haste." "Before I touch you or after?" "Before. I don't want you ogling me until you get around to touching me." He laughed. "Fair enough. I'll follow any rules you set, and you can change the rules at any time. Next topic. How do you want me to handle Darla?" "You made that bed, you lie in it. I only demand that you tell her about your flights of consciousness and how you've invaded her privacy. The rules the two of you set will be between the two of you. I dread the knockdown, dragged-out fight that will happen in this household this afternoon, but it can't be avoided." ------- Barbara watched Darla step from the shower. God, she's got a body to die for, the youngster thought as she handed Darla a towel. She grabbed the other towel on the rack. "Turn around, I'll dry your back while you do the front." While softly wiping Darla's back, Barbara couldn't resist gazing at her ass. It looked perfectly shaped, round and firm. Squatting, Barbara pulled the towel up one leg to the place where Darla's leg met her pussy. Then she did the other leg the same way. Finally, she wiped the towel as deeply as she could reach through the crack in Darla's butt cheeks, which caused Darla to jump a little. Barbara patted Darla on her bare butt with the palm of her hand and said, "There, all dry." When Darla turned to face her, the older girl gave Barbara a curious look. "Thanks," Darla said. "The shower's all yours." Darla was rubbing her towel briskly through her wet hair when Barbara stepped into the shower stall. The glass door allowed Barbara to see Darla as she picked up her hair dryer, and started to dry her hair. She asked herself what Darla's curious look had been about. It came right after Barbara had touched her with a hand, not the towel. Did Darla consider the touch inappropriate? She hoped not. Her friendship with Darla was just starting, and she didn't want anything to jeopardize it. She now wished she could take back the touch. It had happened unconsciously, was just an innocent touch between friends. No that's not true. Barbara's hand still tingled from the touch, and she wanted nothing more than to change the touch to a caress, to feel every small curve on Darla's amazing ass. She wanted to run her hand up through the crack, like she'd done with the towel; in truth, she wanted to do a lot more. It was a rare another girl excited Barbara. It had happened only twice in her past. The first time took place when she'd just started puberty and she'd stayed over at a girlfriend's house. They'd experimented by practicing kissing, and the kisses led to some sexual touches. Although both girls had become excited, they'd been too frightened and embarrassed to explore their feelings beyond those brief moments. The second time happened just last year when an older cousin stayed with her family for a week in the summer. Jill was two years older than Barbara and experienced beyond her years sexually with both girls and boys, Barbara discovered later. They'd slept in the same bed that week, and Barbara still remembered how her cousin had seduced her. It happened two days before Jill left. Like with Darla, Jill and Barbara had just taken turns showering, and Jill had stepped from the shower. They'd been out around the pool all afternoon, and not used to the Arizona sun, Jill had not applied enough sun block. While wiping her back with the towel, she winced. "You're sunburned, Jill!" "Yeah, would you pat my back dry?" "Sure. Turn around." Barbara gently patted Jill's back. "Do the same with my legs." "You've got a red stripe just below your butt." "I was afraid of that. Do you have any lotion?" "Sure." "If I lie on the bed, will you put the lotion on me. Be gentle, though." She stretched out on the bed naked, and Barbara, still naked, as well, straddled her hips to spread the lotion across her back. "You have nice hands, Barb. Real nice." "Thanks." Scooting down, she applied the lotion to the red stripe on Jill's upper thighs. "That feels nice. Is my pussy sunburned?" Barbara giggled. "I don't think so." What a question? But the question caused Barbara to focus her eyes on her cousin's pussy. "Put some lotion on it just in case." "Jill!" Barbara exclaimed, shocked by the request. Barbara shocked herself even more when she had to repress a desire to do what her cousin asked. What would it feel like to touch another cunt? "Oh, don't be such a prude. You've touched yourself there, haven't you?" "Ah... ah," Barbara stammered. She couldn't decide whether to be honest or lie, and her indecision caused the stutter. "You do masturbate, don't you?" Jill persisted and flipped onto her back with Barbara still astraddle her hips. "It's a simple question, requiring only a simple yes or no to answer it." Barbara knew she was blushing. Of course, she masturbated, frequently, usually each night just before going to sleep, a habit she'd curtailed during Jill's visit. Besides, the situation had aroused her. She was naked on a bed with a naked older girl, a voluptuous, sexy girl. Barbara had touched her while applying lotion, so she'd wondered what it would feel like to rub Jill's cunt as she'd requested. Also, Jill's questions and comments appeared designed to arouse. Where was this conversation headed? Was Jill coming on to her? Was she a lesbian? No, Jill had mentioned a few boyfriends she'd had. "Yes," Barbara said, selecting the honest answer. "Good. I was beginning to worry about you there for a minute. You're normal after all. How often do you masturbate?" When Barbara didn't answer her question immediately, Jill continued, "I masturbate at least once a day. It's been a bitch sleeping in the same bed with you and still get myself off every day. Fortunately, you're a sound sleeper." Jill looked up at Barbara's shocked expression and grinned. "While you're there, would you put lotion on the red places on my front?" Still speechless, Barbara nodded. "Well?" Forced into action, Barbara squirted lotion on Jill's upper chest, and started to gently rub it in as her mind wandered. Visions of Jill lying beside her with her knees up and spread and her fingers at her cunt flashed through her mind. "Do you like my tits?" Jill's question shocked her out of the fantasy. Did she like her cousin's tits? What a strange question! Did she like them? Barbara decided she didn't like or dislike her cousin's tits. Did she want to touch them? Yes, she admitted. She remembered her friend's tiny tits a few years back, how they'd felt on her fingers. Jill's tits were fully developed. Would they feel differently? "Uh-huh. They're nice. Mine aren't much yet." "Yours are lovely, perfect for your age and stage of development. Are they sensitive?" Barbara nodded again. Sensitive? You'd better believe it! When I play with them, they send sexy messages to my cunt. "This would be a more engaging conversation if you had a voice, Barbara. Do you play with your nipples when you masturbate?" "Yes." Always. "How? What do you do?" Should she reply, Barbara asked herself. Should she actually string some words together to describe what she liked to do with her nipples? Barbara thought about how she played with them while diddling her pussy, and the thought excited her. Why not? Go ahead and tell her. "Squeeze them. Roll them with the palm of my hand." Saying the words excited her further. She wished she were alone, and she'd to exactly what she'd just told Jill she usually did when she played with herself. "Show me." "Jill!" Shocked or not, Barbara wanted to show her cousin, and her hands actually started to move from her knees, but she chickened out. "Here, I'll show you what I do with mine." Barbara's eyes widened with surprised when Jill didn't demonstrate on herself. Rather, she reached and tweaked both of Barbara's tiny nipples. Talk about sensitive! Electric currents flashed through Barbara's body like a lightening storm. Talking about sex with Jill had already excited her, but when Jill pinched her nipples, her arousal soared. She groaned and threw back her head. "Feels good, huh?" "Yeah!" Suddenly, Jill cupped her mound, and the groan became a gasp. "You're soaking wet," Jill said. "I thought I could smell you." The next few minutes became a daze. Jill's fingers explored every exterior surface of Barbara's vulva, and one finger ventured inside. As Jill sawed a finger in and out of Barbara's cunt, she rubbed her clit with her thumb. The other hand pinched and pulled Barbara's nipples. Without realizing how it happened, Barbara soon found herself astraddle her cousin's face, not her hips, and Jill pulled her cunt to her mouth. The first swipe of Jill's tongue through Barbara's cunt didn't make her climax, but a few licks later, Barbara gasped as an orgasm overwhelmed her. After Barbara recovered, Jill said, "My, my, you're a hot little number. I'm not a lez, Cuz, but I do enjoy sex with a girl. I prefer a nice, long, hard cock, but there's just something about a girl's mouth and tongue that boys, no matter how hard they try, just can't match. It's my turn now, Barbara. Slide down and do me. Cuz, we're going to have some fun over the next couple of days." We did, too, Barbara thought with a wicked grin as she stepped from the shower. Darla handed her a fresh towel. "Would you like me to dry your back like you did mine?" Darla asked. "Sure." Do anything you want, Darla. I won't mind. Go ahead. Get nasty. When Darla finished, she patted Barbara's butt with her hand, and the pat turned into a caress. "Nice butt, Barbara." "Thanks, but your butt is better than my butt." She giggled. Alliteration, tickled her. This girl is ripe for the picking, Darla thought. The question Darla had to answer was whether she should be the one to do the picking. Darla and Ellen had experimented with girl/girl sex a few years back, and Darla had enjoyed their brief but intense explorations, but she'd put a stop to everything when Ellen suggested they include a boy in their sexual games. Darla didn't back away because she preferred girls to boys. The opposite was true. Experimenting with another girl was one thing. Not much harm could come from it, like an unwanted pregnancy. But bringing a boy into the mix was a different matter entirely. Darla not only wanted no part in any threesome but also wasn't ready for sex with a boy beyond some kissing and a little petting. And not much has changed since then, Darla thought, except I want my brother. I want him to hold me in his arms, and kiss me, press his mouth to mine, and touch me, touch me everywhere. And I want to touch him, too, especially his long, hard... God, Darla, get a grip! "Let's get dressed and see if Mom has delivered the package yet," Darla said. Before I consider using you as a substitute for my brother, she added silently in her mind. ------- "Hi, you," Darla said as she moved onto David's bed, where he'd been lying when she entered his room. She settled on his chest and gave him a hug. A few minutes ago, her mother had left to drive Barbara home, and Darla had immediately gone to David's room. She not only wanted to know what was bothering him but also wanted to thank him for helping her with coach. "Hi, yourself," he said, enjoying the feel of her next to him, so he wrapped his arms around her. When she looked up at him, he couldn't resist and kissed her. He'd meant to give her just a soft kiss, a kiss of affection, but with the almost certain possibility he'd lose her when he informed her about his invasion of her privacy, he wanted to remember one last passionate kiss. And Darla made the kiss memorable. She brought all the feeling and heat and passion she had in her to the kiss. With her breasts mashed against his chest, he could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest, could feel her hard, little nipples jab him as she squirmed with passion as the kiss continued, could feel her roll her hips so her mound rubbed against his erection, could feel her sensually exploring his mouth with her lips and tongue, and he could taste her lipstick, one of his favorite flavors. Would this be the last time he'd ever taste her, hold her in his arms and feel all the wondrous things she was? He had to push her away. He couldn't let things get out of hand, at least anymore out of hand than they already were, until he'd informed her what he'd been doing with her. "Wait, Darla, please. We need to talk, and - stay here. I'll sit in my computer chair." He rolled from the bed. After sitting a safe distance away, he lifted his eyes to hers. She'd propped herself on a pillow on her side and looked so sexy he wanted to sail back onto the bed and kiss her again. Clenching his jaw and fists, he gathered as much courage as he could muster, and said, "I've been invading your privacy." His statement confused her. "Explain." "I have this strange and wondrous ability. You might not think it's so wondrous, but I do. About two years ago, one day in school, my consciousness took flight and traveled to our kitchen where Mother was cooking, and while she was cooking she was listening to the radio, singing along and dancing to the beat of the music. I watched her for a while, and as suddenly as my consciousness took flight it returned to my body. Because I passed out, I was taken to the school nurse who summoned Mom. When I described my vision, we were both amazed to discover what I'd seen while unconscious had been real." He took a deep breath and continued. "My next trip didn't happen for a year, and once again, Mom was the person I visited during the trip. Again, what I'd seen during the journey was precisely what Mom was doing at the time. That's when I figured out I wasn't having visions. My consciousness, my ego, if you will, was actually leaving my body and traveling to wherever Mom was at the time. Then my trips started to happen more frequently. I couldn't control when they happened or how long my consciousness would be gone from my body. You've seen my body during those trips. It's in a deep Delta state, barely alive." "Of course. I've even held your hand while you were unconscious. You told me this ability was called remote viewing, a psychic ability exhibited by a few gifted individuals. When you told me what was happening to you, I did some research on the Internet. From what you just said, I don't believe you're involved in remote viewing. It sounds..." "In point of fact I am, but let's reserve that discussion for another time. During all my trips, I connected only with Mom, and each time I took a trip, we discussed it. I invaded her privacy, Darla, but she accepted the invasion and helped me without condemnation. Then not long ago, before I could control my trips, I connected with you. I visited you, instead of Mother." He noted anger start to form in her eyes. "Where was I and what was I doing at the time?" "You were at school with a bunch of friends." "That's it?" "Yes. At the time, my consciousness could only provide me with sight, and the views it presented were slightly out of focus, and the colors were washed out. I've since perfected color, brightness and focus, and have added my other senses, though they aren't perfected yet." "You've also learned to control the trips, when they start and how to end them. Do you also have the ability to choose whom you will visit?" "Yes." "And you've chosen to visit me a number of times since the first unbidden trip?" "Yes." Full-fledged anger now filled her eyes. "I want you to tell me about every trip you've taken to visit me - in detail!" "No." "No! Tell me, you fuck!" "No." "Have you seen me naked?" "Yes." "Fuck! You're as bad as coach!" David jumped to his feet. "That's it! I'm sick of being compared to that sick fuck! Get the fuck out of my room!" He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her from his bed. "Get out! Get the fuck out!" He opened the door, pushed her to the hall and slammed the door behind her, locking it. He stood in his room gasping for breath. He saw red in front of his eyes. His body shook, he was so angry. His hands clenched and unclenched, and he gritted his teeth, gnawing at the interior of his cheek until it bled. ------- Chapter 8 Carol expected to hear screaming and yelling when she returned to the house. Instead she heard only silence. She checked out by the pool, but the pool area was vacant, so she walked toward the kid's wing of the house. As she neared Darla's bedroom, she could hear her sobbing. The girl was lying on her bed curled up in the fetal position and crying as hard as Carol had ever seen her cry. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her daughter into her arms. Darla clung to her like Carol was a life line, and Carol didn't try to open a conversation with the distraught girl until she calmed down, which took quite a while. Darla would start to gain some control, and then the sobs would start all over again. Carol couldn't understand why her daughter was so devastated. She'd expected her to be huffing and puffing, angry as all get out, not limp with sorrow and despair. Finally, Darla calmed enough to answer Carol's questions. "Come on. Let's wash your face," Carol said and helped her daughter to her feet. In the bathroom, she instructed Darla to sit on the countertop, and she ran warm water over a washcloth and bathed her face. "Where's David," Carol asked. "I don't know. He threw me out of his room, so I suppose..." "Threw you out of his room? Why?" Darla's face clouded up again. "Because I said he was as bad as coach," she whimpered and started to cry again. Fuck! The females in this family sure know how to piss off its one male member. "That's what I said to him last night that made him so angry." Darla squared her shoulders, and a determined look entered her tear-streaked face. "Well it's true." "No it isn't. It's so far from the truth it's cruel for us to make a comparison at all, and what's more, I know you know David isn't as bad as coach. Admit it!" "He spied on me! Saw me naked!" "Yes, and he's done the same to me, but that doesn't make him as bad as coach. I know you feel violated. I know what David can do makes him appear sneaky and dirty, but it's not the same. Trust me, Darla, it's not the same." "He's probably watching us right now!" "No. If he were, he'd have touched me so I'd know he was with me. He hasn't touched me, so I know he's not watching." "He can touch?" "He can see, touch, smell, taste, and hear. He says he wants to learn how to speak." Suddenly fear filled Darla's eyes. "He touched me!" "Yes, once. He told me about the time he touched you. It was before he gained much control over touch, and he said it frightened you." Suddenly Darla gathered her anger and pointed it toward her mother. "How long have you known he could see me, touch me? "Since last night. That's when I pissed him off telling him he was as sleazy as coach." "He is! And you're just as bad. Why didn't you tell me last night?" "Because it was his responsibility to tell you, not mine, and as soon as the two of you were alone, he told you, didn't he?" No, Darla thought, not until he kissed me and put his filthy hands all over me. She shuddered with revulsion. She stopped feeling sad; she was angry, very angry, as angry as David had been earlier. She jumped from the counter and beat on the door leading from the bathroom to his room. "Open the door, you fuck!" Her little fists slammed against the door over and over again. "Open the goddamned door!" "Darla, get a grip on yourself." "Open the door!" She slammed both fists against the door. "Open the door!" She kicked it. "Open the door!" The tears started again. "Open the door!" A sob jerked her little body and she slid down the door to the tile floor. "Open the door," she whispered and curled up into a ball. "Open the door." Carol stared with her mouth agape. She didn't understand. Why was Darla so utterly devastated? It didn't make any sense. Had David touched her more than once? She needed a conversation with her son. Gathering her sobbing daughter into her arms, she helped her to her bed and started to remove her clothes. "No! Leave my clothes on! He'll see me!" Darla looked terrified. My God, what's going on? There's something more, Carol thought, something I don't know about, but I'm damned sure going to find out. She tucked Darla in and sat by her until she went to sleep. Then she went looking for her son. David walked in the door an hour later. "Where have you been?" Carol asked. "Walking." "Darla is devastated. Why?" "Because I did as you demanded and told her I've been invading her privacy. She told me I was as bad as coach, and I threw her out of my room." "That doesn't explain why she's so devastated. Did you touch her more than once during your visits?" "Yes, but she was asleep at the time. I catalogued her scents and tastes like I catalogued yours so I could call them back on subsequent visits to make the visits more realistic for me. Do you recall the time I did the same to you? No, because you were asleep, too. Darla didn't wake up, and the process was not sexual in nature." Which for the most part is true, he thought. "I don't understand. She should be angry, not distraught to the point I'm worried about her mental health. Are you sure you didn't play any sexual games with her like you did with me?" His guilty look told her everything. "You have, haven't you? Why did you lie to me?" "I didn't lie to you." "Then why are you looking so guilty?" "You know, Mom, I'm getting sick and tired of your attitude. I touched Darla inappropriately while on a visit once and once only, and I readily told you what happened that time. If Darla is devastated, look to yourself for the cause. You're the one who demanded with righteous indignation that I inform her I invaded her privacy. I did as you demanded, and the knowledge devastated her. Did you stop to think that you might be old enough and wise enough and strong enough to understand, but Darla couldn't?" "I will not allow you to lay this problem on me!" "Fine. You and Darla need a scapegoat for your own problems, go ahead and use me. Frankly, I don't give a damn anymore." He turned and walked from the room, and Carol laid her head on her arms and quietly wept. ------- Darla opened her eyes and saw her mother sitting by her on her bed. "Barbara is on the phone, sweetheart. She's all excited. Coach is in the news. He's been arrested. Do you want to talk with her or call her back?" "I'll talk with her." Carol handed her the portable phone, and Darla pushed herself to a sitting position. "Hi, Barbara." "It's on the news right now? Coach has been arrested!" "I've been asleep. What channel?" "Five, but I think all the local news stations are covering the story." "Let me look, and I'll call you back." Darla and her mother settled on the sofa in front of the television. Darla operated the clicker, moving from channel to channel. Different scenes of coach, handcuffed and being led to a police cruiser flashed while commentators listed the pedophile's alleged crimes. "David should be seeing this," Carol said. "Yeah, he..." Darla turned to her mother with a sudden look of understanding. "David was the unnamed source, wasn't he?" "Yes. He gathered all that evidence from coach's house while he was on a trip. He connected with you while you were at practice and then stayed with coach until he had enough evidence to get coach arrested without involving you or Barbara. He's quite a guy, Darla. Should I ask him to join us?" Darla sat and stared unseeing at the television for a few seconds. "I guess," she said finally. Carol rose, walked to David's room and knocked on his door. "It's open," he said. When Carol entered his room, he was lying on his bed with a book in his hands. "Coach has been arrested. It's on the news. Come and watch it with Darla and me." "I'll pass," he said coldly. "Come on, Son. Come and see the results of your efforts." "Why? So Darla can tell me I should be in cuffs like coach. No, I'll pass, thank you." He went back to his book. "You and Darla will need to deal with each other sooner or later. You..." "No we don't. We have to live in the same house, but we don't have to deal with each other." "Uh-uh. You're wrong. You'll have to deal with her and the situation in order to live in the same house, just like you had to deal with me. You'll need to sit down with her and..." "If Darla wants to talk with me, I'm easy to find. She owes me an apology. If she thinks otherwise, I will not deal with her." "You stubborn, mule headed... ! You're just like your father. Talk about me having righteous indignation, you take the cake." "Ah hell, that's enough. Just leave me the hell alone." He went back to his book. "Close the door behind you when you leave." Furious, Carol stared at him for a few seconds, turned on her heels and stomped away, leaving the door wide open. David grinned, rolled from the bed, shut and locked the door, returned to his bed and phased out. He soon hovered in the living room and watched the news with his mother and sister for a few minutes. To honor his promise, he reached and touched his mother's left shoulder. She turned toward the touch and smiled. "What did David say when you asked him to join us?" Darla asked when the news broke for a commercial. "He said he'd pass, but he couldn't resist. He's with us now." Darla swung her head around the room searching for him. "Touch her, David," Carol said. "David has promised to touch me whenever he visits so I know he's present. That way I don't feel like he invades my privacy so much." David touched Darla's hand. She jerked it away as if a snake had bitten her. "I'm sure he'd make the same promise to you. Would his touch reduce your concerns about being watched?" Darla shook her head. "Why should I trust him?" "Don't tell me, tell him. He can hear you?" Darla's eyes widened. "Spooky. It's like living in a haunted house." "It does take a little getting used to. Are you thirsty, Darla?" "Yes, a coke would be good." "Ask David to get it for you." "Impossible! He'd need to open the refrigerator, remove..." She stopped speaking and grinned maliciously. "David, may I please have a coke. In a glass with ice, please." "And I'd like a glass of white wine, David," Carol said. She turned to Darla and whispered, "While he's out of the room, I have a suggestion. If you want to make up with him, you owe him an apology." "No way. He's owes me an apology, not the other way around." "Do you really think he's as bad as coach?" Darla bit her lip. "No, not really, but..." "Shush. He's coming back." A tall glass filled with ice and cola along with a full glass of wine floated through the air. Carol reached and took the white wine. "Thanks, David. You're a dear." When the other glass defied gravity in front of Darla, she reached and took it. "Thanks, David." She sipped from the glass. "Hmm, nice and cold. David are you still here?" She felt a touch on her shoulder. "I owe you an apology. You are not as bad as coach. You're bad, but no where near as bad as coach." She glanced at her mother and shrugged. "I prefer the real David. He talks back." "He wants to learn to speak while on a trip, but to accomplish the task, he'll need feedback. Will you help him, give him the feedback he'll need?" "Maybe, but he must apologize first. He owes me an apology more than I owed one to him." A few minutes later, David strolled into the room, sat by Darla an apologized profusely. Carol left them to work things out when David suggested they sit out by the pool. Outside, the wind gusted, and the air felt damp. Ominous clouds were gathering. Before they could start their conversation, the phone rang inside. "Mom will get it," David said. "It's probably Barbara. I was supposed to call her back." A minute later, Carol stepped through the patio door and handed Darla the phone. "It's Barbara." "Barbara, I'm sorry I didn't call you back. It's been a bit crazy around here." "I understand. It's like that at my house, too. My parents are going bonkers and asking me all sorts of questions about coach. As we agreed, I'm playing dumb, but my mom wants to talk to your mom." "Why?" "I'm not a very good liar, so I think my parents suspect something. Anyway, tell your mom to expect a call from mine." "Okay." "If they decide to meet, I'll come to your house with my mother." "All right." "Gotta go. Mom wants the phone. Hurry!" Dial tone. "Mom!" Darla yelled. "Yes," Carol said standing behind Darla. "Oh, there you are. Sorry, I thought you were inside. Barbara's mother will be calling you. She doesn't believe the tale of innocence we concocted." The phone rang, and Darla handed it to her mother. "Hello." "This is Helen Gaines, Carol. Did you see the news?" "Yes, scary, huh?" "Very. I'd like to meet with you and talk about it. Barbara is acting funny, and I suspect she's hiding something." "That doesn't surprise me. I think Darla is hiding something, too. Let's put our heads together to determine what we should do, if anything." "Thank you for being so understanding." "Could you and Barbara come here? I'm going out of town mid-week, and I have a lot to do to prepare for the trip." "No problem. What's a good time for you." "An hour from now would be good." They said their goodbyes, and Carol hung up. She sat next to her children and sighed. "You two heard my end of the conversation. Any suggestions?" "Why did you say I was hiding something?" Darla asked. "Because you are, and so is Barbara. Barbara's mother won't let it go until she uncovers something, like I wouldn't let it go if I felt you were hiding something from me. Think about it. A person in authority over young girls is suddenly in the news, arrested for pedophilia and child pornography, and that person was your daughter's gymnastic coach. The poor woman is terrified, and she thinks Barbara is hiding something from her. She's drowning. We need to throw her a life buoy." "You're a genius, Mom," David said. "I suggest the girls admit to being touched inappropriately." "I thought we went to great lengths so Barbara and I could avoid being labeled victims," Darla remarked. "We did, but with Mom's help, you and Barbara can convince her mother to keep quiet about the touching by declaring how terrified you'd be if you were labeled one of his victims. Stress the notoriety that's heaped upon victims by the media. Barbara's mother will have her life raft, and this new wrinkle will be straightened out. I see a few potential problems, though. Will Barbara be willing to go along with the plan, and if so, can she pull it off. Lastly, how explosive is Barbara's father. Will he demand retribution regardless of how Barbara feels about the situation?" "Subject to the potential problems, I like it, David," Carol said. "What about you, Darla?" "Barbara will go along with anything David suggests." She winked at her brother. "I think she's got a little crush on you. And she can pull this off because she'll be telling the truth, just not the whole truth. I can't speak to her dad's attitude." "Subject to Mr. Gaines' attitude, we have a plan," Carol said. "Someone needs to talk with Barbara to clue her in and question her about her father. I'd do it, but I need to play dumb. I'm not really comfortable about lying to another parent. Parenthood is a club. We parents help each other; we do not promulgate lies started by our children, not if we're aware of the lies." "We could tell her the whole truth, except I'd need to use the unnamed source ploy," David said, "but I'm not comfortable with anyone else knowing the whole truth. The more who know the more likely the story will come out." "As much as I'd like to be completely honest with Mrs. Gaines, I agree with you David." She grinned. "Besides, it's a mother hen's duty to protect her chicks." "David, I think you should call her," Darla said. "Okay, but I'm worried about her mother listening it." He glared at his mother. "She'll throw out the no-eavesdropping rule to protect her chick, like you did." Carol laughed. "Probably. Darla, you call her and tell her to call you back when she's certain her mother isn't listening. Then you can hand the phone to David." The pizza arrived and they were stuffing their mouths when Barbara called back. David talked with her, and the plan was set. Barbara's father presented no problem. Her mother ruled the roost. Finally alone again, David turned to Darla, "How do you feel about how I've invaded your privacy?" "Crappy. I'm very embarrassed because you watched me touch myself. I know you did, because that's when you touched me. Mother wanted me to get undressed when I went to sleep earlier, but I was afraid you'd see me. I don't know if I'll ever feel comfortable dressing, undressing and bathing again, and I know I'll never feel comfortable masturbating again." She shuddered. "I feel violated. I think I understand how rape victims feel now. I hate your so-called ability, David, just hate it!" Thunder rumbled through the air with her pronouncement, which caused her to laugh. "See, Mother Nature agrees with me. What you do is freaky, David; it's unnatural." "I don't know if being called a freak is an improvement over being as bad as coach or not. I prefer to think of myself as unique, not a freak of nature, certainly not a candidate for a side-show at a carnival." "I didn't say you were a freak, David. I said what you do is freaky." "Same thing. When I leave my body, Darla, I leave my body. There is no me left in the unconscious shell I leave behind. I carry my sense of self with me when I travel. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable about what I do?" "Never visit me again, but even if you made the promise, I wouldn't trust you to keep it, so the promise would be worthless." "Mother accepted my promise to touch her whenever I visit her. She believes me, why can't you?" Because if I could do what you do, dear brother, I wouldn't keep such a promise, Darla thought. I'd watch you and hope I could see you naked, even seek an opportunity to see you playing with yourself. "Let me ask you this. Did you look for an opportunity to see me naked?" "Yes, but now I've seen you naked, I could resist my baser instincts and back away from any visit I stumbled into when you were partially clothed or naked." "Why? Is my body so boring you only wanted to see it once?" "Hah! I'll never tire of seeing you gloriously naked, sis. You're the most beautiful, sexy girl I know, but I also love you, so if the idea of me seeing you naked distresses you so much, I'd keep my promise." Fuck! I almost believe him, Darla thought. "What if you saw me masturbating again?" David blushed. "I'd try, I really would, but..." He swallowed and continued, "I'll tell you what I will do, and it's a cross-my-heart-hope-to-die kind of promise. If I visit you and you're masturbating, I'll touch you, and if you want me to leave, say so, and I'll be gone in a flash." Darla grinned wickedly. "Where will you touch me?" "Get your mind out of the gutter. The touch will be innocent. I touched you inappropriately during one visit, and I've felt guilty about it ever since." She blushed. "What if I didn't want the touch to be innocent?" "Uh-uh. Don't go there, Darla. I have a hard enough time keeping my hands off you when I'm in my body. When I'm out of my body, I'm still me, so don't ask me to do something you wouldn't want me to do if I and my body were in the room with you." And that's the real problem, bro. I want you to touch me. Whether you're a ghost or the real you, I want you to touch me. "Fair enough," she said. "These are my ground rules. You will never visit me without touching me so I'll know when you're ogling me. If you enter my space, and I'm partially or completely undressed, you will leave my space. Plus, I want the option to change the rules or add new ones. For example, right now, I don't have a boyfriend. Hopefully, that will change. When it does, I'll want to change the rules. Okay?" "I accept your ground rules but need one point clarified, the same point I needed to clarify with Mother. If I enter your space, and you are partially or completely naked, do you want me touch you and then leave, or just leave?" She thought about his question for a few seconds. How could she ask him to stay if he left before touching her? She didn't like that approach. It took the choice away from her. "What did Mother say?" "She wants me to leave without touching her." "Hmm. No, I'd want to know you were there. Touch me, and then leave." "I'd also like you to define the word 'partially' regarding how you're dressed. Completely undressed I understand." He grinned. "If I start taking my clothes off, get the hell out of my space." "You sleep in a t-shirt and panties. I've seen you dressed that way quite a few times. Is this... ?" "You're splitting hairs." "Probably, but I truly want to honor your wishes, Darla." "Partially dressed, means my breasts are exposed, but I'm covered down below, or vice versa." "Good. Now I understand. If you're wearing panties and bra, I don't have to duff." Darla chuckled. "David, you're incorrigible, but yes, I don't really mind you seeing me in my panties and bra." In truth, I don't mind if you see me completely naked, she thought, but only if I create the situation that gives you the view. She didn't like relinquishing control, which gave her an idea. "Okay, the ground rules are established. We've fashioned a tentative truce, but if you think I'm letting you off this easy, you've got another think coming. You spied on me, bro, invaded my privacy without my permission. You saw me naked; you watched me play with myself, and you touched me inappropriately. You owe me." She tried her to look as angry as possible. "And I'll get even if it's the last thing I do, and when I do, you'll accept whatever happens and cooperate fully, or our truce is off, and I'll make your life a living hell." ------- Darla sat at her dresser brushing her hair. She wanted it to shine. Her lips shined bright red, and she'd painted her fingernails and toes the same shade of red. After a long, hot bath, she'd shaved her legs, under her arms, and trimmed her pussy, finally applying a pleasant smelling lotion over her entire body. She knew it would feel silky to the touch, and she waited for the touch, the touch that announced David's ghost was watching her. The early evening with Barbara and her mother had proceeded as planned. Darla and Barbara had finally and reluctantly admitted that coach had touched them inappropriately, and both mothers forced them to describe in agonizing detail where and how the vile man had touched them. Although they had not shared the details, Darla and Barbara's descriptions were surprisingly similar. Then both girls had begged their mothers not to tell anyone, told them they were terrified about being labeled victims of the pedophile and subjected to the inevitable notoriety heaped on victims. Barbara's mother understood her daughter's real fears and quickly agreed to keep quiet about the fondling, making Barbara promise to tell her if any man ever touched her inappropriately again. Darla felt David's ghost-like hand on her left shoulder, which made her jump with surprise, and she turned toward the touch. "Hi, David. Guess what? It's partial payback time," she said with a malicious smirk. "In a minute, I want you to go back to your body and remove all your clothes. Don't hide your nakedness under a sheet either. I want you standing naked in the middle of your room. You invaded my privacy; I intend to invade yours. You saw me naked; I want to see you naked. Touch me if you understand." She felt his hand on the same shoulder again. "Leave your side of the bathroom door unlocked. I'll come to your room when I'm ready, but you'd better be standing naked whenever I arrive. Now, go to your body." Cute, real cute, David thought as he reentered his body. He removed all his clothes and stood, as instructed, in the middle of the open space between his bed and his computer desk. His penis was flaccid, dangling limp with his balls. He'd sensed nothing sexual in her demands. This was payback, as she said, and to his mind, she had the right. He stood, shifting his weight from one foot to the other for about ten minutes before the bathroom door opened and Darla stepped into the room. She looked stunning. Her hair shined, and her skin glistened. She wore the lipstick he loved to taste, and her multitude of fragrances intrigued his sense of smell. He didn't want to stand naked in front of her. He wanted to gather her into his arms and kiss her, but tonight he'd obey. He'd let her get even. Whatever she had planned he'd accept and cooperate. It was the least he could do. "No, don't look at me directly," she ordered. "I painted my toenails bright red. Look only at my toes until I tell you to look elsewhere." She paced a few feet back and forth in front of him. "You inspected my body, didn't you?" "Yes." "You took your time and looked me over very closely, didn't you?" "Yes." "Did you like what you saw?" "Yes, you're beautiful, sis." "Uh-uh. If you can answer my questions with a yes or no, do not embellish." "Okay." "You need a haircut." "Yes." "Hold your right arm high in the air." She moved to him and sniffed his armpit. "Thank you for showering." "You're welcome." "You touched me when you invaded my privacy, so I'll touch you." Standing in front of him, she ran her hand over his chest. So strong, so masculine, she thought as she caressed his pectorals, brushing her palm over his nipples. "Are your nipples sensitive?" "Yes, not like... sorry." "Go ahead. Say what you planned." "Not like yours. I think female nipples are much more sensitive than male's." He felt his penis twitch. Was she planning to make her payback sexual?" One of her hands moved up to his neck and rolled over his shoulder and then down his arm. She laid her other hand flat on his stomach. He tightened his abdominal muscles instinctively. "Not a six-pack, but acceptable," she said. "You have big feet and you don't take care of your toenails like you should. Okay, I'm going to inspect your backside. Pick a point on the wall in front of you and keep your eyes on it." She walked behind him. "Yes, you definitely need a haircut. Fold your arms in front of your chest." He complied and felt her hands on the back of his neck. Each hand moved sensuously outward, over his shoulders and down his sides to his waist, more of a caress than a touch. He loved her hands on him. Then both hands fondled the cheeks of his ass, squeezing, caressing. To his shame, he was getting a hard-on. "Nice butt, bro. Bend over and spread your cheeks." "What. No way!" "Fuck you then! You just broke the truce." "Okay, okay." He lowered his back to about a forty-five degree angle and pulled his ass cheeks apart just a little. "Bend lower and spread 'em wider." He complied, feeling blood rush to his face. Was he blushing, or did the position create the rush? The flush had one benefit, his cock returned to its flaccid state. "Come on, spread 'em wider. You acted like an asshole. I want to see what yours looks like." Payback can be a bitch, David thought as he spread his cheeks wider. And the bitch's name is Darla. ------- Chapter 9 David had never felt so mortified. His sister, as payback for invading her privacy, had him standing on display naked while she was dressed, and she had just insisted that he bend over and spread the cheeks of his ass. He felt her reach between his legs, and he jumped like he'd been goosed. "Calm down," she said, "and stay bent over. I want to check out your balls." She fondled them gently. "I ought to squeeze them until you scream for mercy, like you squeezed my nipple. Remember? You bit me, too. Bit my ear." Suddenly, David felt teeth on one cheek of his ass. He yelped. "Christ, Darla, you bit my ass!" He rubbed the bite with his hand. She hadn't held back. She'd bitten him hard! He could feel her teeth marks on his skin. She laughed heartily. "You're too tall for me to bite your ear." She stepped around in front of him. "Nice dick, bro, though don't take that as a compliment because it's the first one I've seen. I don't really know if it's nice or not." It did look nice to her, though, very nice. What did it feel like in the flesh, not under layers of clothes? She wrapped her hand around it and nearly gasped with pleasure, something she'd been desperately trying to avoid since she walked into the room. This was payback, but damn it, she really didn't want to be in charge, to be mean and cruel to him. What she wanted was to feel his arms around her and his lips pressed to hers. She felt his dick start to lengthen in her hand, and marveled at the wonder of the organ. He emitted a tiny moan. Good, she was getting to him. She wanted him to want her so much he'd beg. She'd lied a minute ago. David's wasn't the first dick she'd seen, but it had been fairly dark before when she'd seen the other one. She'd touched that one, too, took it in her hand, and squeezed it, and it had jerked all at once and squirted come all over the place. Would David's do the same thing? No, but it was getting larger - and harder. She stroked it, and he moaned again. "Go lie down on the bed on your back," she ordered and released his cock. How far should she take this? Should she follow through with her entire plan? Force him to masturbate while she watched? "Touch yourself," she said. "You watched me touch myself, didn't you?" "Yes." "Did seeing me play with myself excite you?" "Yes." "How? You were a ghost at the time." "My sense of self travels with me," he said as his fist stroked his cock. "I think sexual arousal is mostly in the mind." "Can you climax while you're a ghost?" "I wish you'd stop calling me a ghost." "That's how I think of you when you're not in you're body. Answer my question." "No. I'm an entity without form or substance." But her question intrigued him. Could he? Could he somehow create enough sensations to replicate an orgasm? Interesting. He made a mental note to explore the possibility later. "But you have hands, fingers and a thumb," she said. "I felt them when you touched my shoulder in my room tonight." "They're non-physical constructs, fashioned by my consciousness at my request." "Have you fashioned a dick?" "No." "Why not?" "I've had no need for one." "Are you hot?" "Yes." She groaned. "I can't do this anymore, David. Slide over." She pushed at his hip, and after he hitched himself over on the bed, she sat on the edge. He looked up at her and saw tears in her eyes. He held out his arms, and she fell into them. "I'm so sorry, David. I wanted to be mean to you, show you what it felt like to have your privacy invaded." "You succeeded." "I did?" "Yes, when you forced me to bend over and spread 'em." "Good, I guess. That's what I wanted, but I'm sorry now. Revenge isn't fulfilling, not really. I should have resisted, never started payback, but I couldn't. I wanted you to see how it felt to be touched without your permission, mostly how embarrassing it was to have someone watch you while you masturbate. Masturbation is a very private act for me, David, and you took the privacy out of it. You ruined it for me. I loved to masturbate. I looked forward to private moments when I could touch myself and bring myself to a climax and feel the exquisite sensations of an orgasm. It's one of life's real pleasures, and it's free, and it's no one's business except mine, and you ruined it for me, and I wanted to do the same thing to you, and I couldn't, and I'm sorry, and I'm babbling. Please kiss me and tell me you forgive me. Pl..." Gratefully, his mouth covered hers and stopped her babbling, but his mouth and arms and warm naked body started something else, something warm and loving and wonderful. Her body heat rose steeply as his hot lips moved against hers, and his naked body felt intensely erotic as she mashed her covered breasts against his bare chest. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest, beating so strongly she couldn't feel his. Her emotions were a wreck. They'd vacillated widely from an intense desire for revenge to self-revulsion, and then to deep sadness, and moved on from a feeling of loss to passionate desire, and finally to the life-enriching emotion of love. She'd exposed a streak of meanness in her she didn't know she'd possessed, and the discovery brought about severe melancholy. She'd believed she needed desperately to extract revenge to feel whole again, but the belief was false, not only false but also very wrong. She'd wondered if he had stopped caring for her, whether he no longer wanted to hold her in his arms when he realized how truly mean and cruel she could be. Then he had graciously held his arms out for her, and suddenly all the wretched emotions and the pain they caused fled. He still wanted her! He still wanted her in his arms, and she'd apologized immediately, told him how sorry she was for humiliating him. Then his lips covered hers, and a new emotion erupted - desire! But the lust she felt was mixed with a liberal dollop of love, and the tears welled in her eyes overflowed as his lips whispered that everything was all right. "You should go," he said. "No." "Please." "No." "Darla..." "Kiss me again." She gazed into his dark eyes. He wanted her! His words asked her to go, but the lust and love in his eyes begged her to stay. She brushed her lips to his and, straightening her back and with a smooth, quick effort, pulled her t-shirt up over her head. "Don't, Darla," he said, but his hands reached for her breasts, cupping them. Her nipples fell into grooves between his fingers, the webs rubbing the bottom sides of the turgid, sensitive bumps, and when he squeezed, his hands not only squeezed the whole of each breast but also tweaked her nipples. She gasped and covered his hands with hers, holding them tightly to her. "Don't stop," she whispered. "No fucking. We can't fuck, but don't stop." With a nod, he removed a hand from a breast and placed it at the nape of her neck to pull her mouth to his. He kissed her as she'd asked, tasted her, and slowly explored her mouth with his lips and tongue, the kiss becoming the most romantic kiss she'd ever experienced. The sensation of her naked breasts pressed against his strong, bare chest thrilled her beyond description. He was naked, but she wasn't, so when the kiss ended, she peeled off her panties. He helped. When she rolled over on top of him, his turgid cock, poked at her, throbbed against her, but she ignored it. She wanted to kiss him again while she was naked and he was naked with their bodies pressed firmly together all up and down their lengths. His tongue plunged into mouth. Romance was quickly fading as the heat of their passion increased. They moaned with pleasure, and squirmed against each other, forcing skin to touch skin. He felt so strong under her, so utterly male, and his hands roamed over her body, touching her everywhere they could reach. He rolled her to his side, and nuzzled her neck, his warm breath creating chills that ran up and down her spine. And he tasted her neck, and lower, raining soft kisses across her upper chest, and lower and lower. When his lips kissed a nipple, she moaned, and when he sucked it into his mouth, she groaned. This was what she wanted. She didn't want revenge; she wanted his love. While his lips and tongue explored her breasts, her fingers explored his erection. It was so long! Surely it wouldn't fit within her. But she would try to take it; when she was ready, when it was the perfect time, she'd try desperately to take every fraction of an inch of the wondrous organ inside her. She ran her palm over the end of it, and her hand came away wet. When she pulled her hand to her mouth and licked, his eyes widened. Until then, his hands had roamed without purpose, caressing various surfaces of her hot body, setting off nerve endings here and there, but now one of them zeroed in on the throbbing, wet heat between her legs. She opened herself to him when the palm of his hand moved up an inner thigh. She wanted him to touch her, wanted his fingers on her cunt, and he satisfied that want, which only created new ones. "Oh, David! Yes!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper. When his fingers slipped between her crease, and the pad of one finger found her entrance, she rotated her hips and the finger slid inside her. The upper part of his hand crushed her clitoris, and she climaxed. She grabbed his hand with both of hers, and cried out, but he muffled the sound with his mouth. She took a consciousness trip of her own then. The world around her fell away. Her consciousness existed for only one purpose - to FEEL! The exquisite sensations rippling through her body intensified, becoming stronger and stronger. She went beyond her normal peak and kept going! Was she dying? No human could bear such intense rapture and still live, but she lived, continued to FEEL, and finally all the sensations peaked at once. Every part of her body shuddered and shivered as the rapture overwhelmed her, and her consciousness became so blissful it fled. She watched a black void descend as if in slow motion until she experienced only the absence of light. She didn't know how long the black void held her. While in it's midst, she felt nothing, thought nothing, experienced nothing. When her eyes fluttered open she looked at the face of her brother hovering above her. He wore a tiny smile, and his eyes were still full of lust and love. "Kiss me again," she whispered. He gave her a small, soft kiss, just the kind of kiss she wanted. "Where was I? Where did I go?" she asked. "You passed out for a few seconds, I think." "Oh." Then she felt his erection against her. It throbbed with demand. She'd taken, but hadn't given, and she felt shamed. While reaching for him, she said, "Roll to your back, please." Using both hands, she started a slow, smooth stroke up and down his length. He moaned and his hips started to move, just a little at first, but with each stroke, the small thrusts became longer. He'd been ready for so long he ached, but he wouldn't ache much longer. He could feel his balls start to tighten and lift, and his cock grew, perhaps imperceptibly to the naked eye, but to David the sudden swelling felt massive. He gasped and threw his hips up off the bed as his body went rigid. He clenched his teeth like he had when he was angry, but this time the strain came from pleasure, pleasure that rushed through him in waves, building to a crescendo until the red in front of his eyes exploded into a white light no less bright than the one that transported his consciousness. He'd become fascinated when his sister had started to stroke his shaft with both dainty hands. He'd observed with avid attention while for the first time in his life someone other than him jacked off his cock, so he'd resisted the force of his orgasm to roll his eyes back in his head when the first massive spurt of his semen flew into the air. Darla, too, watched the explosion, and she emitted a soft squeak of wonder as it squirted high and then settled back onto his stomach. Her small sound moved his attention from the end of his cock to her astonished expression, and then he became astonished when she dipped her head and encircled the head of his ejaculating shaft with her hot, wet mouth. He groaned mightily, lowered his hips a little and then thrust up through her hands and into her throat when his second explosion went off, not in the air, but into her sucking mouth. The volume must have been too much for her because she'd risen up off the crown when the third contraction jetted semen into the air. The white stuff didn't travel far because it struck her in the face. The next contraction didn't produce much semen, or the next, and that's when he collapsed back to his bed. Normally, he'd lie relaxed and concentrate on the fluttering sensations of a dying orgasm, but this time his eyes studied his beautiful sister, the girl who'd just given him the best climax he'd ever experienced. It wasn't the best because it had been the most powerful or most intense or longest lasting. It was the best because he had shared it with Darla. The orgasm hadn't happened in privacy, like all the other climaxes he'd experienced. It happened because a warm and beautiful and caring girl named Darla, his sister, had reached and wrapped her pretty hands around his erection and took his arousal higher and higher until he'd exploded. "I want to kiss you," she whispered, "but I'm a mess." She was wiping his semen from her face with the backs of her hands. The palms were already covered with his seed. "Kiss me anyway. I don't mind. I just want you to kiss me." "Yes!" she exclaimed and quickly mashed her mouth to his. He encircled her with his arms, and felt her heat and the satiny smoothness of her skin. When the kiss ended, she reluctantly rolled away from him. "I'll leave now," she said quietly. She didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay in his arms all night long, but she knew if she did, they'd fuck, and they couldn't fuck. She wasn't protected, and she wasn't ready. It took her a while to locate her panties and t-shirt, and she felt his eyes on her as she moved around, which didn't disturb her. He could watch her naked in the flesh anytime he wanted. At the door to the bathroom, she turned to him. "David, I'm sorry about the payback. I'm not sorry about what we just did. Are you?" "No." "I'll want to do it again, not the payback, but the other." "Yes." "Goodnight." "Goodnight." Fifteen minutes later, David's consciousness moved from his body and hovered in Darla's bedroom. Was she asleep? It didn't matter. He'd promised to touch her. He reached and moved her hair from her cheek, and caressed her. Then he gave her a soft kiss on her mouth. Goodnight, he whispered in his mind. "Goodnight, David," Darla murmured, and squirmed in the sheets, thoroughly content, and she suddenly realized his ghost-like visits wouldn't bother her any more. She wanted him with her, even when he wasn't. ------- With a shake of her head, Carol groaned. She'd just experienced an "A-hah!" of discovery, suddenly finding the missing piece in the puzzle Darla had presented with her uncharacteristic behavior the day before. Yesterday, Darla was limp, full of despair, possibly on the verge of a breakdown, utterly devastated by David's invasion of her privacy. This morning she was vitalized, so full of energy she couldn't hold still, that is until she her eyes fell on her brother as he walked into her view. Then she turned all soft and feminine, and her eyes glazed over. Fuck! She's in love with him, or thinks she is, which at her age is the same thing. That's why she was so devastated when David announced he'd been invading her privacy. She's in love with him, and he betrayed her with his secret ability, betrayed her by not telling her and spying on her like a voyeur. What's more, he not only betrayed her, he also physically threw her out of his room, a form of rejection in her mind, and for a teenaged girl in love for the first time, rejection is more powerful than betrayal. Darla's mercurial temper fought an all out battle with the loss she felt from his rejection, combined with his betrayal and invasion of her privacy, and in the end, she couldn't act, couldn't sustain her anger, could only curl up into a ball and sob. Did David know Darla was in love with him? Not likely, or at least, he wasn't sending out the same signals. But he'd looked guilty when Carol had asked him if he'd touched her more than once during his visits. Carol had backed off because David repeated, even embellished his interaction with Darla during his visits with her. Besides, David rarely lied to her. Suddenly, a light came on, struck her with the force of a blow - another "A-hah!" of discovery. She'd asked the wrong question! David had looked guilty when she'd asked if he'd touched Darla more than once, and then recovered when she'd added "during his visits." Her children were messing around, but not while David was on a trip. No, they'd both been flesh and blood when they played their hot-blooded incestuous games. Carol pursed her lips and frowned. Her own incestuous games with her son would pale in comparison to those Darla would invent and initiate. Darla would turn her brother everywhere but loose. The poor lamb didn't have a chance. The question she had to answer was what should she do about it? Oh, she knew she had to put a stop to it, but how? One thing was certain, she couldn't leave them together alone in the house Wednesday through Sunday while she was in Albuquerque, and she couldn't cancel her trip. The sales she'd lose from the cancellation could be justified, but not the future sales from the loss of two or three current manufacturers that needed the sales from the show more than she did, not to mention two new manufacturers she'd worked hard to obtain. They'd fire her if she failed to present their products in the show. A cancellation could prove to be catastrophic. Her mother would stay with her children, but they'd run circles around her. She was a dear, but also naïveté personified. David and Darla could strip and do their thing in the same room under a blanket, and she wouldn't suspect a thing. Ellen's parents would take Darla; they'd taken her before, but Darla had announced that Ellen was no longer a friend when Carol had questioned her why Ellen had cancelled her date with David, so that avenue wasn't an option. Carol had established a pretty good rapport with Barbara's mother. Would she take Darla under her wing while Carol was out of town? Barbara and Darla appeared to be getting along like two peas in a pod. If Carol could place one of her children outside the house, her mother could handle the other one. She also needed to confront David and Darla, first separately and then together. Darla would lie through her teeth, but David would probably cave, so she elected to speak with David first. She dreaded the confrontation because she wasn't exactly the poster mom for anti-incestuous behavior. She found David in the garage tinkering with his bicycle. "We need to talk." He grimaced. He usually grimaced when she said those four little ominous words. "Talk away." She'd decided the best course of action would be to figuratively hit him between his eyes with a two by four, and then follow the attack with loving understanding. By the time she was finished with him, he'd be punch drunk, but he'd know she loved him - hopefully. "I figured out why you looked guilty yesterday, and you were correct. You didn't lie to me. Discounting your experimental excursion into smell and taste, you touched Darla inappropriately on only one trip. You didn't lie to me because I asked the wrong question. How far have you and Darla gone, and I'm not talking about when you're a ghost?" "Christ, you, too. I asked Darla to quit referring to me as a ghost, and now you've picked up on it." "You and Darla have been playing sexual games, David. I'm just trying to determine what kind of games." "You and I played sexual games, Mom, not Darla and me." "Then why is she in love with you?" His jaw dropped. "What gave you that crazy idea?" I'll be damned! He's honestly surprised, even shocked. He isn't aware of her feelings for him. "Is Darla still a virgin?" "I don't know. Ask her. If she's not, I had nothing to do with it. Jeez, Mom, you're coming out of left field. If you truly need to know why I looked guilty, I'll tell you. Remember your kissing lesson? Well, we never did get around to a passionate kiss, and I had that date with Ellen coming up. I felt... well, not up to the task, so I asked Darla if she'd help. She agreed to be my practice kissing dummy, and - damn it, Mom, the last kiss got pretty passionate. When Darla got through with me, I felt ready for Ellen or any other girl." He grinned. "My little sister is a hell of a kisser." "That's it? You haven't been playing any sexual games with her?" With a blush, he said, "Yes, in my mind. The kiss produced some intense fantasies. That's really why I looked guilty." Carol shook her head. Somehow her plan had gone awry. She'd get nowhere with David, not beyond what he told her. Shrugging, she decided to confront Darla. She had some ammunition with the kissing lesson. If Darla denied the passionate kiss, Carol would know her daughter was lying and could use the lie against her. When Carol poked her head in her daughter's room, she found her daughter on the telephone. Darla waved her in. "My mom just came into my room, Ellen. Gotta run... Yeah, me, too. Bye." "Have you and Ellen kissed and made up?" Carol asked. "Not really. David said he connected with her this morning, and she looked unhappy, so I called her. We'll never be best friends again, but Ellen has a heart of gold, and shunning her wasn't the answer." Cool opening, Carol thought. "How do you feel about David visiting Ellen on one of his trips?" To be frank, Mom, it pissed me off, Darla thought, but you'll never hear that from me, and neither will David. She shrugged. "David will do his thing regardless of what I think. By the way, David and I plan to experiment with speech while he's a ghost this afternoon." "Are you feeling better about your loss of privacy?" With a grimace, she said, "Sort of. It's still a worry, though." She chuckled and continued. "I was alone earlier and was picking my nose without thinking, and suddenly I wondered if he were watching." Which was true. "And this morning when I stripped to shower, I was very nervous." Which was a lie. She'd smiled when he'd touched her, and she'd told him he didn't need to leave as long as he'd wash her back. Jeez, that had been something else again! What's she thinking? Her eyes are literally glowing from a memory, Carol thought. She must be thinking about David. "You're in love with him, aren't you?" Carol asked. "What? Who?" Look at her. Her eyes aren't confused. They're full of fear. "David, of course. Who else?" "Mom!" Darla exclaimed indignantly. "Jeez! David's my brother!" Carol grinned. "You're over acting, you ham. I know you're in love with him. I could see it in your eyes when you looked at him this morning. You were full of energy until he came into your sight. Then you melted, became all soft and warm and feminine. I wasn't born yesterday, Darla. I recognize love when I see it. When did you fall in love with him? Did it happen when you helped him learn how to kiss?" Damn it, that boy never could lie to Mother very well, Darla thought. How much does she know? Play dumb! Deny! Play dumb, and then deny some more. And when I get David alone, I'm going to castrate him with my bare hands. Chuckling inwardly, she envisioned a barehanded castration. She'd bend him over like last night to accomplish the task. "I love David, Mom, but I'm certainly not in love with him. About the kissing lesson, he asked me to help him prepare for his date with Ellen, and I foolishly agreed without knowing he wanted to practice kissing, or I'd have told him to take a flying leap." She grinned. "After a couple of kisses, I didn't mind anymore. He's a good kisser, Mom, and I think he was messing with me. He didn't need any practice. Someone had already taught him a whole bunch about kissing." And that someone was you, Mom. Am I losing my touch, Carol asked herself, or am I barking up the wrong tree? Their answers were plausible and, on the surface, sounded honest. Could Darla be in love with her brother and not know it? Possibly, but not likely. She resolved to be vigilant. If they were messing around, it wouldn't take her long to catch them in the act. ------- "Mom suspects we're messing around, Darla," David said. The siblings were sitting outside by the pool. Their mother was inside preparing lunch. "Tell me about it. She put me through the third degree this morning." "Me, too. She told me she believed you were in love with me." "Yeah, she said the same thing to me." "What did you say to her?" "That I loved you but wasn't in love with you. She brought up the time we practiced kissing, so I assumed you'd blabbed about it." "Yeah. I needed something to back her off. I used the practice session as a bit of misdirection, Darla, not to blab, and I certainly didn't tell her how far we went." "I figured that out. She'll watch us like a hawk, David. We'll need to be very careful." "Careful hell. We need to keep our hands off each other." With a chuckle, he added, "Lips, too." We'll see, Darla thought. I have plans for you tonight, buster. "Mom's coming. I'll help her bring everything out." When the three of them were sitting around the patio table, Carol said, "I understand the two of you plan to experiment with speech while you're on a trip this afternoon, David." "Uh-huh," he said while chewing. "I studied the anatomy of speech last night..." "Last night?" Darla asked, obviously surprised. "Yes. While my body sleeps I can read and use the computer. My consciousness doesn't rest anymore, but my body does. I can study all night and still get up feeling rested." "Cool," Darla commented. Actually, it's amazing. What an edge! "Anyway, I don't think speech will be as easy to handle as my senses. It's a complex process. Fortunately, a lot of work has been done regarding speech in order to synthesize speech on a computer, so resource material was easy to find. Generally, speech signals are air pressure waves that travel from the speaker's mouth to the listener's ears. The mouth I fashioned for my trips I created for... well, touch, not speech, so I'll need to reconfigure it. And there are a lot of other things involved like the lungs that produce the initial air pressure essential for the speech signal, plus the pharyngeal cavity, oral cavity and nasal cavity, which collectively are called the vocal tract. These things shape the output sounds we perceive as speech." "Sounds awfully complicated, David." She giggled, and when David groaned, she added, "Sorry, the pun truly is the lowest form of humor." "So true, so true, but you were correct. Speech is complicated. Today, if I produce any sound at all, I'll be happy." He flashed the girls a boyish grin. "I plan to cry like a baby with a wet diaper. As a child matures, he learns how to make other sounds, finally combining them into a recognizable word, like daddy. Daddy is easier to say than mama because the nasal cavity opens another air hole to create what linguists call nasal sounds, which includes the sound for the consonant M, an extra step a baby must learn to say mama as opposed to daddy." "So that's why the first words out of your mouth were da da," Carol said. "I was so jealous. Let me see if I understand. To speak you'll need to fashion a mouth capable of speech plus lungs and the organs that make up a vocal tract, and then learn how to manipulate them. Correct?" Carol asked. "Essentially. The mouth itself is pretty complex, with lips, teeth, tongue, hard and soft palate all becoming involved - the jaw, too." He sipped iced tea. "Plus the larynx, esophagus, and trachea all become part of the process, and none of these things exist in the entity I become when my consciousness takes flight. Although, I spent a few hours working with my consciousness last night attempting to construct the elements needed to produce speech." "Amazing!" Darla exclaimed. "I can hardly wait for you to try. My major problem with one of your visits is your inability to talk back." She laughed. "Of course, I can make a cutting remark, and you can't respond with one of your own, so maybe we should leave well enough alone." "May I be present for your first attempt, too?" Carol asked. "Sure. Why don't I go inside, phase out and try right now. Whenever one of my senses first arrived, it assaulted me with intense force. Sound was so loud, if I'd actually had ears, I think it would have broken my eardrums, so I expect the sound of my manufactured voice to be very loud. I'll try to turn down the volume as quickly as possible, but I suggest both of you have your hands close to your ears with your mouths open to protect yourself." He pushed back his chair and went inside. "He's serious, isn't he?" Darla asked. "Very, and what's more, he'll probably succeed. David never fails to surprise me when it comes to his ability, though sometimes I think it's more of a curse than an ability." "Yeah, I know what you mean." "We'd better get ready," Carol said and opened her mouth as she placed the palms of her hands close to her ears. Darla aped her mother's posture, and a few seconds later the most blood-curdling sound either of them had ever heard assaulted them. Even with their hands over their ears and their mouths open, the sound still produced serious pain. Fortunately, its duration was very short, no longer than a second. When Darla removed her hands from her ears and closed her mouth, her ears were still ringing, and she worried she might be deaf because when her mother moved her lips, she couldn't hear her at first. She breathed a sigh of relief when soon the sounds coming from her mother's mouth became intelligible. "I'm glad he warned us," Darla said and twisted her jaw to relieve the remaining pain and ringing in her ears. David opened the patio door, and stepped from the house. Grinning from ear to ear, he asked, "Did you hear it?" "Yeah," Carol said, "and so did the neighbors and half the citizens in the Phoenix Metro Area. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if the cops soon banged on our door and arrested us for disturbing the peace." "That loud, huh?" David asked. "My ears still hurt," Darla remarked, swallowing to relieve the pressure. "Will it be that loud again for your next attempt?" she asked fearfully. "No, I had a volume knob at the ready and turned it down to off as soon as I could and saved the setting. The next time I try I'll turn it up slowly until you tell me it's at the appropriate level. Then it's a matter of forming the sound I created into the various consonants and vowels and stringing them together into words. It'll take a while, but I should be able to produce recognizable sounds by the end of the afternoon. Fortunately, unlike a baby, I don't need to learn the language, too. Isn't it amazing what little babies can do?" "It's the most exciting thing imaginable," Carol said. "You two go on with the experiment. I need to do some work to get ready for my trip," Carol said. ------- Chapter 10 "Dar-la," a strange sounding voice said late that afternoon. Darla's eyes widened with shock, and she squealed with excitement. "David, you said my name!" She couldn't see him, of course, because he was busy being a ghost, but she felt his presence somehow. She jumped to her feet. "You deserve a hug. Go back to your body..." Suddenly she felt invisible strong arms wrap her, and the ghost pulled her close. Carol walked into the room and chuckled when Darla rolled her eyes at her. "He's giving me a hug, Mom." "Takes a little getting used to, doesn't it?" "Yeah." And she preferred flesh and blood arms to the constructs David had fashioned. "He said my name, Mom!" "Really?" "Uh-huh." With a chuckle, she added, "Good thing my name wasn't Mary or Matilda or Nancy. He'd have to learn how to open the air hole in the... I forget." She felt the arms holding her release her. "Say my name again for Mother, David." "Darla." Carol grinned and cocked her head. "What about your old mom's name, David. Got a handle on it yet?" "O." "That means no. He can't say em or en yet. Too nasal, he says." "Caw... o." the voice quipped. "Close, David. Say care," Carol said. "Care," David said. "Great! Perfect! Now say olé." "O-lay." "Now put the two together." "Care-o-lay." "Yeah, you're almost there. Now leave the 'a' sound off at the end." "Care-o-l. Carol." "By gosh, I think you've got it!" Carol exclaimed. "Give me a hug, too." She realized she'd seriously missed her son's imaginary arms around her when he pulled her close. "Kiss, too," the breathy strange voice announced. Ah! She melted. She'd missed his lips on hers even more. She felt her baby-chewed nipples stiffen a little as the soft kiss became just a touch romantic. "Enough!" Carol exclaimed waving her hand in front of her face like a fan. "You'll make me swoon." Darla laughed at her mother's rendition of a woman with vapors. David's concept of a laugh frightened both of them. "David, don't try laughing, not for a while," Carol advised. ------- Darla glanced at the clock on her nightstand. Midnight. Finally! She'd vowed not to stir until the witching hour. Rolling her feet to the floor, she pulled off her t-shirt, and then peeled off her panties. The light at her dresser was small, perfect for her purpose, and she flipped the switch. The sudden light momentarily blinded her. She sat and lifted her hairbrush. Fifty strokes later, her hair shined. After pinching her cheeks, she applied just a touch of rouge, and then brushed everything smooth before she applied new lipstick. Ready or not, David, here I come. She walked through the bathroom and turned the knob on the door leading to David's room. Locked! Damn him! She'd told him to leave it unlocked. She knocked quietly, and suddenly the door swung wide. The light from the computer let her see her brother. He was unconscious on his bed. "Go back to your body," Darla demanded with a forceful whisper. "No," David's disembodied voice stated. "Congratulations. You've learned to make the nasal sounds, but you'd better turn down the volume a little or you'll wake mother. Check on her quickly to make certain she's asleep and come back to your body." She couldn't see if he obeyed, but still she moved into his room and climbed up on the bed with David's unconscious body. He wore a t-shirt and boxers. Squirming close to him, she waited for his return while enjoying his body heat. Seconds later, David's eyes fluttered and snapped open. "Hi," Darla whispered and kissed him. David struggled a little, but not much, and soon went with the kiss. Finally he pushed her away, holding her from him with his hands on her shoulders. "Darla, this is insane." "Yeah. Fun, huh? Was Mother asleep?" "Yes, but I watched her set her alarm for one o'clock. I think she plans to check on us." "Perfect that gives us forty minutes." She reached through the hole in his boxers and wrapped her hand around his flaccid dick, which caused it to start growing immediately. "Uh-uh. I inherited Mother's acute sense of smell. If we mess around, this room will reek. I adore the fragrance of your arousal, but... ah, hell, it's just too risky, Darla." Damn it! He's right. "Okay," she said as she pulled his half-hard cock from his underpants and gave it a few strokes until it stood straight, fully erect. "A shame. This is what I was going to do for you." She leaned down and took as much of his length as she could into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around the shaft. He groaned. "Unfair." With a smack, she released him. "Just a sample of things to come," she said with a grin. "Wake me after she goes back to sleep." He shook his head, but Darla could see his heart wasn't in the negative response. He needed a little more incentive. "David, one of my favorite fantasies is to have you come in my mouth after I've come all over your mouth, or vice versa. Have you ever fantasized about either?" His jaw gaped, and he nodded enthusiastically. "How would you like to turn the fantasies into realities? Wake me after Mom goes back to sleep." He struggled with the request but in the end couldn't resist. He nodded. ------- Carol groaned and slapped the alarm with the palm of her hand and the raucous sound gave way to magnificent silence. A mother's work is never done, she thought bitterly and rolled her feet to the floor. She pulled on a robe and left her bedroom, hoping she was wrong. If they were sleeping together, she'd catch them in David's room. She'd checked both beds earlier that day, and only David's sheets showed evidence of dried semen. Darla's bedroom came first in the hall, and Carol turned the knob. It was locked, which meant nothing. Half the time Darla locked the door, and half the time she didn't. If David's door were locked, she'd knock on it. His ghost would be up and about and would open the door for her; either that, or she'd wake up the real David. If he didn't rouse, she'd knock on Darla's door, and if needed, she'd pound on both doors. She needed to know if they were sleeping together, damn it! David's door wasn't locked, but she knocked anyway before she pushed it open. "Mom," said the unreal voice David used while on a trip. "Yes. I couldn't sleep and wondered if I'd catch your consciousness up and about. Would you mind reconnecting with your body for a while?" A few seconds later, David's body stretched. "Hi, Mom." She sat next to him on his bed. Glancing at his computer, she asked, "What are you researching?" "Navigation." She raised her eyebrows. "Why?" "So far, I've only connected with individuals, but I'd like to connect with a place, too. I've tried to visit the Tempe Public Library so I could do some of my research there at night, but I haven't succeeded. Also, I worry about my consciousness getting lost." He went on to tell her why. "So I'm studying navigation, which is leading me into areas of physics and mathematics the high school doesn't teach." "I see." She wanted to check on Darla. "Excuse me a minute. I need to use the bathroom." Looking over her shoulder at the bathroom door, she said coquettishly, "No peeking." "I've honored our agreement." "I know." She closed the door and tried the door leading into Darla's room. It was locked, too. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe her children weren't messing around. She sat on the toilet and peed. Announcing the urge to go to the bathroom had caused it to flourish. She wiped, flushed the toilet and rinsed and dried her hands. Back in David's room, she sat on his bed and took his hand in hers. "David, I believe you and Darla are doing stuff together you shouldn't be doing. Both of you have denied it, and your denials rang true at the time. Still, I have reasons to believe... ah hell, I'm tired of pussyfooting around. David, have you fucked your sister?" "Not only no, but hell no!" Her shoulders sagged with relief. She believed him. "Have you had oral sex with her?" "No!" An image of Darla's pretty mouth around his hard-on about an hour ago popped into his mind, and he knew he looked guilty. "David?" Another bit of misdirection was warranted. "Damn it, you just can't leave it alone, can you? Think! I said I catalogued Darla's tastes and smells. Does tasting her pretty pussy while she was asleep and I was a ghost count as oral sex? Christ! Now the two of you have me using the ghost word. Anyway, I damned well know what her pussy tastes like. If that's oral sex, then I'm guilty as charged." "If you haven't been fucking and having oral sex, you've been kissing and petting," she persisted. "Yep, and I told you all about the kissing lesson. A passionate kiss involves a little petting, at least according to Darla. I'm sick and tired of this inquisition, Mother. Get off it. Please." She squeezed his hand affectionately. "Okay." She yawned. "I guess, I'd better go back to bed and let you return to your studies. By the way, your grandmother will be staying with you and Darla while I'm gone." "Crap! That's because you don't trust us alone. Right?" "Yep. I'm not completely convinced the two of you are as innocent as you claim. I considered shipping Darla off to stay with Barbara during my absence, but I really don't know her parents well enough to impose, but that option is open. Goodnight, Son." "Yeah, goodnight." Furious, he leaned back, willed the bright light to appear and exited his body. He found Darla scurrying back to her bed. She'd been eavesdropping, and he wondered how much she'd overheard. Shrugging imaginary shoulders, David moved his viewpoint to his mother and watched her remove her robe. He was supposed to touch her, but he was angry, so he kept his imaginary hands to himself and watched as she climbed into bed. A small nightlight in the master bath gave David just enough illumination to see. Mumbling, she pounded her pillow angrily with her fist. "Fuck!" she exclaimed. "I still don't know." She tossed and turned for a minute, and then rummaged about in her nightstand. She removed an object, and quickly pulled it under her sheet. Even in the dark, David recognized his mother's vibrator. He'd never seen her use it, but when he'd roamed the house to catalogue scents and tastes, he'd run across it. "David, if you're watching, get the hell out of my space!" He heard a buzzing sound and, to honor her demand, he suddenly appeared in his bedroom, which confused him because he'd expected to connect with Darla. Then he saw her on his bed cuddled up to his body. She was naked again, gloriously naked, and so beautiful she took his breath away, that is, if he'd been breathing at the time. With a silent groan, he wondered what to do? He wanted her, wanted her in the worst way, but if he allowed their relationship to develop any deeper, they'd end up fucking. Hell, she wanted him as much as he wanted her, more if that were possible. Could they maintain a sexual relationship that didn't progress beyond oral sex? He believed he could, at least for a while, but Darla had led their sexual explorations from the get go, not him. She'd decide when it was time to fuck, and try as he might, he wouldn't be able to resist when she gave him the green light. He wondered if his mother had his sister pegged. Was Darla in love with him? He knew he loved her, loved her more than a brother should love a sister - way more. But was he in love with her? He couldn't answer the question, not definitively, and because he couldn't, he suspected he wasn't in love with her. But then, he didn't have a clue what romantic love felt like. He only knew he didn't want to be with another girl, not intimately, and that included his mother. Though an incestuous psychic fuck would be an interesting experiment, he added. With imaginary lips, he smiled and switched viewpoints to check on his mother's progress. She'd removed her nightgown and kicked the top sheet down. Her knees were up and splayed. She'd assumed that obscene yet beautiful posture of female submission, so open and so very inviting. The fingers of one of her hands were pulling forcefully on a nipple, and she was plunging her vibrator into her and jerking it out, back and forth at an amazing speed. He doubted he could match the speed if he were doing the thrusting. The buzzing sound seemed louder than when he'd first heard it, and he decided the vibrator probably had variable speeds. "Fuck me, David!" his nasty mother exclaimed. "Fuck - me - with - your - big - long - cock!" She gasped between each word. She was living a fantasy, an incestuous fantasy, one in which he played a major role. What would she do if he touched her now? Never mind. He remembered. She'd slap him silly the next time she saw him, and he'd deserve whatever punishment she inflicted. He made a request and reentered his body. "Hi," Darla said and kissed him He quickly pushed her back from his lips. "Mother's still awake." "Bummer." She stifled a yawn. "She's..." No, he had no right to tell Darla what his mother was doing. "She might come back. You should go to your room." God, he was hard. His mother's fantasy and the vision she'd offered by plunging a vibrator in and out of her cunt combined with his sister lying naked and willing on his bed had him as hot as he could remember. "Okay," she said and stroked his cock, which had slipped up through the hole in his boxers, standing tall and throbbing in the light from the computer monitor. She leaned and gave the end a quick lick. "I love your taste, David," she whispered. "Touch me in my room when she's asleep. I'll be awake." "Go! I'll check on Mom right now." He could hardly wait. His mother's body stiffened in orgasm just as he entered her space. She wailed and then whimpered, pulled out the vibrator and jammed it back in as hard as she could. "Yes!" Her hips relaxed and ratcheted up again. "Yes!" Again. "Yes!" And yet again. "Yes!" Then she collapsed. Tears streamed from her eyes, and she rolled to her side, jerking occasionally when aftershocks from her orgasm yanked her. A few minutes later, she begrudgingly rose from her bed and washed the vibrator. While in front of the mirror, she berated her image. "You're a shitty role model. Your children could very well be fucking each other, and what do you do? You fuck yourself with your faithful friend and give it your son's name. Fuck! You're no better than they are." She wiped the back of her hand across her tear-filled eyes. The problem is I understand Darla and her needs, she thought while she bathed her face with a warm washcloth. I want to fuck David, too. And not when he's a ghost. Staring at herself in the mirror, she tried to be honest with her image. She wanted her son warm and alive and fucking her hard and fast. She wanted his long cock inside her, a real cock, one that felt hot, one that throbbed with need, not a construct he'd fashioned in his imagination. Yes, like her daughter, she wanted the flesh and blood David. "Lord help me," she said out loud, not as a prayer but as an expression, "but I sure do want him. I can't get him out of my mind." She looked up toward the ceiling. "Are you there, David. If you are, you need to help me. I don't know if I'm strong enough. I need you to be strong enough for both of us." She shook her head, and returned to the bedroom, unceremoniously dropping the vibrator, her friend she'd named David that night, into the nightstand drawer and slamming it shut. The nightgown she'd removed earlier was tangled atop her bed. She picked it up to put it on. "Fuck it," she said and let it drop to the floor. She crawled into her bed naked and pulled the sheet up over her. Nestling into her pillow, she said, "If you're there, David. It's safe now. I won't get back up again, not tonight. You can go fuck your sister now and get away with it. Goodnight." Not thirty seconds after she closed her eyes, David heard his mother's breathing deepen, and soon he knew she was sound asleep. When he moved from his mother's bedroom and hovered over Darla, he found her asleep, too. He kissed her softly, and she stirred, but didn't awaken. She was out for the night. So was Barbara. And Ellen. Resigned to spend the rest of the night alone, he sat, sort of, in the computer chair, and reached for the mouse with his imaginary hand. ------- "Why didn't you wake me up last night?" Darla asked. "I tried, but by the time Mom went to sleep you were dead to the world," David replied. They sat under a tree at school eating their lunch. "I saw you scurrying back to your room just after Mom left mine, how much did you hear?" "I heard her announce Grandmother will be staying with us while she's gone." "Yeah. Damn it, I love Grandma, but the thought of living with her for five days depresses me. She'll mother-hen us to death." Darla grinned mischievously. "I have a few fun ideas about how to lift you out of your depression," she said and squeezed his thigh over his jeans. "Did you hear Mom mention farming you out to Barbara's parents while she's gone?" "Uh-huh," she mumbled still chewing. She swallowed. "Well, we'd better cool it until she leaves, or you'll be sharing Barbara's bed for five days, not mine." "Spoilsport. What about my fantasies?" "Darla, I'd like nothing more than to explore your fantasies with you, but if we don't cool it..." "I know. I know. Okay, my fantasies will remain mere fantasies until Wednesday night." They didn't talk for few minutes while they finished eating and gathered up their lunch mess. "What did you study last night?" Darla asked, changing the subject. That David's consciousness never rested amazed her. "I started with navigation, but couldn't wrap my mind around it. While surfing, I found an abstract on consciousness, and then lost interest in it, too, when the author pompously informed the world that, and I quote, 'Conscious or mental events as we know them are in some kind of necessary connection with neural events.' His first mistake was equating consciousness and mental events, and his second was insisting a neural connection is necessary. When my consciousness takes flight, I have no neural connections, and accordingly, consciousness isn't a mental event." "But you are the exception, David, not the rule. Couldn't the theory be accurate for the rest of us?" "Maybe, but I doubt it. Barbara is waving at us." Darla waved back, and the girl moved toward them. "But you THINK when you're a ghost, David, so why can't consciousness be a mental event?" "My consciousness can think, but it isn't a thought, and my consciousness certainly has no neural connections when I'm away from my body. Let's change the subject. Barbara is joining us." "Hi Darla, David. Darla, isn't it exciting?" "What?" Darla asked with a confused look. "My mom just called me on my cell phone. You'll be staying at my house while your mother is out of town." "Uh-uh," Darla said. "My mother didn't consult with me about this. Sorry, Barbara. It's no reflection on you, but no way in hell will I be staying with you when I have a perfectly comfortable bed of my own in my own room in my own house. I'm not a little kid, and I don't need a babysitter." "Oh. Sorry. I thought you knew. I thought..." "Like I said, Barbara, I wasn't consulted." And Mom and I are going to go around and around over this. "May I use your cell phone?" "Sure." Darla dialed and tapped her fingers on her knee while she waited, her expression clouded with anger. "Mom, I'm using Barbara's cell phone," Darla said when her mother answered the call. "I love you and respect you, but I will not be treated like a child, and I will not stay with Barbara while you're out of town." "If you love and respect me, that's exactly what you'll do." "Respect is a two-way street. You didn't consult me about this. If you'd had enough respect for me to sit down and discuss it with me, I might have gone along with you. I like Barbara, and I wouldn't mind staying a few days with her and her family, but the way you handled this infuriates me. Answer this question. How do you plan to make me stay with Barbara while you're out of town?" "If you don't, you'll lose your privileges..." "What privileges? You won't let me date yet, so I don't go out. Go ahead and ground me. I don't give a fuck." "Watch your mouth, young lady." "You're starting a war, Mom, a war I don't want to fight, but fight it I will. I'll sleep in my own bed in my own room every night you're out of town, and that's a promise." "As long as it's not in David's bed." "You're sick, Mom! Get a grip! Call and cancel my stay with the Gaineses, or I'll embarrass both of us. It was bad enough that you asked Grandmother to baby sit David and me, but now you've gone too far. David and I have stayed alone before. We're perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves. Grandmother was an insult, but this is unconscionable, and I won't comply." "You're being unreasonable, Darla." "No, you're the one being unreasonable. I don't go out drinking. I don't do drugs. I don't stay out late with friends and get into all kinds of trouble. I do my homework and get good grades. I help around the house. I haven't been on a date, because you won't allow me to date until I'm sixteen, so I'm also virtuous. If you want a war, you've got one! Don't count on me for dinner. I'll go out with some friends. Maybe I'll smoke a little pot, and let a few boys feel me up. Maybe, I won't. You'll never know, because the two-way communication you pride yourself on just came to a screeching halt! Let's see, curfew on a school night is nine o'clock. Don't expect me until midnight. Is that how you want it, Mom? Because if you pursue the course you're on, that's what you'll get." Darla jabbed the end button on the cell phone. "Fuck!" David and Barbara stared at her with their mouths agape. ------- The stubborn brat will do it, too, Carol thought listening to a dial tone after Darla hung up. "Fuck!" she shouted and slammed the phone to its receiver. Carol had planned to break the news to Darla in person when she came home from school so she could handle her daughter's tirade face to face. Not good. Not good, at all. How should she handle the situation now? She couldn't cave in, not completely, or she'd lose any control she had left. Damn it! If her mother wasn't so prissy, she could tell her what she believed might be happening, and the older woman would watch them like a hawk, like she would if she didn't need to go out of town. And Darla was correct. She'd been a good girl, exceptionally good considering, much better than she'd been when she was her daughter's age. Up to now, except for Darla's temper, she hadn't given her mother much trouble. With a groan of frustration, she looked up the number and dialed. "Helen, it's Carol. Change of plans. Darla will be staying at our house. My mother has agreed to stay with David and Darla while I'm at the trade show." "Okay. Barbara will be disappointed. She was excited about Darla staying with us. Perhaps Darla could sleep over on Saturday, or some other night." "I'll ask her. Kids! They tend to have minds of their own, and they change their minds every other minute." "Tell me about it." "Helen, thank you very much for offering to help me out. Listen, when I get back, maybe we could have lunch together, or something. I'd like to get to know you better." "I'd like that, Carol. Let me know if Darla wants to sleep over one or two nights while you're gone." "Will do. Bye." ------- When Darla stepped from the gym after gymnastic practice, her mother was waiting for her. "Come on," Carol said. "I'll drive you home. We need to talk." "Drive me to Ellen's house. I made arrangements to meet her after school." Stubborn brat, Carol thought. "If after we talk you still want to go to Ellen's house, I'll drop you off there." Once inside the car, Carol turned on the air conditioner and faced her daughter. "You were right when you called earlier, Darla. In most ways, your behavior has been exceptionally good, but to change your behavior to spite me doesn't make any sense either, unless what you really want to do everything you threatened, and you're using my so-called lack of respect as an excuse? Is that what's going on?" "Cute, Mom. Set it up so any bad behavior on my part has nothing to do with how you treat me. I plan do everything I promised and then some, and I won't allow you to put it off on me, because I'll be misbehaving to spite you, Mom, and for no other reason. Furthermore..." "Ah, get off your high horse, Darla. I'll cancel your stay with the Gainses if you make a few promises to me." "Like what?" "Like, no sex games with your brother while I'm gone." "Okay. That leaves tonight and tomorrow night for me to work on eliminating his virginity - mine, too, come to think of it." Carol groaned. Teenagers could be such a pain. "Don't be a smart ass." "I won't make any promises, Mom, except I'll promise to play some sex games with Barbara if you force me to stay with her, and I have reason to believe she'd be more than willing." The shock on her mother's face delighted Darla. "Mom, I'm not a little girl anymore. I don't look like a little girl, either. If I want to get laid, I can make it happen, and there's nothing you can do about it. Have I played some sex games with David? You bet. Will I play some more? You'd better believe it. Will I fuck him? No. I'm not ready to go all the way, and put your worries to bed because I won't be ready while you're gone either. Will David fuck me if I tell him I'm not ready? No. David's behavior has been as exemplary as mine, maybe more so. No, not maybe, for sure. Now, Barbara is another matter. If I sleep over with her, I'll fuck her. Ellen and I used to have a lot of fun in bed, but she started to fuck boys when she was thirteen and wanted me to join her in a romp with the opposite sex. I refused then, and I refused the other night when she called and wanted me to join her with a couple of boys. You're living in a dream world, Mom." Carol shook her head. "Not really. I know you and David have not done the deed. I also know you've been playing around sexually with each other. Does this bother me? Not much, except for one very important issue, which we'll talk about in a minute. I must admit I didn't know you'd had sex with Ellen, or that Barbara was interested in you. Am I bothered overmuch by these new revelations? Not really. I'm a little confused though. I thought Barbara was interested in David." "She is. Like me, I believe she prefers boys, though I haven't discussed the subject with her." With a nod, Carol said, "To continue, would I be overly upset if you become sexually active? No. And the same goes for David. Becoming sexually active is part of the maturing process. Would I be overly upset if the two of you fuck each other? That's a more difficult question to answer because of the exception I mentioned earlier, but before we get into that, let's talk about incest." Darla now wore the shocked expression. "All right," she said. "Incest is wrong for a number of reasons, some of which matter and some don't. For you, what reasons don't matter?" "Religious reasons. When incest is named as a sin against God, I want to scream. Some societies and cultures have practiced incest, even reserved the practice for the privileged few. The Pharaohs of Egypt come to mind, as do members of the royalty in Hawaiian history." "Okay, let's toss out religion, and incidentally the dream world I live in agrees with you. Surprisingly, Darla, I don't look at the world through rose-colored glasses. For the most part, my eyes are wide open. What about the law of the land?" "Hah! When's the last time you heard of a brother and sister being arrested for committing incest as long as the sex was consensual? Daddies and daughters are a different breed of cat unless they're both consenting adults, because pedophilia and statutory rape come into play, as well as incest. For the most part, the incest law isn't enforced unless a religious zealot climbs to the pulpit and whips up a mob to righteous indignation. Pedophilia and rape are handled separately and should be prosecuted whether incestuous or otherwise. The law even closes its eyes to statuary rape, unless the older person is much older or is in a position of authority over the younger person. For the most part, the incest law is a joke, Mother." "As applied to sexual experimentation between consenting siblings, I agree. What happens if it goes beyond experimentation and becomes a relationship with love involved, enough love the siblings don't want anyone else for a mate?" "Ah, we're now talking about the exception you mentioned." "Yes. It's called romantic love, and unless I'm mistaken, you're in love with David." Darla didn't speak. "A little, I guess." Tears welled in her eyes. "No, I can't lie about how I feel about David. I love him a lot, Mom. I'm in love with him. Are you satisfied now?" One tear rolled from an eye and down a cheek. Fuck! Suspicions confirmed. "This element of incest matters, Darla. You can't marry David. You can't have children with him. You can't even live together openly as man and wife, unless you live somewhere no one knows either of you, and even then the situation can blow up in your face." With a sniffle, Darla said, "I know." "Does David know how you feel about him?" "No, at least I haven't told him." "What about him? Is he in love with you?" "Yes, he just doesn't know it yet." "Fuck!" Carol exclaimed and pounded her fist on the steering wheel." "Yeah, fuck," Darla murmured. "Let's go home, Mom. The last person I want to see right now is Ellen." Carol turned on the engine and guided the car out of the parking lot. ------- David's eyes snapped open and his jaw dropped. Concerned Darla would go off half-cocked and do something she'd regret later, he'd connected with her and was surprised to find her in the family car with their mother. He'd been about to touch them both when their conversation captured his attention. He promptly forgot his promises while he listened avidly. Darla was in love with him! Suddenly, tears welled in his eyes when he realized without a doubt that he felt the same way about her. What were they to do? ------- Chapter 11 When Darla and her mother arrived home, Darla went searching for David and found him in his bedroom. "Mother wants to talk with us." David nodded. "Come here, first." "What?" David pulled her into his arms and gazed at her with all the love he felt inside him. "I broke a promise this afternoon. I connected with you and didn't touch you. I apologize." "When?" "While you were talking with Mother in the car." Immediately furious, she tried to twist out of his arms, but he held her tight. "I'm in love with you, too, Darla." His words dashed her hot anger like a tub of iced water, but immediately took her love for him to new heights. "You are?" "Yes, but why act surprised? You told Mother I loved you but didn't know it yet." "Oh, David, I hoped you loved me like I love you, but I didn't know for sure." "Well, now you know. The second I heard you tell Mother you were in love with me, I suddenly realized all the strange emotions I've been feeling existed because I had fallen deeply in love with you." He kissed her softly, and she melted against him. "Let's go face Mother," he said when they backed from the kiss. When they walked into the kitchen, they were holding hands. Carol shook her head and pursed her lips as her children settled on chairs at the kitchen table with her. "I just apologized to Darla for not touching her on a visit," David said. "I connected with her while she was in the car with you. Like you the other night, I eavesdropped. Although, the connection was with Darla, I should have touched you, too, so I owe you an apology, Mom. I'm sorry." "For once, I'm not. I assume you heard most of our conversation, if not all of it, so I won't need to repeat it." With a nod, David said, "Yes, I heard everything, and for what it's worth, I'm as deeply in love with Darla as she is with me." Carol groaned and laid her head on her arms on the table. Damn you, George! Why did you go and get yourself killed? I need your help here. She didn't have a clue about how to handle the situation and decided to discuss it with her children before selecting a course of action. As Darla pointed out today, she prided herself on the two-way, in this case, three-way communication she'd developed with her son and daughter. She straightened up and looked directly at both of them in turn. "Love is difficult to define. I want each of you to define how you feel about the other, and tell me, not each other. David, you first." With a little luck, one or both of them just think they're in love, she thought. She also reminded herself that teenagers fall in and out of love at the drop of a hat. She'd gauge their responses before she decided what to do to fix the problem, if it was fixable. David took a deep breath and gave his sister's hand an affectionate squeeze. "To me, all other girls pale in comparison to Darla, Mom. None are as beautiful to my eyes, none are as sexy or desirable, none are as interesting or engaging, and none are as clever. I suppose a few girls are smarter than she, but not many, and none come close to the overall package I see when I look at her or when I think about her. I asked Ellen for a date, but I didn't want a date with Ellen. I wanted to go out with Darla. Darla mentioned Barbara had a crush on me, but Barbara doesn't interest me. A few days ago, Darla asked me if she could join me for lunch, and I told her I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather break bread with, and I realized my offhand comment was nothing if not the truth. I'd rather be with Darla than anyone else. I also admitted to myself that I didn't want to be intimate with anyone but Darla. Surprisingly, with the admission I still didn't attach the word love to my feelings for her. I didn't realize how deeply I loved her until she told you she was in love with me. For me, love is easy to define. I can define love with only one word. Darla." David watched the tears in his mother's eyes overflow and roll down her face. Turning to Darla, he was surprised to see tear streaks on her pretty cheeks, too, and their tears brought tears to his eyes. "My one word for love, Mom, is David," Darla said and smiled at him. "I've been in love with David for a long time. That's why we fought so much. I was in love him, and he didn't feel the same way about me, so I made cutting, unreasonable remarks. I wanted him to notice me, not ignore me, and he certainly didn't ignore me when I pushed his buttons. Not long ago, for some reason he started to treat me differently. He started to treat me with respect and affection, and all my loving feelings for him intensified. Then he asked me to give him a kissing lesson. Oh, Mom, I melted in his arms! I just melted! I wanted him to kiss and hold me all the time. David and I talked about the 'I' word, Mom. We knew how we felt about each other, what we were doing with each other, was wrong, but my feelings for him didn't lessen. They grew stronger and stronger until I didn't care about any laws of man, or nature, or God. I just cared about David. I was overjoyed because the love of my life wanted me! Wanted me as much as I wanted him." She turned and looked at David. "And today I found out the man I love loves me right back." Looking back at her mother, she added, "And, I couldn't be happier." Carol laid her head back down on her arms. Fuck! George, you son of a bitch, where are you when I need you so badly. Why aren't you here? Our children are in love, deeply, madly in love, the first-love kind of love, teenager love, the worst kind of love, which would be all right, but they're in love with each other. Any suggestions, George? No? I thought not. She sat up. "Okay, you've convinced me. You don't merely think you're in love; you are truly in love. Now we need to decide what to do about it. I'm your mother. I have a responsibility to do something about this. Ah, hell, I'll leave the choice to the two of you. Which of you should I send to live with a relative? George's sister might take one of you. Put your heads together and give me a name." "Ah, come on, Mom, get real," David said. "I am being real, Son, very real. As a parent, I can't allow an open incestuous relationship to flourish under my nose. If you weren't in love with each other, I could probably put a stop to your sexual shenanigans and return our family to a reasonable degree of normalcy, but as it is, I see no other choice but to separate you. I am open to suggestions, though. Darla, what do you think I should do?" If Carol had taken her daughter's hateful glare seriously, she'd have had no recourse but to slap her silly, which would certainly shock both of them, considering Carol had never struck either of her children. "Darla doesn't have any suggestions. David, what about you?" Carol asked. "You asked what I thought YOU should do about this," Darla said. "Don't David and I have a say in the matter." "I did ask for suggestions, which I'll consider, Darla, but ultimately the buck stops here. I am after all the parent and the head of this household. Do you have a reasonable suggestion?" "Separating us won't work," David said. "If you send one of us to live with Aunt Kate, we'll still find a way to be with each other. Don't fool yourself, Mother. I'll find a way. I can visit Darla every day, wherever she is, and we can talk with each other. It may take a while, but somehow, we'll develop a plan to make it happen, and in the process, you'll only succeed in alienating us without achieving your purpose." "And if you think separating us will cause us to fall out of love, you're mistaken about that, too," Darla added. Carol rolled her eyes back in her head and groaned. "Okay, assuming I don't separate you, which still remains the best option, what do you think WE should do? Doing nothing is not an option." "Why?" Darla asked. It was Carol's turn to glare. "Yes, why?" David parroted. "Because what you're doing is wrong. It's a parent's obligation to..." "To raise her children to become happy, productive members of society," David said, interrupting her. "It seems to me doing nothing achieves this goal, whereas separating us insures its failure." "David, you can reason with me, take me on circular routes of logic, and provide arguments worthy of a debate team from Harvard, but when you're finished, doing nothing will still not be an option." "Why? Are you afraid others will discover how Darla and I feel about each other?" "That's one reason." "With a studied approach, considering all possibilities and ramifications, that possibility can be minimized." "But not eliminated." "No, not eliminated, but I feel the problem can be minimized enough to make the effort worthwhile." "Perhaps you're the problem, Mother," Darla said. "Are you so opposed to incest, you can't handle David and I together under the same roof with you?" Should Carol tell her daughter about the incestuous, psychic sex games she'd been playing with her son to demonstrate how wrong Darla was? Carol had not planned to ever inform anyone about what she'd done with her son, especially Darla. Then again, if Darla knew everything, perhaps her daughter would reconsider the destructive course she'd chosen. The risk was great, though. She could lose her daughter, and if she lost her daughter, she'd also lose her son. No, the risk was too great. "Frankly, incest doesn't bother me all that much," Carol said. "If it was up to me, and not the rest of the world, as much in love as the two of you appear to be, I'd say have at it. No, I'm concerned about your well-being, Darla, yours and your brother's. I see a multitude of problems. If you become lovers..." "When we become lovers," Darla said. "Okay, when you become lovers, you must somehow hide your feelings for each other from everyone you know, which won't be easy. David, you're at an age you should be dating, and you can't date your sister. Darla, in less than six months, under more normal conditions, you'd start dating, too, and you can't date your brother. But both of you say you have no interest in anyone but each other. If you don't date others, how long do you think it would take for someone to figure out there's something rotten going on in the Stanley household? Not very long would be my guess." "Then we'll date others," David said simply. Carol looked at Darla, and her daughter didn't look happy. "How would you feel about David out on a date with another girl?" "Crappy, but I'd handle it if that's what it would take for us to stay together." "Fair enough. As of right now, Darla, you have my permission to date." She turned to her son. "David, how would you feel if Darla went out with another boy?" "Like the green monster of jealousy was camped on my shoulder, but like Darla, I'd handle it if that's what it takes." "My, my, my children have such open minds. Let's see how open? You're in love, so I assume you intend to be monogamous. Correct?" "Yes!" they both said simultaneously. "Then dating others won't do you much good. Part of dating - the reason I made the age-sixteen rule - includes some necking and petting. Dating allows teenagers to explore their growing sexuality at their own pace. Some, like Ellen, start too soon and aren't mature enough to handle themselves and go off the deep end - your words, Darla. I've been so proud of both of you I could bust. You waited long enough, became mature enough to handle yourselves properly, and if you weren't involved with each other, I would have loved watching you go through the learning curve with sex." She grinned. "Frankly, sex is a lot of fun." "You're starting to ramble, Mom," David said. "Sorry. My point is if you date and don't do a little necking, or more, dating will only exacerbate the situation." "Not necessarily, Mom. I won't care if I'm labeled a tease." "To acquire the label, you'll have to tease, which means you'll lead boys on, but won't put out. How would you feel about that, David?" He shrugged. Her son didn't look happy, either. "How about this scenario, Darla? Some of the girls David dates might not want to tease him. They might want to put out. What happens then? Should he accept their gracious offers or turn them down? Remember, there is no fury like a woman scorned. When a girl is rejected, she'll demand to know why, which will cause her to focus on the two of you. If I were to predict the source of your exposure, I'd say it would come from a rejected female. Also remember, teenaged boys rarely turn down such offers from pretty girls." "If he accepts any such offer, I'll tear his testicles out by the roots." Carol laughed and David joined her, but his small laugh sounded understandably nervous. "That's my daughter, the Terror of Tempe. Okay, to hide your love for each other from others, you've agreed to date others, an admittedly strange but possible workable solution. However, you intend to be monogamous, which means when Darla goes out on a date, she'll neck a little, but can't put out, which will get her labeled a tease. When David goes with a girl, he risks the loss of his balls, which should put some extra stress on any date. If a girl trips David so he falls between her lovely legs, he has to turn to the side and offer her his hip. Hah! Brilliant!" she said sarcastically. "Okay, let's talk about an acceptable level of necking and petting," Carol continued. "I assume both of you would accept kissing others while dating, correct?" "I guess," David said. "Yeah," Darla said reluctantly. "Marvelous. We're making headway. Kissing is okay. What about touching. Will you allow a boy to feel your breasts over your clothes, Darla? David, will you to the same to a girl? And if the two of you do this, is it all right with each other. If touching covered breasts is okay, what about bare breasts? And I suppose we need to bring vulvas into the discussion. David, you need to decide if Darla should allow a date to fondle her vulva. If this is allowed, then in all fairness, Darla, you should allow David to do the same with his date. How about mutual masturbation? And don't forget oral sex? In other words, you must decide when your vow of monogamy will be breached? And to complicate the matter even further, David is capable of psychic sex." Boy, oh boy, is he capable of psychic sex. "The two of you will need to make a set of rules you'll both live by and accept, and the rules will need to change as you get older, because older teenagers do more. Are you having fun yet? And we haven't talked about best friends. Best friends tell each other everything. Neither of you can have a best friend again because you won't be able to act like best friends should. In fact, even casual friends will be rare. Then there's the absolutely no-babies rule, which makes me very, very sad. I'd love to spoil some grandchildren. To go on, when you even want to kiss each other, you'll need to find someplace very private. You can't go out to dinner or dancing with each other, or even to the movies. In fact, with the way you look at your brother, Darla, the two of you shouldn't even be seen in public together. My God, Darla, someone only needs to see you look at David to see you're crazy about him. That's how I figured out what was going on. Are you starting to get my point?" "Yeah," David said. "Uh-huh," Darla said at the same time. "Okay, here's what we're going to do. First, Darla, I cancelled your stay with the Gainses. And when this discussion is finished, I'll call my mother and tell her the two of you prefer to take care of yourself. You'll have to handle her hurt feelings, not me. Darla, you told me you weren't ready to go all the way, and wouldn't be ready until after my return. Has this discussion altered that attitude?" "No. Maybe. Why?" "Because if the two of you don't promise me you won't have sex until after my return from Albuquerque, I won't go, and my business will fail." "Define having sex," Darla ordered. "Copulation! In plain language, fucking!" Carol shouted. "Don't get smart with me young lady." "Sorry," Darla said, obviously contrite. "I promise." "David?" Carol asked. "Yes, I promise, too." She stared directly at each of them. "Okay, I trust you. I know you'll mess around, but if you fuck each other, one of you will be finishing your high school education in another city, and that's a promise. While I'm gone, discuss the problems we just talked about and others that will crop up during your discussions, and we'll talk again when I get back. David, call and order a pizza. I'm not in any mood to prepare dinner tonight, and I want to talk to Darla privately for a few minutes. If you listen in, I'll revert to Darla's punishment method and you won't have the equipment needed for an incestuous relationship." She laughed. "Now there's a solution we could consider." David shuddered with the thought and left the room. With a defeated look, Carol turned to her daughter and said, "I'll make an appointment to put you on the pill tomorrow, but don't take my help as a green light for you to have sex with David. I'm merely being prudent. The pill isn't effective immediately; so it won't protect you from pregnancy while I'm gone. Damn it, Darla, why did you have to fall in love with your brother?" "Don't think I haven't asked myself the same question. I kept saying, 'Why does he have to be my brother?' I tried to deny my feelings. I really did. I just couldn't help myself. Believe it or not, Mom, I'm sorry for all the trouble this is causing, and I knew you'd find out sooner or later." She chuckled. "Though to use your expression, I did think I could trip David so he fell between my legs before you found out." ------- "I'm sorry for not calling you sooner, Ellen, but Mom picked me up after school, and this is the first chance I've had to call," Darla said. She knew Ellen had been really looking forward to some time with her. "Mom and I had a big fight over the phone during the lunch hour today, and like you, I'm in trouble. That's why she met me after school." "Oh, okay. I thought you might be upset with me, or something." Darla felt David's touch, which made her smile. He was with her, listening to her side of her conversation with Ellen. "I am upset with you, but you're still my friend. When do you get out of house arrest?" "Next Monday, I hope. I really fucked up, Darla. I came home wasted, and my parents were waiting up for me loaded for bear." "Did you learn anything from the experience?" "Yeah. My reputation is in the shitter. Tommy and Neil have been bragging to everyone they know that they nailed me at the same time. I hope the rumors don't get back to my parents, or I'll be grounded until I turn eighteen. What did you fight with your mom about?" "She tried to arrange a babysitter for me starting Wednesday when she goes out of town to work a trade show." "No kidding? I thought she trusted you." "Yeah. So did I. That's what the fight was all about. I gotta go. I just wanted to let you know why I didn't show up at your house after school." "How about tomorrow..." "Uh-uh. Not until Mom gets back from the trade show." "Okay. I'd really like to spend some time with you. I want to talk about things. I think I need to straighten up my act, Darla, and you're the straightest girl I know. You can help me more than anyone." If you only knew, Ellen, Darla thought. David poked his head in the door after Darla hung up. "You should help her, Darla. Basically, Ellen is a nice person." "Not so nice, but how did you know she asked for my help?" "Oh, that. When you're on the phone with someone, I can turn up the volume of the person you're speaking with and hear both sides of he conversation?" "Jeez, are there any other little tidbits about your trips I should know?" "Not really. Mom was cool today. I expected her to be much more upset than she was." "Not so cool. Separating us is still her solution of choice." And I'll be the one Mom will pawn off on Aunt Kate, Darla thought. She can't let David live elsewhere, not with his weird ability. She's been protecting him and his secret for two years. "Do you think we can come up a solution to keep her from separating us?" "I don't know. I know I plan to spend all my night hours researching incest. If a solution exists, I'll find it." "How about doing some hands on research right now?" Darla said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her question shocked David. He wasn't expecting it, she assumed, but he didn't fight her when she pulled him onto her bed with her. She kissed him, and with the kiss, all the tension from her confrontation with her mother began to melt away, but another source of tension took its place. Need. "Lock my door, David." "Darla, Mom's still up." He rolled off the bed and locked her door. "Do you think this is wise?" he asked as he moved back toward her. "I can't wait until she goes to sleep," Darla said and pushed her shorts along with her panties down off her legs and kicked them away. "Take off your damned clothes, David." With a smile, he pulled off his t-shirt. When he could see again, his sister was naked and waiting for him. He kicked off his tennis shoes, and stumbled while hopping on one foot to take off his socks, which caused Darla to giggle. "Come here. I want to take off your shorts," she announced. Moving to the side of the bed, she sat and fumbled with the button, and then pushed the zipper down. His shorts fell to the floor, leaving him in his boxers. She pulled the waistband of his boxers out away from his erection, and then pushed them down. David kicked them off. "Damn, I love being naked with you," Darla said as she reached and wrapped both her hands around his shaft. As she stroked its length, she marveled at its heat and the dichotomy of how hard it was just under the soft, throbbing surface. Leaning forward she licked the tiny opening at the end to capture a dollop of the evidence of his excitement. Rolling the slick liquid around in her mouth, she savored the flavor and consistency. "You're delicious, big brother," she said just before she swallowed as much of his length as she could easily take. David wasn't the only one to do research. She'd done a little surfing on the Internet too. Not wanting to stumble through her first blow job, she'd found some literature describing fellatio techniques. Widening her mouth, she swirled her tongue all around the shaft. Then she concentrated the action of her tongue around the indentation just behind the bulbous head, a particularly sensitive area of a cock, she'd read. Raising her eyes, she watched him watching her. Removing her mouth from his cock, she asked, "Do you like the sight of your... ah, cock in my mouth?" Would dirty words turn him off, or turn him on? In her mind, she thought of his penis as his cock, so that was the word she'd used. From all appearances, he didn't mind her nasty mouth. Good. "God, yes! It's the sexiest sight I've ever seen." "Come on, lie down on the bed. If you come in my mouth while you're standing up, you might fall down." Once David was on his back in the center of her bed, she pushed his legs apart and kneeled between them, again taking his hard shaft in her hands. As she slowly stroked it, she said, "I'm happy my first experience with oral sex is happening in the light of day. I can see you, and I want to see everything." She looked down at his cock. "You're so big. I wonder if I can take it all when we fuck next week." Glancing back up at him, she added, "And we're going to fuck next week. We promised Mom we wouldn't fuck until she returned, so we won't, but early next week, I'll want to fuck, David. I'm ready now. Without our promises, I'd fuck you tonight. I'd fuck you, and then I'd want you to make love to me. I want to do both. I want to fuck and make love. I suspect there's a difference. What do you think? Is there a difference?" "Yeah, there's a difference, but I want to change the order of the events. I want to make love to you a couple of times before we fuck. I'm in love with you, so I'll want to make love with you first. Okay?" "Perfect," she said as she pulled up on his cock with one hand all the way to the top until her hand slipped off, but her other hand was already making the same trip. She pulled him and pulled him, and then she reversed the order, with a constant downward push. He moaned, a quiet sound because he didn't want his mother to interrupt them. He couldn't take his eyes off Darla as she fondled his cock. She was sex personified. Tiny little, hard nipples capped her perfectly formed breasts, which bounced alluringly as she moved. And her hands were a marvel. What the hell was she doing to him? Where did she learn how to do what she was doing? He didn't care, but made a mental note to ask her later. She scooted back, and with one hand around the base of his stiff dick and the other softly scratching the underside of his scrotum, she bent and kissed the crown before she opened her mouth and took it inside. I'm sucking my brother's cock, she thought. How many times had she dreamed of sucking him off? Too many times to count. She adored his stiff dick and slid it against the interior of one cheek and then the other as she moved her head back and forth. She loved sucking cock, David's cock, loved its throbbing heat, its hardness and softness, its taste, especially its taste. She removed her mouth momentarily and caressed her face with it while looking into his dark, expressive eyes. He was watching her. Good. One article she'd read said men were very visual, that visual stimuli were as important for them as touch. Taking him into her mouth again, she bobbed her head up and down while she sucked gently, keeping her tongue busy. At the same time, the hand around the base of his cock became active, stroking in counterpoint to her head movement. Once she found a rhythm, she quit thinking about what she was doing, and just did it. My big brother is going to come in my mouth! He's going to squirt his fuck juice deep in my mouth, and I'm going to taste it, eat it, and swallow it - every drop, too. She felt the crown bump the back of her throat, initiating her gag reflex, but she'd read about that, too. Instead of gagging, she swallowed and his long cock entered her throat. It worked! Pulling up, she tried it again, this time taking it deeper. She couldn't take its entire length, but she came close. Maybe next time, she thought. And there would definitely be a second time. There would be so many times they'd lose count. They couldn't fuck, but she could take his cock into her mouth. Her mother had forbidden only fucking. I can live with that for a week, she told herself, but then I'm going to take this monster inside my cunt, all of it! She could hardly wait. "I'm going to come, sis," David said, warning her of his pending explosion. He wanted to give her an opportunity to back off his cock if she didn't want his come flying into her mouth. Did she hear him? His words seemed to have no effect, except perhaps to increase the pace of her rhythm a little. Her hot, wet mouth bounced up and down on his hard cock, her hand keeping the rhythm as it stroked the base. He couldn't believe how much of his cock she could take in her mouth. She'd nearly swallowed it all, and the sensations her lips and tongue and mouth created were amazing. Jacking off didn't compare, wasn't even on the same scale. "Coming!" he shouted, completely forgetting his mother was nearby in her office. His hips rose from the bed, and for the first time since Darla had taken his cock into her hands and then her mouth, his eyes left her. They rolled back in his head as the sensations of his orgasm quickly moved through him. They were intense, as intense as they'd ever been. Christ! He could feel them in the tips of the hair on his head! Then they peaked, and unknown to him his groan of pleasure was massive. The bright white light turned bright red and then deepened as he fell into the light where he could only FEEL. Darla felt his cock suddenly expand in her mouth as semen rushed through it and jetted, filling her oral cavity. She hadn't been ready for its volume, and some of it escaped, but she swallowed quickly, and then swallowed again, and she was ready for his second ejaculation. She lost none of it, even let it fill her mouth to taste it before she swallowed. She felt pity for women who didn't enjoy eating the juices of their men. When David's body jerked again, more of the creamy stuff entered her mouth. This time the volume was somewhat diminished, and she was able to savor his taste, roll it around in her mouth, and squish it between her teeth before she swallowed. When his hips finally fell back to the bed, she licked at his cock and watched as more come dribbled from its end before she licked it up. I just sucked off my brother! Her mind shouted the thought. I sucked him off, and I made him come in my mouth, and I swallowed his come, tasted it, savored it, and I love it! She was so tickled with herself she could hardly stand it, and she needed to share with him, share her joy and her love, so she scampered over him and took his face in her hands and kissed him. He kissed her back, too. He wasn't put off by the taste of his own semen. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands roamed over her naked flesh. Then it hit her. Soon, his lips, his tongue and his mouth would be exploring her cunt like they were exploring her mouth. She couldn't wait, and moved up over him, straddling his head, a knee on each side, and looked down at him. His eyes were wide open, and she could see a smile in them. She couldn't see the smile on his lips because she'd lowered her cunt onto them. "Eat me, now," she muttered and her eyes rolled back in her head. "Eat me, bro. Eat your little sister's CUNT!" We're too loud. Mother will hear us, David thought, but then he didn't give a damn. He had his mouth on his sister's cunt. Finally! He'd wanted to taste her while she was awake for far too long, and it was finally happening. She tasted so very, very sweet! Arousal sweetened her juices, and he savored them, as his lips and tongue explored her wonderful cunt, finding every little crevice, poking and feeling and tasting. He wallowed in her flavors and grew delirious from her fragrances. He tongue fucked her, jamming his tongue as deeply as he could inside her before pulling it back, only to do it all over again and again. Her hips were sliding, pushing down when he stabbed her, pulling away as his tongue retracted. She was fucking his face. His little sister was fucking his face! His hands covered the cheeks of her shapely little ass, and he helped her move on his mouth. She climaxed while he was tongue fucking her, and her moans of pleasure filled the room. If Mother can't hear her, she'd have to be deaf, he reasoned. But she'd given them her tacit approval to do everything but fuck, and that's what they were doing, except Darla was fucking his mouth, and he was fucking her cunt with his tongue. When he switched his attention from her sweet tasting vagina to her clitoris, Darla climaxed again within a few seconds. David loved the hard, little nubbin in his mouth. He rolled his tongue around it and over it, and then sucked on it. Reaching with his fingers he pulled the skin up at her mound, pulling the hood completely off her clitoris, sucked on it, and then lashed it with his tongue. She climaxed yet again, and this time, she couldn't go on. Falling forward, she leaned her head against the headboard, gasping for breath. He lifted her little body and turned it, laying her gently on the bed next to him and pulling her into his arms. As Darla slowly recovered, David told her how much he loved her between soft little kisses and tender touches. When she recovered, she gazed into her brother's eyes, and said, "Let's go take a shower together, and do that again." ------- Chapter 12 My son is losing his innocence, Carol thought sadly when David walked into the kitchen the next morning. He looked energetic and pleased with himself, not shamefaced. "Did you fuck her?" Carol asked bluntly. Good, he's not so jaded he can't blush. "No, of course not." "From the sound of things, you did everything but," Carol said. "I'd have thought, out of respect for me, you could have waited until I went to bed before you filled the house full of moans and groans. You'd better stop thinking with your dick, Son, and use some of the gray matter between your ears. I'm adamantly opposed to the course of action you and Darla have chosen. No good can come from it." He looked at her, shook his head, and without saying a word, stepped outside and dove into the pool. Good move, Carol. Preach to him. Preaching always works. Hah! She was at the end of her rope. This time next week, her son and daughter would be fucking each other, and once they started they wouldn't quit. To maintain any control, she might have to separate them, not permanently, but at least for a short time. After pouring herself a cup of coffee, she flipped through her address book and dialed the phone. "Kate, it's Carol. Am I calling too early?" "Not at all. How are you and the kids?" "Not good. That's why I'm calling. I need your advice, and maybe a huge favor. I've never discussed this with you, but George told me about what happened between the two of you when you were teenagers." After a few seconds of silence, Kate said, "That boy always did have diarrhea of the mouth." She hesitated and then added, "If you need my advice, Carol, I can only assume David and Darla are doing the deed. Hang on a minute. Let me move to another room. Bill's asleep, and unlike George, I didn't inform him of my... there. Where was I? Yes. I haven't told my sweet, straight-laced hubby about my excursion into incest. Tell me all while I make a pot of coffee." Carol related the situation as she saw it, leaving out David's psychic ability and the sexual games she'd played with her son. Kate groaned. "First love complicates things a lot. George and I never fell in love. We were deeply in lust, though, but when I saw he was starting to fall in love, I cut him off - the most difficult thing I've ever done. Are you sure they haven't gone all the way?" "Yes. Any advice?" "Uh-huh, but you might not like it. They're teenagers. They live together, and from what I remember, they argue a lot. I'd be surprised if the love affair lasted through the summer. My advice would be to make sure Darla couldn't get pregnant and be patient." "You wouldn't separate them?" "If they weren't in love, separating them would me an option, but since... damn it. Do you want to lose one or both of them?" "No, of course not." "If you separate them, I think that's just what'll happen. Because they're in love, separating them will alienate them, Carol, and I don't mean from each other. Separating them will make you the villain and in my humble opinion will actually prolong the love affair beyond its probable normal course, which at their age shouldn't be very long. Think about it. How many love affairs that you were aware of that started in high school became permanent unless a pregnancy was involved?" "Not many." "I agree. Marrying your high school sweetheart is actually quite rare, and there's a reason. First love is exciting, crammed chuck full with intense emotion, and is usually traumatic. It's so passionate it quickly burns itself out. Toss incest into the mix, and the flames will burn brighter and faster. My advice - let it burn, maybe even stir the fire if you can. They'll use up all their fuel before you know it. Make some hard and fast rules about how they're to conduct themselves. Don't let them throw their affair in your face, and demand their respect. Tell them you're opposed to their behavior, but out of your love for them you won't separate them. And, keep it secret, for hell sakes." "Surprisingly, I agree with you, Kate. One more question. If I feel a need to separate them briefly, may I foist one of them on you? I'm not talking more than a week or two, but I might need to make a point." "Sure, anytime, but don't tell them about George and me. No one tumbled onto our incestuous experiment while it was going on, and I've never told anyone. Frankly, I'm upset George blabbed to you." "Why? I've wanted to thank you for years. I wondered where George had acquired his sexual expertise and kept after him until he finally admitted his big sister had taught him everything he knew." Kate laughed. "Don't believe it. He taught me a few things, too. I'm happy you don't feel badly about me because of it. I'd tell Bill, but I don't think he'd handle it as well as you." Carol wanted to ask Kate if she and George had gotten together after they were adults to relive their youthful fun and games. The two of them had disappeared for a few hours at a family reunion a couple of years before George was killed. She'd wanted to ask George then, but was afraid of his answer. Still afraid of the answer, she squelched her curiosity. Some things were best left in the unknown column. Looking out through the sliding glass door, Carol watched her son pull himself out of the pool. He cut his laps short this morning, she thought. "David is coming. Thanks for the advice, Kate. May I call you again on the subject? Before this mess runs its course, I'm sure I'll be in need of an open mind and an attentive ear, and you qualify on both counts." "Sure. Hubby's up and about. I'd better hang up, too. I love you, Carol, and you know I loved George. For what it's worth, I never looked back with any regrets about my short affair with my brother, and after his death, our time together became a cherished memory. Gotta go. Bye." "I love you, too, Kate. Bye." David walked into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. "I apologize, Mom. Neither Darla nor I meant to show you any disrespect. We just got carried away." "Yeah, I understand, but I will not have the two of you throwing your affair in my face. We'll need some hard and fast rules about how this situation must be handled, or I won't be able to live with it." ------- The sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was a hot day, and Darla kept thinking about her hot night with David. Although Darla was sitting under her brother's favorite lunchtime tree, he hadn't joined her for lunch. But Barbara had joined her and quizzed her about her fight with her mother. Darla had given her a very abbreviated version of the altercation. "So, as it stands," Darla concluded, "I'll be staying at my house and sleeping in my bed while Mother's out of town. I dread the long list of do's and don'ts she'll have written up for me when I get home from school." With a chuckled, she added, "She'll probably pin the list on the refrigerator door with a magnet." "Will you be able to sleep over at my house on Saturday?" Darla shook her head and smiled inwardly. Uh-uh, Barbara, I'll be sleeping over with my brother. Ellen joined them, and Darla introduced Barbara to her, and then Darla had to retell her story to Ellen. David, where are you? I don't need this. I don't want lunch with these girls. I wanted lunch with you. Yes! She spotted him and hopped up. "There's David. I need to talk to him. Bye." Ellen and Barbara watched Darla hurry away and join her brother, pulling him away in the opposite direction when she met him. "He's such a hunk," Barbara said dreamily. "Yeah. He asked me out, but I had to cancel the date when my parents grounded me." "Oh? I didn't know. Are you still grounded?" "Yeah. Will be until Monday. And I'm going stir crazy. Hey, how about dropping by my house after school? We can hang out and get to know each other." Why not? Darla seems preoccupied with her problems, Barbara thought. Besides, I'm curious about Ellen. I wonder if the stories I've heard about her are true. ------- "Where were you?" Darla asked her brother. "Mom took me out of class and went with me for the driver's test." "No kidding?" "Yeah. She said if she had to leave us alone, she'd feel more comfortable if I could drive if an emergency came up." "Well, did you pass?" "Was there a doubt?" he asked with a smug grin. "Congratulations. Mom's been a busy lady. This morning right after my first class, she pulled me out of school and took me to the doctor to put me on the pill." "Really?" he said with a wide grin. "Yeah. Cool, huh? With my cycle and everything, I won't be protected for a couple of weeks, though." "Bummer. Well, I can wait if you can. I gotta tell you, Darla, that oral sex is great stuff." "Uh-uh. Next Monday plan on making me a woman." She grinned mischievously. "Find out if condoms are cheaper by the dozen." ------- "Thanks for dropping by, Barbara," Ellen said as they stepped into Ellen's room. "It feels like I've been grounded forever. It's really nice to have some company for a change." It was a feminine room, white and pink with frilly lace everywhere. The room fits Ellen, Barbara decided. The bed was piled high with stuffed animals, which Ellen pushed aside as she stretched out on the flowered comforter covering the bed and pulled a pillow down under her arm. She wore a pair of shorts that came down halfway to her knee and a the halter-top covered her breasts, pert breasts that bobbed seductively as she moved, occasionally outlining a nipple that stiffened and relaxed against the material. Barbara didn't know where to sit and stood awkwardly for a moment until Ellen patted the bed. "Sit here. Wait. I'll slide over and give you room." Some stuffed animals fell to the floor on the other side of the bed. For the first time Barbara noticed how sexy Ellen really was with her beautiful blonde hair and stunning blue eyes. Barbara compared her to Darla, but a comparison wasn't possible or fair. The two girls were too different. Ellen was tall, like Jill, and Barbara liked that about her. Darla had a gorgeous ass, but Ellen's legs were magnificent, so long and smooth and shapely. Barbara often wished she were taller. The word modelesque came to Barbara's mind to describe Ellen. Was modelesque a word? Probably not. Barbara tended to make up words. Anyway, as tall and slim as Ellen was with her perky breasts and her lovely, surprisingly dark complexion for a blonde, Ellen could be a model. "Why were you grounded?" Barbara asked. Will she be honest, or put me off? Barbara hoped she'd be open and confide in her. If she did, they could become friends. Ellen grimaced. "I really screwed up. I went out for a short drive with a boy I knew, and everything got out of hand. We got wasted, and I stayed out past my curfew." Barbara grinned. Almost honest. She'd heard it was two boys, not one, and she wondered if she could entice Ellen to give her details. The night after she'd heard Ellen had taken on two boys at the same time, Barbara was playing with herself before going to sleep, creating sexy scenarios to heighten her excitement, when she remembered hearing about Ellen and two boys. In Barbara's fantasy, Ellen's dreamlike face and form changed, and Barbara became the girl with the two boys. In her mind, she felt four hands caressing her, felt one pair of lips kissing her mouth and another pair down below moving over her pussy. Not surprisingly, during the fantasy, the participants of the threesome changed yet again into one boy and two girls. When she climaxed, David was kissing her mouth passionately while Darla was licking her pussy. Ellen groaned and blushed. "Ah, hell! You've heard the rumors, haven't you?" With a nod, Barbara said, "Doesn't it just frost you the way boys just have to brag about their sexual successes? Heck, they even embellish their failures." "Yeah. If they only knew how stupid it was to boast. To tell you the truth, Barb, I had a blast. If Tommy and Neil had kept their mouths shut, I'd have done it with them a second time. As it is, I'll never speak to either of them again. Am I shocking you?" Ellen decided she might as well find out where she stood with this cute, little brunette. If Barbara couldn't accept her as she was, a friendship wouldn't be possible. "A little," Barbara said, and then grimaced. "No, that's not true. After I heard the rumor, I fantasized about being with two boys at the same time." She blushed. "To tell you the truth, Ellen, it made me hot!" Though not as hot as fantasizing about David and Darla doing me at the same time. Now that scorched my sheets! "Really?" "Uh-huh. I've never been with one boy, let alone two, so my imagination couldn't provide many details. Still, it made me hot." She's so damned cute, Ellen thought. She reminds me of Darla. Thinking of Darla jogged Ellen's memory about the few times she and Darla had experimented with girl/girl sex. No one had ever kissed her as passionately as Darla, or made her climax as many times in a session. Shaking away the memories, Ellen studied the girl sitting beside her. She liked what she saw, and Ellen suspected Barbara wasn't as inexperienced at she claimed. With a blush, Barbara asked, "Would you mind terribly giving me some details. It sounds so exciting!" Why not? At least, she's not looking down her nose at me like Darla. Hmm. This could prove to be interesting. Would relating some details make Barbara hot again, and if so... "I guess not, if you're truly interested." "Oh, I am." Barbara giggled, already feeling the heat of arousal. "I'm more than interested, and unlike the boys, I don't tell all." "Okay, but if I embarrass you in any way, tell me, and I'll stop." She sighed, stared off into the distance and said, "I was sitting in the front seat between Tommy and Neil. It was Neil's car and it was an old one, the kind without bucket seats. Everything started when I twisted in the front seat of the car and leaned to a cooler in the backseat to get a bottle of water. Anyway, while I was bent over, Tommy ran his hand up under my dress and touched my... do you mind if I don't use formal terms for body parts?" "Not at all. I take it he touched your pussy," Barbara said with another giggle. Good, she's going to make this easier for me, Ellen thought. "Yeah. He rubbed my pussy with his hand, and when I spun around to sit, my dress ended up around my waist. I protested but Tommy cut off my protest with a kiss." Ellen went on to tell the curious girl how she'd necked with the boys and how she'd discovered the unusual size of Neil's cock. "As soon as I felt his big cock, I knew I had to have it." "Wow! This is way better than my fantasy. Don't stop!" Ellen watched the girl as she told her story, and as the tale progressed she could see Barbara was becoming aroused. "... so I ended up kneeling on the seat with Tommy under me with his cock in my mouth while Neil fucked me with his big one from behind." With a shiver, Barbara muttered, "Hot!" She squirmed around and reclined on the bed next to Ellen. "The details are hot, and so am I." "Good, cause telling you made me hot, too." Barbara gave Ellen a sultry look and said, "You're hot; I'm hot. What should we do about it?" Ellen grinned. "I have a suggestion, but it might shock you." With a wide smile, Barbara said, "I kind a doubt it." She reached and ran her hand up Ellen's leg. "Is this what Tommy did?" she asked as her hand cupped Ellen's cunt. "Yeah." "And is this what Neil did?" Taking one of Ellen's hands, Barbara placed it on her pussy and was happy to feel Ellen increase the pressure and rub it back and forth. "But on his cock, not a pussy." "Uh-huh, but he was kissing me at the time." "Like this?" Their first soft, gentle kiss thrilled Ellen, especially when it became passionate. Ellen decided she kissed almost as passionately as Darla. "We're going to fool around, aren't we?" Ellen asked. "I hope so. I'm so hot I could scream." "I take it you've done this before, with a girl, I mean," Ellen said. "Yeah, I had an older cousin show me how much fun a girl could be. I'm not a lez, though. Your story turned me on because boys were involved. What about you? Have you been with a girl before?" "Yeah, Darla and I got hot and heavy a few times when we were younger. I'd better lock the door," Ellen said, hopping off the bed. As she twisted to return to the bed, she stopped and watched Barbara removed her blouse. When Barbara looked up with a smile, their eyes locked as Barbara reached behind and unclasped her bra. "Is it all right if I get naked?" Barbara asked as she laid the bra neatly on top of her blouse. She pinched her nipples and added, "I mean will your parents interrupt us?" "Not likely, if we aren't too noisy." "I'll be as quiet as a mouse. Get naked with me, Ellen. I want to taste your pretty blonde pussy." ------- David's eyes snapped opened, and his cock popped up erect. Watching Ellen and Barbara together had turned him on big time, and confirming the fact that his sister had had sex with Ellen some time back curiously turned him on, too. Darla had admitted to her mother that she'd had some fun in bed with Ellen. He'd been shocked at the time, but the overriding fact that his sister was in love with him had pushed the possibility that she was bisexual way into the background. At the time she'd told Mother, David had relegated the issue to adolescent experimentation. Should he tell Darla about what he'd just witnessed and query her about her bisexuality? No, he decided. To start with, she wouldn't appreciate him watching Ellen and Barbara have sex. Plus, what Darla did before they fell in love wasn't any of his business. If she wanted him to know, she'd tell him. Unbidden, a fantasy flickered through his mind involving a threesome between him, Darla and Barbara. Then another scene developed when Ellen replaced Barbara. What's the matter with me? I shouldn't be having such thoughts. With a negative shake of his head, he decided being in love obviously didn't eliminate fantasies. After a quick glance at the clock on his nightstand, he phased out and hovered in Ellen's bedroom again. He had a little time before dinner. ------- Barbara was hot! The situation made her hot. Ellen's story made her hot. Now Ellen made her hot, especially the first sight of her pussy as she pushed her panties to the floor. She had a thick bush, but the hair was fine and blonde so it didn't look like a forest. Like Darla, Barbara kept her pubic hair trimmed very close. The outfits they wore for gymnastics combined with the contorted movements of their routines required a close trim. Some of the girls shaved themselves completely bald. Ellen's lush pubic patch reminded her of Jill's, and she couldn't wait to push all that hair away and expose the alluring flower underneath. Barbara had planned to do Ellen first, but the older girl pushed her back on the bed and covered her. Ellen kissed her again, but this kiss was deeper. Her tongue snaked out and traced Barbara's upper lip, and then the lower one before it moved inside her mouth and explored every niche within. Barbara had not forgotten how wonderful it was to be kissed passionately or to feel a naked body next to hers, but the reality of it was so much more exciting than the memory. She moaned softly into Ellen's hungry mouth. This girl surely knew how to kiss, even better than Jill. At the same time, one of Ellen's hands caressed a breast, playfully rolling a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and then pulling it hard and erect. Her other hand moved sensuously down Barbara's naked body until it reached her cunt. Barbara felt the pads of Ellen's fingers gently caressing her cunt lips before parting the crease and moving inside to explore between the fold. Barbara let out a quiet gasp when Ellen slowly inserted a finger fully inside her. Good, no hymen, Ellen thought just before she sucked one of Barbara's breasts into her mouth. Ellen was excited, very excited, but she was worried her mother would call them to dinner before they could climax, and Ellen was in desperate need of an orgasm. From the way Barbara rotated her hips up to Ellen's hand and lifted her chest to Ellen's mouth to enhance the connections, Ellen knew Barbara felt the same way. She raised her head from Barbara's luscious breast and said, "Let's do each other at the same time. My mother will be calling us for dinner soon, so we don't have much time. A quickie. One quick come for each of us. That's all the time we'll have right now." Without waiting for an answer, Ellen twisted around until her knees were each side of Barbara's shoulders. Would Barbara pull her cunt to her mouth? Was she experienced enough to taste her without more prompting? Ellen pushed her new friends legs apart and grasped the cheeks of her tight little ass with her hands. "You have a beautiful cunt," she whispered just before her mouth covered the entire surface of her new lovers vulva. Barbara reached and lowered Ellen's pussy closer to her mouth, and with her fingers spread the outer labia. Ellen's clitoris looked huge compared to her own little nubbin, and it was excited, fully retracted from its hood. The scent of the blonde's arousal filled Barbara's nostrils, and she stuck out her tongue for a taste. Sweet! So very sweet! Was this cunt sweeter than the other pussy she'd tasted? It didn't matter, she loved the taste of it, and she loved what Ellen was doing to her even more. A quickie, she'd said. Okay, Barbara would make it quick. They didn't try to talk. They licked and sucked and plunged fingers into each other, and tried to be quiet. Barbara climaxed first when she imagined Ellen's large clit was David's cock as she sucked on it and lashed it with her tongue. Ellen came seconds later, and Barbara worried about the noise she made. But no one banged on the door. After recovering from her climax, Ellen rolled to the side, and twisted back around. With a satisfied sigh, she said, "Damn, I needed that." Barbara pressed her lips to Ellen's and then licked all around her mouth. "I like the way I taste on you almost as much as the taste of your sweet pussy." "Good, because after dinner, I want you to taste me again. We'll take our time then. I want to make love with you, Barbara, not just fuck you." They both jumped when a knock sounded at the door. "Dinner in ten minutes, girls." ------- When David opened his eyes, he gazed directly into Darla's pretty dark eyes, which surprised him, but even surprised, he couldn't stop his cock from going immediately erect. The sight he'd just witnessed of two girls sucking cunt had taken his consciousness to a high state of arousal. "My, my, what do we have here?" Darla said as she reached into his boxers and grasped his hard-on. "Seeing your dark eyes when I opened mine excited me," David said. A damned lie. Oh, her eyes excited him, but not like the sexy drama he'd just observed. She lovingly stroked his cock. "You're sweet, bro, but we don't have time. I came in to tell you dinner was ready." "We have time. No, we don't have time, but I do. I'm really hot, Darla. Suck me. Please." He guessed a minute tops with her mouth around him would take him to a peak. Her face twisted into a small frown. She continued to stroke his erection, but she didn't take it into her mouth. "Whom were you visiting?" Busted! He felt his erection start to wilt. "Tim." "Tim, hell! You were visiting Ellen or Barbara, weren't you?" "No." Not a lie, not quite. He was visiting both of them, not one of them. He decided the best defense would be to go on the offensive. "What? You don't think you can make me hot? Also, why are you so jealous about Barbara and Ellen? There's no need. I don't love either of them, Darla. I love you." True, but that didn't mean watching Ellen and Barbara suck each other off didn't make him hot. He pushed his sister's hand away from his now flaccid cock. "I'd better dress for dinner. Let me up, please." She rolled away from him and stood up. Searching, she found his walking shorts in a heap at the foot of his bed. She picked them up and tossed them to him. "Sorry," Darla said contritely. "I know you've seen them naked, and... Damn it, David, they're both extremely sexy naked. I know. I've seen them that way, too." His cock started to unfold again when Darla's words created a fantasy where Darla replaced Barbara in the scene he'd just witnessed, a scene he now believed had actually happened before. Ignoring the prurient images, he pulled on the shorts and zipped them up. "How would you feel if I wandered around in space and watched boys get naked and play with themselves?" Darla asked in an attempt to defend her obvious jealousy. He held out his arms for her, and she rushed into them. He cupped her chin and lifted it with his fingers. "I agree, Ellen and Barbara are sexy, naked or clothed, and yes, I look. I also look at other pretty girls wherever I find them. Looking is natural. I don't hold them in my arms or kiss them or touch them or make love with them. I reserve all those expressions of love and affection for you." True. Then he remembered he'd touched Barbara. Fuck! If Darla ever found out about that, she'd throw the fit of all fits. She hugged him and placed her cheek on his chest. "I know. For a while there, I thought you were all hot and bothered because of something you'd seen while on your trip, and I saw green." With a chuckle, David said, "I bet you look at some boys' buns sometimes when they're walking away from you." She laughed. "Busted. I also look at some bulges when they're walking toward me. Come on; let's go to dinner. No doubt Mom has her marching orders all ready to dispense." ------- "Darla's on the pill, but she won't be protected for two weeks," Carol said. "So I want you two to promise me you won't go all the way until then." Darla's face fell. "Mom! We already promised to wait until you get back. You just added another week. What reason will you use put us off after that?" Carol grinned. "I don't know, but I'll think of something." "No doubt," Darla said sarcastically. "Well we promised to wait until next Monday. That promise stands." "David, if you get your sister pregnant, I'll rip your testicles out by the roots. I want you to promise me you'll wait until your sister isn't in danger of becoming pregnant, and don't think using condoms will do the trick. The pill isn't 100% effective, but it's the closest thing to it, much better than condoms." "Mom, if you put us off, I'll consider you in default of our agreement, and all promises will be null and void," Darla stated emphatically. The stubborn little minx means it, too. Well, it was worth a try. "If I remember our agreement, and I do, you promised you wouldn't have sex until I returned and we could talk about it again. Correct?" David nodded, and Darla glared at him. He shrugged. "Sorry, Darla, that was the agreement." "Thank you, David," Carol said. "No sex until I return at which time we'll talk about it. Agreed?" David nodded and said yes; Darla glared but finally nodded. If it were up to her son, Carol knew David would keep his promise. Unfortunately, she also knew David's agreement didn't mean diddly-squat. If Darla wanted him to fuck her, he would, promise or no promise. She wished she could manipulate her daughter as easily as she could her son. She'd taken David to get his driver's license today so he wouldn't have an excuse to not go out on dates. She'd taken Darla to put her on the pill not only to protect her from becoming pregnant with David's child but also so she could have sex with another boy without fear of pregnancy. To Carol's mind, opening the sexual barn door as wide as possible for both of them was the only way to go at the time. Later, she'd close it again as far as they'd allow. "Have the two of you discussed how you plan to hide your incestuous relationship from your friends and classmates and everyone else?" Carol asked. "No," David said. Darla glared. "Before I return, you also need to resolve the dating issues we discussed. You need to satisfy both of these contingencies before I'll feel comfortable about not separating you. Do you remember?" David nodded. Darla grimaced, and then glared. "David, I need to be at the airport at seven in the morning. Will you drive me?" "Certainly." "Thanks. I have some packing to do. Will you two clean up the dinner mess? I'll say goodnight now." She gave David a hug and kissed his cheek, and then held out her arms to her daughter. Darla reluctantly moved into them, but her hug was honest. ------- En route to the airport, Carol said, "David, I have a date tonight. If you peek, I'll be so angry I'll ship you off to Aunt Kate just to get you out of my sight so I can't maim you." "What time is your date?" "I don't have the particulars right now, but it's a dinner date." "Good, because I want to try to connect with you while you're in Albuquerque. I want to see if distance makes a difference." "Oh, okay. Try early evening. If you see me in my room alone, touch me and we'll talk." "Okay." "You need to work on your tone of voice while on a trip. It doesn't sound like you." "Yeah, I know. Tone of voice is next on my agenda." "Well, are you going to keep your promise?" "Which one?" She grinned. "You know which one. No fucking while I'm gone." "I promise," David said as he pulled to the curb at Sky Harbor Airport. Carol leaned and brushed her lips to his, and then used her thumb to wipe away the lipstick she'd smeared. "Okay, I trust you. I don't trust your sister, but I trust you. Have fun, but no fucking. I love you, David, and I love Darla. The two of you are my life, David, what my life is all about. You know that, don't you?" "Yes." "Drive carefully. I'll call this afternoon and give you my room and telephone numbers, those sorts of things." She hugged him. "Damn it! I hate leaving the two of you alone this trip. If I could, I'd cancel." "We'll be fine, Mom. Come on; I'll get your bags from the trunk." ------- Chapter 13 David returned from the airport and poured himself a cup of coffee. He strolled outside and sat at the patio table, enjoying the cooler morning air while he drank his coffee. His mother had a date that night and demanded privacy. Why? What did she have planned? He couldn't remember his mother ever bringing a man home with her, and until recently, he had not thought of her as a sexual being. No longer. He now knew she had sexual needs no less intense than his own, and certainly as powerful as his sister's. He wondered if she'd let her date fuck her. He hoped she would to take the edge off her own needs. The images in his mind of his mother naked and hot with a man gave him an erection. He'd love to see her ride a hard cock, but he'd promised her not to peek. Could he resist the temptation? He stripped off his clothes and dove into the pool, not only to exercise his body but also to clear his mind of the prurient images he'd imagined. At lap forty, he pulled himself from the water and sat to air-dry in the morning sun. Soon he would fuck his sister. Would the day come when he would also fuck his mother? He'd read "Oedipus Rex" the night before while studying incest, and Sophocles' story had affected him greatly. "Incest most foul!" Would the doom of incest lay on him like it did on Oedipus? Yes. He couldn't resist his sister. He loved her, wanted her above all others, and sometime during their mother's absence Darla would take him inside her. She'd break her promise, and so would he. He leaned back and soon hovered in an aircraft, which pleased him. Making a connection with his mother while she was in an airplane moving away from him at a high speed felt like a real accomplishment. He now had no doubts he could connect with his mother in Albuquerque. Distance was not a factor for his flights of consciousness. His mother gazed out the small oval window to her left. Obviously deep in thought, she jumped a little at his touch, but smiled when she realized he was with her. He moved his imaginary mouth to her ear and whispered, "I love you, Mother." "I love you, too," she whispered back." He brushed his lips to hers and returned to his body. His situation was different than Oedipus's, he reasoned. He had not slain his father, and he would not wed his mother, but deep down, he knew someday he would fuck her, and not while he was a ghost. Oh, sometime soon, he believed she'd ask once again for a psychic, incestuous fuck, and he would comply with her request, but it wouldn't count, not in his mind, or hers either. No, when he finally entered her body with a hard, flesh-and-blood cock, then it would count. When he climaxed and filled her hot cunt with his seed, then it would count. When this real incestuous fuck would happen, he couldn't fathom, but deep in his heart he knew he was fated to fuck his mother. He didn't want it to happen now or any time soon; he was too much in love with Darla to even consider betraying her. No, when he fucked his mother, it would be with Darla's full knowledge and consent. Besides, his mother wasn't ready now either. She had too many issues to resolve before she'd allow him to fuck her. After gathering his clothes, he moved inside and walked briskly to his room. He could hear the shower splashing. Darla was up and about. Smiling, he checked the bathroom door. It was unlocked, so he entered. Covered with a shower cap, Darla's head was back under the water spray, so he studied her briefly, took in her lithe, strong body, and felt his erection return. He opened the shower door and stepped inside with her. The water was too hot for him, uncomfortably hot, but when she smiled, his discomfort fled. He wrapped her in his arms, and she moved against him, pressing her mouth to his. "Good morning, lover," she said softly after their kiss. She wrapped her dainty hand around his hard shaft. "It's time," he said. "Time?" "Yes." He turned off the water and stepped from the shower. Taking her hand, he pulled her wet but willing to his bedroom. "Lie on the bed," he ordered. She raised an eyebrow and pulled off the shower cap. With a shake of her head her lustrous dark hair fell around her wet, bare shoulders. "We'll be late for school." "I know." With a shrug, she did as he asked. "Pull your knees up toward your shoulders and spread your legs." She smiled and obeyed him yet again. "God, that's beautiful, obscene but beautiful. I love that posture. It's so... inviting, so submissive." "True," she commented. "Eat me." "No." "No?" "No, I'm going to fuck you." "But..." Her smile widened. "All right. Fuck me." He took two steps and opened his nightstand drawer. Extracting a condom, he handed it to her. "Put it on." She sat up and licked around the crown of his shaft while she tore the package. Leaning back, she expertly rolled the sheath down over his hard-on, the results of another illustrated article she'd read on the Internet. "Why now?" she asked. "Why not?" "We did make promises." She reclined on the bed, returning to her previous posture. He kneeled between her splayed legs. "I knew the promises would be broken the second they were made. Sometime between now and Mother's return, you would have decided Mother might separate us on Monday, effectively eliminating the possibility that we could fuck each other. With that threat hanging over us, you would have taken me inside you sometime while she was gone, not necessarily to defy her, but to make certain we became lovers in every sense of the word." He waved his sheathed cock through the crease of her cunt, liberally soaking it with her juices. "Upon Mother's return, you would have taken the blame, placing some of the blame on her because of her threat." He pushed slightly, and the lips of her cunt separated. "I couldn't allow you to do that." With a boyish smile, he added, "Besides, why should we waste even one day of the five days we'll be alone?" He pushed again, and the head of his cock popped into her tight, little cunt. She winced. "Did I hurt you?" "Just a little. Don't stop." She placed the heels of her feet just below the curve of his buns and pulled him toward her. He pushed at the same time, and about half his length slipped inside her. Her liquid heat thrilled him, and he moaned with pleasure. Gazing down at her, his eyes locked with hers. He looked for signs of pain and saw none. He saw lust, though. And love - a lot of love. "I'm going to break another promise," he said. "Oh?" "Yes, I promised you I'd make love with you before I fucked you." She smiled. "I'm glad. Right now, I want to fuck. Tonight, we'll make love." With a slight rotation of her hips, she took another inch of his length inside her. "Oh, I feel so full, David." Pushing herself up to her elbows, she gazed down at the junction of her cunt and his cock. She still had about two inches to go. Could she take it all? She didn't know, but she was damned well going to try. "God, that's sexy. I love the feel of you inside me." Her hips moved back and then rotated up, and at the same time, David pulled back and thrust forward. "Oh!" she gasped from a slight, smarting sting, but the sudden pain fled almost immediately to be replaced with an overwhelming sense of well-being. His cock inside her made her feel whole. Glancing down again, she smiled as her eyes rolled back in her head. "That's it," she muttered as she relaxed back against the mattress. I took it all, she shouted in her mind. I took it all! David is fucking me! He's inside me! All of him, every inch of him! He leaned down and brushed her lips with his, much like he'd done with his mother during his recent trip, but his sister's taste, the warmth of her lips, the lust and love in her eyes, enhanced the brief kiss beyond belief. His cock in her cunt no doubt helped the enhancement, too. She moved her hands to his face and pulled his lips to hers as she opened her mouth, and his small kiss became suddenly passionate as her hips started to move against him. She groaned and became impatient. "Fuck me now, bro. Fuck your little sister! Yes! Like that!" His pubic bone had smashed against her clitoris sending cascades of pleasurable sensations through her body. With each downward thrust, she reached up with her hips and rubbed her clitoris against his mound or the top of his shaft. Yes, she decided. I can come. I can come like this. "Fuck me hard, David! Smash my clit! Yes!" His thrusts became fast and hard, without rhythm at first, but soon he settled into a measured cadence Darla seemed to like. He more than liked it; he reveled in it. The hot, wet friction of her interior membranes amazed him. The inside of her cunt was alive. Pulsing. Demanding. He felt her cunt grab at him when he moved back, trying to impede his withdrawal, and then open up and let him inside, palpitating, throbbing, fluttering around his length as he plunged deeply into her until he was as deep as he could go, and in that brief instant before he withdrew to thrust back into her, her cunt made love to his cock with spasms when she gave her hips a slight little twist. The next time down, he twisted, too, and her gasp told him how much she'd appreciated it. They stopped talking, but they exhaled sounds. A thin sheen of perspiration soon covered both of their bodies. David's orgasm built, became closer with each thrust until he knew he couldn't stop it, couldn't wait for her, but he was determined to continue to fuck her hard and fast like she wanted. He groaned and his rhythm faltered when his climax overwhelmed him, but he reared back and slammed deeply into her again and again. "Oh, God, I can feel it! You're coming! Inside me! You're coming inside me!" Darla said emotionally. Soon, when he doesn't need to wear a damned rubber, I'll feel his seed flying into me, bathing my cunt, she thought, and with the thought, her orgasm struck. She hadn't expected it, and she sucked in a massive amount of air as her eyes flew back in her head and her body went rigid. She fell into the white light of sensation as the first contraction of her orgasm gripped her entire body, and she tried to hold it, tried to make it never end, but it defied her. "Me, too! I'm... oh, God, yes!" she shouted when she could speak. Suddenly, she fled her body to experience the sensations of her orgasm as it peaked again. Contraction after contraction jerked her - massive, pleasure-filled contractions. Between contractions, she could feel David's long, hard cock throbbing inside her. He had stopped thrusting and held her tight. His hands grasped the cheeks of her ass, and his head had fallen down onto her upper chest. She cupped his face with the palms of her hands and mashed her lips to his, as she ratcheted on and off his vibrating cock. When she collapsed, David couldn't hold himself up off her any longer, and fell heavily atop her, but he quickly rolled to her side and pulled her into his arms. He was still hard and throbbing inside her, so he pulled her leg up over his thigh as he kissed her. There, he thought. It's done. She doesn't need to take the heat now. Mother can't blame her. She'll have to blame me. "I love you, Darla," he whispered. "Uh-huh, me, too, you," she gasped as one last contraction jerked her small body. A satisfied smile crept onto her face. "I'm a woman now." "Uh-huh." "I'm not a virgin anymore." "Uh-uh." Her smile became mischievous. "Guess what, David?" "What." "I love fucking! I just adore fucking." She sighed. "Are condoms cheaper by the dozen?" ------- After school when David connected with his mother again, he debated with himself whether to inform her he'd broken his promise but elected to defer the confession until later in the week. Guilt had never allowed him to hide his wrongdoings from her. She couldn't see him, though, so she couldn't see his guilty look. She was at the convention center directing the setup of her booth, one of the largest booths in the show. Before David had a chance to touch her and let her know he was present, a good-looking man walked up behind her and patted her on her backside. She spun, ready to give the man a piece of her mind, but then she suddenly smiled. "Hank! Be nice!" "Sorry, I couldn't resist. Are we on for dinner tonight?" "Of course." "Good." He looked around her booth. "As usual, you'll have one of the best, if not the best display in the show. I'm jealous. I haven't seen the decorative wheat before. Is that a new line?" "Yes." "It should do well, especially those with the dried chilies on the raffia ties. Are you about to give it up for the night?" "Soon. I'll want to shower and change and talk to my kids before I meet you. How about the hotel bar in about an hour?" "Perfect." So that's Mom's date, David thought and waited until Hank walked away before he touched his mother. She smiled and gave some last minute instructions to the men setting up her booth. David followed her from the convention center. Outside, he asked, "Was that man your date?" "Yes." "Good looking." "Yes, but fickle as they come. He's good for some laughs, though." "I bet." They walked into a hotel lobby, and David entered an elevator with her. She was its only occupant, so he said, "How's my tone of voice." She laughed. "Close, but no kewpie doll. Still needs a lot of work. Are you and Darla behaving yourself?" "Always." She snorted and exited the elevator. Inside her room, she gave him her room number and telephone number. "Write them down as soon as you enter your body. If you forget, call the operator and ask for the Hyatt Regency's phone number, and call me back." "I'll remember." She kicked off her shoes and started to unbutton her blouse. Should he leave? "I never brought men home after your father died, David. Somehow, I thought exposing you and Darla to such a situation would be inappropriate, but I haven't been celibate all these years. Does that shock you?" She pulled off her blouse and hung it on a hanger. "No. I'd be shocked if you'd told me you'd been celibate." She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. "Like I said, Hank isn't husband material. He has a roving eye. I'd never be able to trust him, but he's fun, and the sex is good." She was purposefully stripping in front of him. She wanted him to think about her now and later, wanted to remind him there were other females around besides his sister. She hoped he'd continue to check out Barbara and Ellen, too. Monogamy at sixteen years of age just wasn't natural, especially if the monogamous relationship was between siblings. He should be playing the field, experiencing different situations with different girls. She'd even considered asking him for a psychic, incestuous fuck, but if Darla found out, it would break her heart. No, she'd tease, but she wouldn't be overt. Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra and pulled it off her breasts. "Ah, that feels better. I think I'll go braless tonight," she said as she kneaded them, rubbing on the marks the garment had left on her skin. "Good plan," David said to let her know he was still present. "You have beautiful, full breasts, Mom, and they certainly don't need a bra to enhance their appearance." "Thanks, Son." She pushed her panties to the floor and strolled to the bathroom, bending to adjust the temperature of the water in the tub. She looked over her shoulder and winked. "How's my backside?" "Exceptional. Hank's a lucky man." "Oh, he's going to get lucky. Guaranteed. Tonight, I plan to have the roundest heels in Albuquerque." David laughed. "Don't laugh, David. You're laugh is scary." "Sorry." She lowered herself into the tub. The water was running full force, still filling the tub. "Ah, nice. I can't soak for an hour like I prefer, but sometimes I fancy a bath over a shower." "I don't remember the last time I took a bath," David said. "You don't know what you're missing." A naughty thought struck her. "Question? Does water make your entity wet?" "No. Oh, I can feel the sensation of water with my imaginary sense of touch but because I'm currently without substance, I have no surface for the water to touch so it moves through me as if I didn't exist. I do have form, though, but only I can sense the form unless I purposefully give it a solid feel. You wouldn't be able to feel me touch you otherwise. Once I reach my destination, my consciousness takes on the form of my body. I feel more comfortable that way." "Can you change the form?" "Yes." "Can your form be nothing more than a mouth with lips and a tongue?" "Yes." "Make it so." "There. I did as you asked." "Do you need to breathe?" "No. You want me to eat you under water, don't you?" She blushed and nodded. "Do you mind? Would you feel guilty?" "Yes." His affirmative answer dashed her arousal like a garden hose had spayed her full out. "Oh. I understand. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tempted you. It was just that the concept intrigued me so. I'm sorry." Damn it, damn it, damn it. I went too far. I stopped teasing and became overt. Bad move, Carol. Very bad. "The concept is intriguing, and I'm very tempted, but..." "I understand. Damn, I'm embarrassed." "Don't be. I'd love to try the experiment, but I'm working very hard not to be... fickle, to use the word you used to describe Hank." "Which is laudatory. I didn't think, David. Would you mind leaving me alone now?" "No. Mom, you're beautiful and sexy and smart, and when I think about how some other mothers I know would have handled my ability, I cringe. You have an open mind, which is essential in our relationship, both as mother and son as well as my anchor for the growth of my consciousness. Your open mind gave you the idea, and if Darla and I weren't in love, I would have thoroughly enjoyed the experiment. May I check back with you later if I get the chance?" "Yes." "I might drop in at the wrong time." "Yes, you might." "I'll touch you as promised." "Yes, touch me. If I want you to go, I'll say so. If not..." She shrugged. She'd just remembered how much she enjoyed being watched. "I might shock you." "Arouse me, perhaps. Shock me, no." With his lips and tongue and mouth, the current shape of his form, he kissed her full on the mouth, a heartfelt kiss. "See you later." ------- He opened his eyes, and his cock rose straight up. His mother's shameless striptease and her request for underwater cunnilingus had him excited. Abruptly, his bedroom door flew open and slammed against the wall. Darla advanced on him. She looked furious and skidded to a stop next to his bed. Suddenly, she reared back and slapped him as hard as she could. "You fuck!" she screamed. "And I thought I was in love with you." She tried to hit him again. With his ears ringing, he grabbed her wrist to stop the blow and pulled her into his arms. What the hell was she so angry about? She bit him then, clamped her teeth on his shoulder. He squealed and twisted away from her, which allowed her to squirm out of his arms. "Fucking psychic rapist!" she screamed as she scrambled back to her feet. She stood with her hands on her hips. "You're worse than coach, you fucker!" "Whoa! What the hell are you talking about?" But he knew. His heart sunk. Barbara had blabbed about a ghost assaulting her in the showers at the gym. "You know! You fucking know! You finger fucked her before I even introduced her to you! Fuck! To even think I loved you makes me sick! Worse, I let you fuck me this morning! You make me sick! The sight of you makes me sick! The thought of you makes me sick! Don't you ever fucking touch me again!" She turned on her heels and ran into the bathroom, slamming both bathroom doors one after the other as she rushed to her room. Even through both doors, he could hear her sobs. He rose and pulled on his shorts. His bathroom door was unlocked, but hers was locked. He sat on the john and phased out, quickly unlocking the door from the bathroom to Darla's bedroom before returning to his body. He opened the door and walked into her room. She looked up at him with abject sadness, but fury immediately replaced her sorrowful expression. Picking up a book from her nightstand, she threw it at him as hard as she could. "Get the fuck out of my room!" she screamed as the book bounced off his shoulder. "Darla, please. Let's talk about this." "Get the fuck out!" A sob wracked her body. "Get the fuck out. Please. I can't stand the sight of you right now. Please." She rolled over and curled up on her bed as sobs jerked her shoulders. He took a step and hesitated. No, not now. She wouldn't talk now, but he was desperate to hold her in his arms, hold her and somehow make her pain go away. Tears stung his eyes. He swallowed a sob, and said, "I love you, Darla. I love you with all my heart. What I did was wrong, very wrong, and I won't try to excuse myself. It happened early on, right after I learned how to touch, and I could do it and get away with it, and she didn't seem to mind, so I did it. I was immediately sorry. I knew what I'd done to her was wrong, and I vowed then I'd never do anything like that again with anyone, and I haven't. Just know, I love you, and I'm very sorry." When he returned to his room, he couldn't sit still, so he walked to the garage and drove the car away. After driving aimlessly for a while, he parked in a lot next to a Walgreen's and phased out. Darla was still sobbing, so he returned to his body and drove to Kiwanis Park, where he checked on Darla again. It looked like she'd cried herself to sleep. Switching, he wondered if he could catch his mother alone. He needed desperately to talk to someone about his dire situation, but she was sitting with Hank in a fancy restaurant. He touched her, whispered goodbye, and returned to his body. After he parked the car in the garage, he checked on his sister again. She was still asleep, so he made a salad and set the table. He'd grill the steaks after she woke up but wondered if she would even eat with him. An hour later, she was still asleep. She needed to wake up or she'd get her days and nights screwed up. He sat on the edge of her bed and touched her shoulder, finally gripping it, but softly. "Darla," he said. "Darla, you need to wake up. It's eight o'clock. You need to wake up." Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at him, but suddenly her face filled with fury. "Get away from me!" He stood and stepped back a few feet. "I'm putting a steak on the grill for me. Would you like to eat, too?" "With you, no." He shrugged and started to walk away. "But I'm hungry," she said with a small voice. Without turning back to her, he said, "I made a salad and I'll grill steaks. Would you put some potatoes in the microwave?" She snorted. "I'd rather stuff you in there and set the timer to run until you explode, but... yes, I'll bake some potatoes." "Thanks." His mood soared. If she'd eat with him, perhaps they could fashion a truce of sorts. She didn't love him anymore. That much was obvious, but perhaps at the very least, she could be civil with him. When he entered the kitchen with the sizzling steaks, she was seated at the table sipping what looked like red wine. He gave her the better of the two steaks and put the other one on his plate. She'd also filled a wine glass for him. Raising her glass, she said sarcastically, "A toast. To the psychic rapist!" He set his glass back to the table without sipping, but then raised it again. "To the repentant, reformed psychic rapist." He sipped; she didn't. "Good wine." "Better than the company." "True," David said and scooped some salad onto his plate. "I'm curious to know how a conversation between you and Barbara could turn to the subject of psychic sex. Would you mind telling me?" "I mind speaking to you at all, but we were discussing coach, and Barbara said something weird had happened to her in the showers one afternoon the same week coach was arrested and wondered if anything like she'd experienced had ever happened to me." So simple, even predictable now he thought about it. "Does she know I was the psychic who accosted her?" "No, but she thinks I'm weird like her experience because I asked some weird questions. I'm ashamed to say I had to know all the details. Compulsively, I had to know the depth of your perversion." "Is she... is she distraught about what happened?" Darla snorted. "Fuck no. She enjoyed it. Of course, she's not very bright. She believes in ghosts and has fantasized about it happening again. So if you get another perverted urge, feel free to finger fuck her again to your heart's content, you sick fucker!" Ignoring her outburst, he cut his potato and filled it with butter and sour cream. "What about Ellen? Have you finger fucked her, too?" "No." "Anyone else?" Should he tell her about the sexual games he'd played with his mother? No. More pain wasn't justified, and Mother would never say anything to her. Besides, he didn't believe he had the right to tell Darla what he'd done with his mother without his mother's permission. He cut his steak and put some in his mouth. "No," he said after chewing and swallowing. "You hesitated. You're lying, aren't you?" He took a bite of the potato. "No," he said as he swallowed. "What I did with Barbara shamed me, Darla, and you're correct. It was rape, plain and simple. She couldn't say yes or no when I touched her. She had no way of stopping me, save one, and she didn't use the one device available to her. If she'd appeared at all upset, I would have stopped, but like you said, she seemed to enjoy it. That doesn't make it right; it's only an explanation for why I took it as far as I did. I've never touched her again, not even an innocent touch." Darla shook her head and drained her glass of wine. "Pour me some more wine," she said and added salad to her plate. "Are you planning on getting drunk?" "Yes. I've never been drunk before. I can no longer say I've never been fucked, but I can say I've never been drunk. Tomorrow, that useless tidbit of information about my naïveté will no longer be true either." Angrily, she forked salad into her mouth. "Naïveté? Come on, Darla. Naïve you're not." "I've certainly been naïve about you. I thought you loved me." "I do. I'm very much in love with you. Let me ask you a question. Have you ever done anything sexual with anyone in your past that you'd prefer I never found out about?" Of course I have, you silly twit, Darla thought, as she chewed some steak. Everyone has. A number of situations flashed through her mind. Shaking away the images, she said, "No, of course not. Until this morning, I was a naïve virgin. Tonight, I'll be a naïve drunk. I'll have some more wine, please." She's lying. Interesting. He ignored her request for more wine. "Eat your steak." "Nag. I'll pour my own then." Were her past indiscretions the same as his? No, not even close, she told herself as she filled the wine glass. But he had a point. They ate in silence for a few minutes. "Yes," Darla said, breaking the silence. "To be honest, I've done some things I don't want you to know about, but they happened way in the past, and they certainly weren't as reprehensible as psychic rape." True, he thought, but her plural answer intrigued him. He knew only about the sexual games she'd played with Ellen. What other secrets did she harbor? "What do you mean by way in the past?" he asked. "Years ago." Not true, but close enough. "If my experiment with Barbara..." "Bull crap! Don't you dare call what you did with Barbara an experiment! You molested her, David." "If what I did with Barbara happened years ago, would you still be upset?" he asked, again ignoring her vitriolic comments. "Hah! You're so guilty you're trying to smooth over the rough edges using kinder words. Experiment instead of rape! Upset instead of angry! I'm not just upset, David. I'm pissed! Big time! To answer your question, yes I'd still be upset. It's not the timing, David. What you did was repulsive." Feeling shame, he nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry." Suddenly he had no appetite. Pushing his plate away, he added, "My behavior has obviously destroyed all the love you had for me." His statement brought tears to his eyes. It sounded so final. "I'm truly sorry, Darla. I still love you. I can't stop loving you. I can't turn it on and off as easily as you." He felt a tear roll out of an eye and down a cheek. "I understand your anger, but I can't sit here any longer and listen to you tell me how much you hate me now. I'm sorry. I should be able to sit here and take it like a man. I deserve it, but I can't handle this any longer." He pushed his chair back and started to stand. "Put your worthless ass back on that chair, David. I'm no different than you. I can't turn off how much I love you any easier than you. I'm still in love with you, but I'm so angry I can't stop the bile from spilling out. I spent years tossing cutting remarks in your direction. With all the anger in me, I reverted to my old habit. I won't tell you I'm sorry, though. I'm not. I hate what you did, David, but I don't hate you. I want to, but I can't. I love you." Tears streamed from her eyes, and the wretched sadness clouding her lovely face devastated him. He walked around the table and pulled her to her feet and held her. He didn't try to kiss her; he just held her while she sobbed and clung to him. Silent tears streamed from his eyes as he wept with her. Finally, he picked her up and carried her to her bed. He stretched out beside her and continued to hold her until she stopped crying. In the bathroom, he ran the water until it was hot and dampened a face cloth. He covered his eyes with it and washed his face. Then he did the same for his sister. After he helped her remove her clothes, he took his off and climbed back into the bed. He held her in his arms until she went to sleep. Without leaving her, he left his body and cleaned up the dinner mess. Switching viewpoints, he watched briefly while his mother kissed Hank passionately. They were in her room, and both of them were still fully dressed, but from all indications, soon Hank would most definitely be a very lucky man. David didn't touch his mother and didn't revisit her again that night. He visited no one. He didn't study or read. He reentered his body and held his sad and angry sister in his arms until finally he, too, fell asleep. ------- Chapter 14 Darla opened her eyes and glanced at the clock on her nightstand. Five o'clock. Expelling a small groan, she wished she could roll over and go back to sleep, but she'd had all the sleep her body needed and then some. Besides, she had to pee - badly. Usually, she relieved herself just before going to sleep, but last night... well, last night was different. Turning, she studied her sleeping brother lying next to her. He looked so innocent when he slept, almost pretty. But innocence and David were strangers. Anger welled up in her again. The nasty fucker had molested her friend. That Barbara didn't care, even encouraged the molestation didn't matter to Darla's mind. Mostly she felt betrayed. Rolling her feet to the floor, she padded into the bathroom and relieved herself. After rinsing her hands, she brushed her teeth. Gazing into the mirror she noted her puffy eyes. From crying like a baby, she reasoned. The discovery that the love of her life had molested Barbara had devastated her. "He finger fucked her," Darla whispered to her image in the mirror. With a grimace, she replied, "So what? You finger fucked Ellen, finger fucked her and more, and not just once either, and yesterday when Barbara invited you to stay with her after she'd told you about her nasty ghost, you were tempted to sleep over with her Friday or Saturday and fuck her. Yes, fuck her, not just finger fuck her, but do everything a couple of girls could do." But spite and revenge were poor excuses for misbehaving. She'd learned that lesson with her payback night. Besides, she didn't want the sexy girl, not really. She wanted only one person, her brother, her incestuous lover. She asked herself how, in the cold light of day, the knowledge that David was capable of psychically raping a girl made her feel? Yesterday, it had hit her with the force of a sledgehammer. So many emotions boiled over in her, especially anger and deep sorrow, she couldn't think clearly. She could only act, and act she did; she acted like an insane person. But she knew more now. She'd heard from both parties involved in the event. David swore he would have stopped if Barbara had been upset in the slightest, and Darla believed him. On the other hand, he'd also said he could do it without fear of reprisal, so he did it, or words to that effect. Still, Barbara told her she'd enjoyed the ghostly assault, actually wished it would happen again. She certainly wasn't traumatized by the event. Was she raped? You bet! And David, bless his wicked soul, knows it was rape, too. What was his toast? Yes. "To a repentant, reformed psychic rapist." What bothered her was his hesitation when she'd asked him if he'd finger fucked anyone else. He'd said no, but there was some guilt there. My darling brother wears his emotions on his sleeve. "How about it, Darla?" she asked her image. "Should I call it even and call a truce?" She grinned. "Yeah, that's what I thought you'd say." She walked from the bathroom into her brother's bedroom and opened the nightstand drawer. Pleased, she noted he'd purchased a dozen. Extracting one of the condoms, she returned to her bed. Cuddling up to his sleeping form, she kissed his eyes, and brushed her lips across his. "Wake up, David," she said and kissed him again. When she leaned back, his eyes fluttered and opened. "Good morning, sleepyhead." He smiled. "Good morning." ------- The room vibrated with raucous sound. Carol groaned and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Five-fifteen. Hank's enthusiastic, insufferable snoring had awakened her, and she regretted she'd asked him to stay. But last night she'd felt a strong need to have a warm body next to hers while she slept, that and to wake up with one next to her. She missed sleeping with George as much as she missed the sex she'd enjoyed with him. Hank wasn't a close substitute for her late husband, but he was the only one she had. Reaching, she pinched his nose, and he snorted and rolled. He stopped snoring, but only for a few seconds. Wide-awake, she scooted away from him and climbed from the bed. She needed to pee, and her mouth felt like cotton. After relieving herself, she washed her face and hands and brushed her teeth. Feeling almost human again, she gazed at her image in the mirror. A love bite dotted her left breast, and then she noticed another low on her neck on the right. Smiling, she said softly, "David, did you watch your old mom last night? If you did, you broke your promise because I never felt your touch." And I anticipated that touch, even longed for it, she added silently. I wanted you to see your old mom fuck Hank's brains out. I did, too. I doubt if Hank's ever been with a woman as needy as I was last night, which was your fault, David. You started my fuck motor while you watched me bathe. No, that's not fair. I started my own motor when I conceived the underwater incestuous, psychic suck. She shivered with passion, and felt a knot of arousal start to form in her cunt. "Were you too busy fucking your sister, David? Is that why you didn't visit me, why you didn't watch me fuck Hank?" This mess is your fault, George, she thought. You started it all when you happily fucked your sister. Your loving description of your incestuous affair with Kate made me embrace incest instead of revile it as I was taught. David complimented my open mind, a mind opened wide by you, George. The compliment should have been directed at you. Obviously, I didn't teach my children to revile incest, and now they're joyfully fucking each other like you and Kate at their age. Worse, I want to fuck my son, George, and when his affair with his sister ends, I'll probably do just that. Did you see his cock, George? Were you watching over us while we masturbated together? Sexy, huh? Your son is longer than you, George, thicker, too. He has a magnificent cock. It took all the will power I had not to sit on it, take it inside me, and fuck it. With a groan, her hand went to her cunt. She was wet, but a sour odor assailed her nostrils. Hank's old come, she reasoned. She ran hot water over a washcloth, added soap and, throwing one foot up on the counter, she scrubbed her cunt. The scrubbing increased her arousal. Hank, you're going to get lucky again this morning. ------- "You are so beautiful," David said as his eyes rolled back in his head. "Sexy, too." He was lying on his back, and his sister was sitting on him, fucking him. Her perky tits bounced alluringly as she moved, and she'd discovered a graceful sliding motion that moved her on and off his cock. She'd started with a bounce, but bouncing not only looked awkward, it must have felt awkward to her, too, because she soon switched to the slide. Her back arched when she moved off him and straightened when she slid down around him. "I like being on top, David," she said and her eyes rolled back in her head as she emitted a groan of passion. "I like it a lot." "Not long ago, I found a Web site about the Kama Sutra," David said as he lifted his hips when Darla descended, forcing his cock deeply inside her lively cunt. "It's illustrated and describes a whole bunch of sexual positions. Tomorrow, let's spend the day trying as many as we can." "Yes! But we'll start right after school, not tomorrow." With a chuckle, she added, "You might need to buy another dozen condoms." "I'll use the eating-out money Mother left us." "Ah, such sweet irony. I'm awfully hot, David. Are you close?" "I've been on the edge for quite a while waiting for you." She increased the pace of her slide. "You won't need to wait much longer. I'm hot! Really... really... hot!" They didn't speak for a few minutes, and David knew his thoughts would have irritated Darla. He needed to curb his arousal, and he forced arousal-dampening images through his mind. Still, he reached his climax before her, but happily his orgasm took her to a peak. She collapsed onto his chest, but she was light enough he didn't mind. They held each other, kissed softly and murmured endearing words until his dick softened enough to slide out of her. He reached down and pulled the condom off. He'd flush it later. "Oh, David! What will we do if Mother separates us?" she asked sadly. "She won't, not if we get our act together and give her a reasonable plan to keep our relationship a secret." "Do you think that's possible?" "In reality, no, but we can certainly outline a plan she'll accept. Whether, we can follow the plan is another matter." "No kidding. If my reaction yesterday about something that happened before we were a couple is any indication, what will I do if you actually go on dates with other girls? Girls like Ellen and Barbara. Cute or sexy girls, or both, girls that will give it up for you." She groaned. "And once they fuck you, David, they'll want you all the time like I do. Fuck!" She rolled away from him and sat on the edge of the bed. "I don't believe I can share you, David," she whispered. He sat behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. As he nuzzled her long, graceful neck, he said, "Good, because I don't want anyone else." "Yeah. We'll see." She smiled, a forced smile that turned into a grin. "I like waking up early. It gives us more time to play. Let's shower and check out the Kama Sutra Web site and do a little planning. We'll worry about the plan for Mother on Sunday. Until then..." "Go ahead and shower. I want to check on Mother first, and then I'll join you." "'kay." After Darla left the room, he reclined on the bed and soon hovered in his mother's room. Déjà vu, he thought. His mother was in the same position Darla had used earlier. She was riding Hank's cock, and curiously she was using the same graceful slide David believed Darla had invented. It must be instinctual, David thought. How should he touch her? After a brief personal debate, he tweaked a nipple as it bounced temptingly, which caused his mother's rhythm to falter. Would she tell him to leave? Then he realized she might not have noticed his touch. She was, after all, quite involved, so he moved to her ear and whispered, "Good morning." She smiled widely. "Yes! I'm happy you're here." "Yeah, me, too," Hank said as he threw his hips up at her. Sexy, David thought as he felt his arousal soar. He'd just fucked his sister, but still the sight of his mother joyfully fucking Hank excited him greatly. He caressed her ass with an imaginary hand as she slid on and off her lover's cock. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "Touch me! Touch me all you want. Touch me everywhere!" Hank lifted one hand and squeezed her breast. David conjured up a magic digit and massaged her clitoris while he continued to caress her magnificent ass. "Perfect! Perfect!" An imaginary tongue wiggled at her ear. Oh, God, it couldn't get any sexier! Hank's cock plunging in and out of her cunt. Her son's fingers at her clitoris. Hank's hand fondling a breast. David's hand caressing her ass. And then her son sticks an imaginary tongue in her ear, sending chills up and down her spine. No, it couldn't get any sexier, but a minute later, she revised her opinion. "I'm coming!" she announced to her lovers. "Oh, God, am I ever coming. Don't stop!" Either of you, she added in her mind. David twirled an imaginary finger around her rosebud. "Yes!" she shouted again and moved back against the finger, taking it inside her. She peaked at that moment, as did Hank. With his imaginary digit inside his mother's ass, David could feel Hank's cock swell up in his mother's cunt and pulse as it ejaculated. She seemed to enjoy his finger in her ass, so he elongated it a little and made it a bit thicker as he sawed it in and out of her. "Yes!" she screamed, and her body went rigid. She threw her head back; her mouth fell open and she emitted a long low wail expressing her pleasure. Mom sure does enjoy coming, David thought. "Yeah, Carol, come for me!" Hank said and shoved his ejaculating cock as deeply as he could into her spastic cunt. David rained kisses across her neck and shoulder and whispered in her ear. "Yeah, Mom, come for me, too." His whisper appeared to create the start of a new orgasm, which delighted David because he felt his presence and touches had excited her as much as Hank's. When she collapsed, David returned to his body. As his eyes opened, he noted Darla standing next to the bed. Her eyes were fixed on his cock, and she watched it spring up fully erect in a second. Her face clouded up. "Whom were you visiting?" "Mom." "Are you sure it wasn't Ellen or Barbara." David grinned. "Yep. I visited Mom. She was getting it on with a man." Darla's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "No kidding?" "I kid you not." "Hold that thought. Let me get another condom," Darla said, eyeing his erection. "It'd be silly to waste that wonderful hard-on, even if Mother created it, not me." At the bathroom door, she looked over her shoulder and grinned mischievously. "I'll want details, David." He nodded, decidedly uncomfortable about describing what he'd seen, let alone what he'd done. Then he grinned. She seemed excited not upset. He'd tell her. He'd tell her what he'd seen. Whether he told her anything about what he'd done would depend on her continued reaction. Darla hurried into the room and quickly rolled the condom down over his shaft. "Come on, tell all," she said as she straddled him. "When I connected with her, she was sitting on top of the guy in a similar position to the one we just used." Quickly rubbing the head of his cock through the crease of her pussy, she said, "I take it you broke your promise and didn't touch her." "A promise is a promise. I touched her." His confession obviously shocked her. "How?" She let gravity sink his cock into her cunt, that and a few clever twists and turns plus a couple of bounces. With a small moan of pleasure, she added, "Nice. Mom sure got you hard. How did you touch her?" Uh-uh, not yet, Darla. "My lips, I guess. Actually, I whispered a good morning in her ear." "Damn! Did you surprise her?" "Yes. She'd warned me not to visit her last night, and I didn't, but she said nothing about this morning. I expected her to tell me to get out of her space post haste. Instead, she moaned a heartfelt, 'Yes! I'm happy you're here.'" "Jesus. You're telling me she was fucking and didn't mind you watching?" "I believe Mom has a streak of exhibitionism in her, Darla. She likes to be watched." Darla giggled, which did marvelous things to David's cock. "I'll be damned. That's surprising. Oh, I'm hot already. Tell me about the guy." "A good-looking man about Mom's age. She called him Hank." "Hank? I met a Hank when Mom did the OASIS Show here in Phoenix in March. Yeah, he's a hunk. Mom introduced him to me as Henry Jensen, but she called him Hank. Cool. Now I know how great sex is, I'm glad Mom is getting a little. How long did you watch?" "Until they climaxed. I think I entered her space when they were well along." "Damn, I wish you could have taken me on the trip with you. I can't believe it! Mom let you watch her fuck! Have you seen her fuck before?" "Uh-uh. I remember one position from the Kama Sutra," he said to change the subject. Darla was getting into an area he didn't want to talk about. "It's called the Black Bee. I don't know why. Here, let me help you. Move your feet up and place them flat on the bed each side of my chest. Yes, like that." He spread his legs and lifted his knees, and her cute, little ass settled on his inner thighs. Then he raised his torso holding himself up with his hands, his arms straight and angled slightly behind him. They looked each other in the eye. "Now put your hands on my shoulders." "David, you're so deep inside me. Hmm, I love it." "Yeah. Now we help each other move. I'll sort of lift you by closing my thighs like this. And when I open them, you'll move back down like this." "Nice." "And you play like you're rising from a sitting position. Use my shoulders as leverage. Uh-huh, just like that. Then just sort of fall back down on my cock." With a groan, he said, "Now I'm deep." "You sure are. Now what?" "Now we move together to establish a rhythm." Darla was light enough, he could lift her up with his thighs, but when she helped, his efforts became less strenuous. They soon became perfectly synchronized, establishing a medium pace. "Oh, I like this one, David. I can rub my clit across your lower belly when I fall back down." She grimaced. "Hot! I'm so hot. I keep thinking about you watching Mom fuck. You haven't seen her fuck before, but you've seen her naked. Right?" "Yes, quite a few times." "Does she masturbate?" Don't lie to me, David, please. I know she does. "Yes. I watched her masturbate before I could control my trips. That's what prompted her to suggest I learn to control them." "How about since you learned to control your trips?" "Yes." "Did you touch her?" Darla sped up their pace, reaching for her orgasm. His confessions had really made her hot. "Darla, you're getting into an area I don't feel I should talk about without Mother's permission." What the hell does that mean? Wait! He looked guilty when I asked him if he'd finger fucked anyone besides Barbara. Surely he hasn't... "David, have you finger fucked Mom?" Say yes! Please, say yes! God, that would be so hot! Damn it! She's as nosey as Mom. Fuck it! It's time to come clean, well almost clean. "Yes," David said. "Fuck!" God, that's hot! My brother's shoved an imaginary finger inside Mother's cunt! "Oh, God! Oh! Fuck, David, I'm coming!" She was almost finished with her orgasm when his started, so their climaxes ended at about the same time. The position allowed them to kiss, so David kissed her, and she melted into the embrace, running her hands through his hair while she kissed him back. His arms started to cramp and could no longer hold him in an upright position. When he fell back to the bed, Darla gracefully moved her feet down and stretched out on top of him. His shrinking cock remained inside her pussy. What the hell is going on? My sister throws the hissy fit of all fits last night when she found out I finger fucked Barbara, David thought, and this morning I confess I did the same to Mother. Instead of slapping me silly, she heats up and comes like a house afire. What's wrong with this picture? Oh, oh, Darla thought. I might have some explaining to do. After playing sexual games with Ellen, Darla had started to notice her mother, not as a mother but as a beautiful, sexy female. Comfortable with her body, her mother wasn't bashful about being naked around her daughter, and Darla started to wonder what it would be like to have sex with her. Nothing happened, but David wasn't the only family member Darla had fantasized about while touching herself. I'll just have to play dumb, Darla reasoned. No way can I explain what just happened. To start with, I'd need to tell David about Ellen. Denise, too. Well, maybe not both of them, but without admitting my bisexuality, I couldn't put my sexual desire for Mom in context. Fuck! "Would you like to tell me what just happened?" David asked. "What do you mean?" Play dumb. Play dumb. With a sigh, David said, "I'm thoroughly confused. When you saw me return to my body and my cock became immediately erect, you assumed I'd been visiting Ellen or Barbara. and you were angry. When I explained I'd visited Mother and she was getting it on with a guy, your anger disappeared, and you became hot! You wanted details, and I gave them to you, and with each detail you became hotter. Am I correct so far?" "Yeah." She nibbled on his neck. Play dumb! "I have a question then. Why does the green-eyed monster sit on your shoulder when you associate me with Ellen or Barbara, but you react just the opposite regarding me and Mother?" "I don't know. I guess I just don't consider Mom a threat." "Why not? She's certainly as sexy and beautiful as Ellen or Barbara." Play dumb. "Really? Do you really think Mom's as sexy as Barbara and Ellen?" "Frankly, I think she's sexier. To my mind, the only female I know sexier than Mother is you." Play dumb. "Hmm. Maybe I should consider her a threat." "Let me finish explaining my confusion. While talking, you pushed me into a corner and forced me to confess I'd finger fucked Mom. I had to confess or lie to you, and I don't want to lie to you, Darla. We need to be open and honest with each other. Anyway, with my confession, I braced myself for another round of condemnation. Instead, the idea of me finger fucking Mom made you so excited you climaxed. Can you explain? Help eliminate my confusion?" Fuck. He wants me to be open and honest. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand. "David, we need to get ready for school." He groaned. "That's a copout. Come on. Give. What the hell is going on?" "I'll explain this afternoon, David. We need to get cracking." "Uh-uh. Give me a rough outline now. You can fill in the details this afternoon." He needs to know. It's not fair to keep it a secret. "Damn you. Talk about forcing someone into a corner. Okay, I'll be open and honest with you. I'm bisexual, David. I've had sex with a couple of girls, and Mom turns me on. Are you satisfied now?" Ellen was one of them. Who was the other? "Darla, if you expected me to be shocked, you've forgotten that I listened to your conversation with Mother in the car when she picked you up at the gym a few days ago. You admitted you'd had sex with Ellen then and threatened to fuck Barbara if Mother forced you to stay with her while Mom was out of town." "You heard!" "Yes. We never talked about it because the larger issue of our love for each other pushed your bisexuality to the back of my mind. Also, the fact that you'd had sex with Ellen when you were younger just doesn't matter to me. I love you and you love me. That's all that matters. Besides, your past is a privacy issue. I'm trying very hard not to invade your privacy, Darla." "Fuck! I've been sweating bullets worrying about what you would do, and how you would feel when you found out, and you knew all along. Well, how do you feel?" With a shrug, he said, "I don't think less of you because of it." He grinned guiltily. "To tell all, the day after I listened to you and Mother in the car, I watched Ellen and Barbara get it on in Ellen's bedroom. Watching them turned me on big time. By the way, Ellen told Barbara she'd had sex with you." David watched fury fill his sister's eyes. "Damn it! We promised never to tell another living soul! I'll..." "Ah, but you told Mother." With his statement, all the anger in Darla's expression faded. Her shoulders slumped. "Yeah. I'm just as guilty I guess." After thinking for a few seconds, Darla asked, "They turned you on, huh?" "Yes, and you noticed and accused me of visiting one of them. I lied and told you I'd visited Tim. I'm sorry. I'll try not to lie to you again, Darla. But yes, I must admit watching Ellen and Barbara suck each other off turned me on big time." Watching them would turn me on, too, Darla admitted to herself. I knew Barbara was ripe. Obviously, Ellen noticed the same signs I saw in Barbara and took advantage of her vulnerability. How about that? My two best friends are lovers now. She turned to her brother and kissed him. "I love you, bro. Thank you for understanding." "Hey, with my freaky, as you call it, ability, I can't be very critical about deviations from the norm." He laughed. "Hell, Darla, we also joyfully commit incest every chance we get. I'm still confused, though. Your bisexuality..." "Come on," she said, interrupting him. "I need to shower again. I can't go to school smelling like sex. I adore the fragrances of sex, but we can't advertise our incestuous bent. We'll need to shower together or we'll be late for school." ------- David pulled the car out of the garage and pushed the button on the garage-door opener, closing the garage door as he entered the street in front of their home. "Will you answer some questions on the way to school?" David asked. He reached and squeezed her hand. "Darla, I love you. Your bisexuality doesn't upset me, but I am understandably curious." "Fire away," Darla said with a smile and entwined his fingers in hers. "You mentioned a couple of girls. Ellen was one of them. Can you tell me the other girl's name?" "No. That wouldn't be right; it would feel like I was kissing and telling. The sex I had with Ellen happened a couple of years ago. At the time, I classified what we did as adolescent experimentation, but still we did everything two girls can do with each other. The other girl wasn't a girl. She was a woman and a lesbian, not bisexual." "I take it the woman was more recent." "Yes. I guess I can tell you her first name. I'll probably never see her again because she doesn't live in Phoenix. Her name is Denise. As I said she is quite a bit older than me, in her early twenties, and we only got together a couple of times. But they were hot times! As hot as they come. For a while, there, David, I thought I might fall in love." She glanced at her brother to gauge his reaction. He didn't appear upset, so she continued, "I didn't fall in love with her because I was already in love with you, bro. I prefer males to females, David. Men and boys have always excited me more than a pretty girl. Frankly, I wouldn't be upset if I never had sex with another girl or woman again." A lie, she thought. Why did you embellish? Go too far? With a mental shrug, she continued, "You're the only man I've been with, the only man I've ever wanted. I did mess around with a couple of boys, did a little petting, that sort of thing, and if you want to know about them, I'll tell you." Careful, she thought. If he presses you, you'll need to confess you've seen another cock besides his, touched it and watched it come all over the place, and you'd be caught in another lie. He pursed his lips. "No, that's not necessary. You say Mom turns you on?" "Yeah. Big time. You aren't the only family member I fantasized about while masturbating. Nothing actually happened between us, though, and I doubt anything ever will. I could be wrong, but I don't think Mom's sexually interested in females." "She didn't seem to be too shocked when you announced you'd had sex with Ellen, though," David said. Darla thought back. "True." A germ of an idea began to form in David's admittedly nasty teenaged mind, but too many variables and unknowns existed to formulate a plan. "If Mother expressed interest, would you be inclined to have sex with her?" Darla fixed her eyes on his. "That depends on how you would feel, David. First and foremost, I love you. If you would be the least bit upset, I'd never consider it." "And if it wouldn't upset me?" "Then I'd wonder if you truly loved me." With a nod, he said, "Never doubt my love for you, Darla, regardless of the circumstances." He squeezed her hand with affection. "Let me put it another way. If you weren't in love with me, would you be inclined to have sex with Mother if she were interested? Yes or no, Darla." "Yes. As I said, she turns me on. What about you? She turns you on, too." "If I wasn't in love with you, I'd fuck her in a heart beat, Darla." He pulled into the parking lot at the school. "I'll pick you up after gymnastic practice." "God, I want to kiss you," Darla said. Glancing around, she noticed no one watching, so she took his hand and placed it on her cunt over her clothes. "Yeah, I know what you mean," he said. ------- Chapter 15 Before his first class started, David stepped into a restroom, locked a stall door behind him, and arranged himself on the john so he wouldn't fall over when he became unconscious. His mother was just exiting the Hyatt Regency when he connected with her. After he touched her, she said, "There you are, you naughty boy. I hoped you'd contact me before school started. Walk with me to the convention center, or float, or whatever it is you do, and we can talk on the way. Did your old mom shock you this morning?" "No, but you certainly excited me. That was the sexiest sight I've ever seen." "You did more than watch, David. If you aren't careful, you'll wake up one of these days and find out you're fickle. Why didn't you connect with me last night? Were you too busy fucking your sister?" "Hah! I wish. I was too busy trying to defend an indefensible position." "Do tell." He quickly related the circumstances. "So I ended up just holding her while she wept. She cried herself to sleep." "Darla was correct, you know. Plain and simple, you molested Barbara, David. What you did to her was very wrong." "I know, and I'm truly repentant. I can promise you, like I promised Darla, that I'll never do anything like that again with anyone. By the way, Darla pushed me into a corner this morning after I visited you. She put me in a position of either lying to her or confessing that you and I had messed around. I confessed." "Oh, no! David how could you?" "I told her I didn't feel like I had a right to tell her anything about us without getting your permission first, but... Damn it! I didn't tell all, Mom, but I did admit to masturbating you with imaginary fingers." "Fuck! How did she react?" "Surprisingly, she didn't fly into a rage, which confused me. I'm still confused. I don't think men and women think alike at all." Carol laughed. "That's for sure. How did she push you into the corner." "If you could see me now, you'd know I was feeling really guilty. When I returned to my body after visiting you this morning, Darla was standing next to me. I was extremely aroused by what I'd just witnessed, and my... let's just say I immediately became as hard as I've ever been. Darla wanted to know why, so I told her I'd just watched you get it on with a guy." "David! You didn't!" "Sorry. She became furious, believing I was so excited because I'd visited Ellen or Barbara, not you. I don't lie very well, so I told her the truth." "How did Darla react?" "She surprised me again. She became hot, Mom, very excited, which finally led us to the discussion that forced me to either lie to her or admit I'd psychically played with your pussy. Curiously, that discussion evolved into a conversation about Darla's bisexuality." "Jesus!" "Yeah. How do you feel about Darla's bisexuality? I know you're aware of it. Remember I listened to the two of you in the car when you picked her up at the gym." Carol wasn't prepared to answer his question. "I don't know. I haven't really given it any thought. Ask me again later." "Fair enough. I need to go, or I'll be late for my first class." David stopped his mother from walking, took her into his invisible arms and kissed her thoroughly. "Bye, Mom. I'll connect with you again later." She felt the pressure of his imaginary arms disappear and knew her son would instantly reenter his body about five hundred miles from where she stood. Amazing! Carol reeled not only from her son's psychic embrace but also from all the new information he'd dumped on her. He'd told his sister he'd watched his mother having sex with a man and then later admitted to his sister that he'd diddled his own mother's pussy, which evidently led to a discussion about his sister's bisexuality. Carol noticed major gaps in his story, so many she couldn't followed the logic jumps from one revelation to the next. She'd try to fill in the gaps when he next visited her. As she entered the convention center she asked herself how she really felt about Darla's bisexuality. David had asked her and would ask her again, and he'd expect an answer next time. In her mind, she pictured Darla and Ellen, and the mental images she imagined didn't repel her; rather, they excited her. No, her daughter's bisexuality didn't upset her. Thinking back to her high school days, Carol remembered she'd had a couple of girlfriends who were bisexual. Heck, in college, she'd also had a friend who was a lesbian. At the time, she'd been curious about what it would be like to have sex with another girl, but not curious enough to cause it happen. However, she believed the only reason she didn't explore sex with a girl in her youth was because she was so into boys. Men, too, she thought with a chuckle. She certainly was no blushing virgin when she met George. Still, she didn't look at sex with another female as repulsive. In fact, her daughter's bisexuality rekindled her curiosity, and if the right situation developed she decided she wouldn't be opposed to trying sex with a woman. ------- Darla was hurrying to meet David for lunch when a hulk stepped in front of her. Looking up, she recognized Lou Hunter, a senior she'd met through Ellen. "Hi, Darla," he said. "Hello," she replied and waited, but he didn't step to the side so she could proceed. "I'm meeting my brother, Lou, and I'm late." "Oh, ah, yes. I... ah, Darla to you have a date for the prom?" "No." She just about added she wasn't allowed to date yet, but then she remembered her mother had relaxed the age-sixteen dating rule. A few seconds later, she regretted the omission. "Would you like to go with me? I mean..." "Are you asking me to be your date for the prom?" Darla asked, somewhat stunned. "Yeah." What should she say? She could refuse and tell him she wasn't allowed to date yet. On the other hand, accepting the date might be the best way to keep her mother from separating her and her brother. Also, the prom was a month away. She could accept and cancel later if necessary. In any case, she couldn't accept the date without talking to David first. "Lou, I'd love to go to the prom with you, but I need my mother's approval first. She has this rule about no dating until I'm sixteen, but for the prom I think she'll relax the rule. Unfortunately, she's out of town until Sunday night. May I get back to you with an answer on Monday?" "Sure," he said and beamed. "Great. Listen. I really appreciate you asking me." She glanced at her wristwatch. "I'm late. Catch me at school on Monday or give me a call Monday after school and I'll give you an answer. Do you have my number?" "No." Darla tore off a piece of paper from her notebook and jotted her phone number. "There you are. Gotta run. Bye." ------- Carol finished writing up an order and handed a copy to the buyer. "I'm sure you'll be happy with the ristras and wheat, Ms. Billings. They'll be delivered in two weeks, and I'll check with you in a month to see if you'd like to reorder." After Ms. Billings left the booth, Carol glanced around. She'd had buyers stacked up one after the other all morning, and she needed a break. Kyle Trent, one of her manufacturers located in Albuquerque, worked the booth with her for the Albuquerque show, but he wasn't in sight. He tended to wander in and out of the booth. She couldn't berate him, though, because without his help, she'd have needed to hire a temp to help her, which she tried to avoid whenever possible. Her search for Kyle did give her a view of a slim, young woman standing in the center of the booth studying the chile ristra display. She looked stunning with long, streaked blonde hair, most of it flowing down her back, but some cascaded to the front over her right shoulder, which pulled Carol's eyes to her pert breasts, obviously unfettered by a bra. She had large nipples easily viewed under a clingy, light purple sundress. Her gray eyes were striking, picking up some purple from the dress, and flecks of gold sparkled in the gray. A couple of inches taller than Carol, she appeared quite young, in her early-twenties, Carol guessed, mostly because she still had girlish hips. Her runway model's body was nearly perfect, except her calves looked slightly underdeveloped. Carol's earlier decision came to mind. Was this the woman? The silent question made her blush. She felt her blood run hot, and her heart rate quickened a little. "May I help you?" Carol asked. The woman turned to her and flashed a winning smile. Her teeth were brilliantly white, but her two front teeth were separated by a tiny gap, which gave her pretty face character without marring her beauty. "Hi. I wondered if your daughter, Darla, was here with you for the show? I met her during the March OASIS Show in Phoenix. My name is Denise Montgomery, by the way." "No, Darla helped me at my booth on a Saturday because we live in the Phoenix area. Darla's in school, and I don't take her or my son out of school to help me with my business." "Oh." She smiled again. "Darla helped us take down our booth in Phoenix, and Mr. Welch ask me to check if she wanted to earn some extra money again." "Yes, I remember know. Do you work for Jason Welch?" Welch was a manufacturer who worked his own booth at trade shows. He owned Southwest Pottery, an account Carol had tried to attract for years. Denise must be one of the showgirls Welch hired as eye candy for the shows. He certainly picked a winner with this one, Carol added silently, though showgirls weren't needed for gift shows because most of the buyers were woman. "Yes. Well, I should get back to the booth." Why not? "Denise, ah hell, I'll just blurt it out. Would you join me for a drink at the close of the show today? I'd like to talk with you about your boss." The young woman smiled. "I'd like to join you for a drink, Carol, as long as we do NOT talk about Mr. Welch." Carol returned Denise's smile. "Even better, I'll meet you at the bar in the Hyatt Regency about six-thirty." With a nod, Denise turned and strolled from the booth. For the first time in her life, Carol avidly watched another woman sway as she walked away from her. Was Denise the woman? ------- "Lou Hunter, huh?" David said with a grimace. "Yeah, I know Lou. Fuck, I actually like him. He's a jock, but doesn't act like one." Why couldn't Darla's first date be with an asshole? David heard the little green monster perched on his shoulder laughing his fucking head off. "I won't accept the date if you say no, David. I just thought a date to the prom might be helpful when we develop our plan on Sunday to stop Mom from separating us." "Yeah." He pursed his lips. "Unfortunately, you're correct. I should take a girl to the prom, too. If we each present Mom with dates when she gets back, she'd know we're serious about satisfying her contingencies, and we'll need something strong like dates to the prom to counter our broken promises." "David, maybe we shouldn't tell her we broke our promises." "Hah! She'll know the second she walks in the door." Darla grimaced. "Probably." "In fact, if you agree, I'd like to tell her during a trip on Sunday morning before she leaves Albuquerque. Mom never stays angry very long. By the time she gets back Sunday night, she'll be over her hissy fit." Darla nodded. "Do it." With a sigh, she added, "Do you have a girl in mind to ask to the prom?" Her big, dark eyes gazed up at him with trepidation. "Ellen is the most logical choice, but Barbara is a candidate." Darla groaned. "I don't really care," David added. "You choose." "Neither. Ask Harriet Wilson." David laughed. "Fine, if you turn down Lou and ask Todd Chambers." Unkindly, Chambers was known as Two-ton Todd, and the Wilson girl had acquired a like nickname, but at one-quarter the Chambers' boy's weight. "Okay," Darla said, "I get the point, but I refuse to choose for you. Both Ellen and Barbara will try to trip you so you fall between their legs. Ellen has had the hots for you for quite a while, and if I read Barbara's signals correctly, she's ready to give it up, and you're her choice to receive the wondrous gift. Fuck!" "Not long ago, you advised me to date a girl younger than me. Does your advice still hold?" "Not necessarily. I gave you that advice because I believed you were such an innocent when it came to girls. The advice no longer applies - if it ever did." David laughed wickedly. "What?" "I could ask them both." She hit him on the arm. "Shameless! You're completely without shame, David. Though it's not a bad idea. Maybe they could get it on with each other and leave you alone." She shook her head. "No, they'd both want you to join them." "Do you have a coin?" "Why?" "Let's flip. Heads, I ask Ellen. Tails, Barbara gets the nod." "David, would you be a dear and ask someone besides Ellen or Barbara?" "Who?" "I don't care. She can even be beautiful and smart. I'll not put any restraints on your choice except I'd prefer you exclude Ellen and Barbara." "Of course I'll honor your wish, but I'd like to know why. You know I won't fuck either one of them. They can trip me all they want. The only lovely legs I'll fall between are yours." "Because you can visit them." "Oh." "And because you can visit them, I know you feel close to them. You're already part of their lives. They just don't know it. You wouldn't start out as close with another girl, as intimate, and that levels the playing field for me." "Your wish is my command, pretty one." "God, I want to kiss you right now." ------- David's last class of the day was his favorite, a computer lab. He'd completed the assignment for the day in half the allotted time and glanced around the room. Mrs. Jones, the teacher, allowed the students to interact and help each other, and David noticed Lloyd Seabrook leaning over Cheryl Hogan's shoulder. Cheryl didn't look happy. Lloyd was a jock, like Lou, but unlike Lou, Lloyd acted like a jock; in other words, he was usually obnoxious. David stood and strolled to the pair. "Hi, Lloyd," David said and then acknowledged Cheryl. "When you have a minute, Cheryl. I have a question." "I have a minute right now," she said and jumped up from her chair. Lloyd frowned but somehow contained his normal bluster as Cheryl walked with David to his computer. "Thanks," Cheryl said with a smile. "You rescued a damsel in distress." David laughed. "Hardly. You could handle Lloyd blindfolded with your hands tied behind your back." He grabbed a vacant chair and placed it next to his in front of the computer he was working on. When she sat, David noticed her legs, shapely legs, slim but with curves in all the right places, like the rest of her body, he suddenly realized. He didn't know Cheryl well. This was the first class he'd had with her, but she'd always been pleasant with him, and she was probably the smartest person in the room. Not just smart, though, he decided. She's beautiful, too. Her breasts were larger than he preferred, but he liked her long, sensuous neck, and the smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks appealed to him. Cascading auburn hair framed her pretty face and brilliant green eyes. David guessed she'd been a tomboy when she was younger. "You had a question," Cheryl said, obviously noticing his studied glance. She didn't appear upset over his ungentlemanly stare, though. "Yes, if you don't have a date for the prom, would you be interested in going with me?" Her wide smile enhanced her healthy beauty. "I'd love to go to the prom with you, David, but..." "But?" "My parents have a no-dating rule until I'm sixteen." He'd forgotten the computer lab was made up of students from freshman to seniors. Cheryl must be Darla's age. Interesting. "If you don't mind waiting for an answer," she quickly added, "after school, I'll ask my parents if they'll let me go. I turn sixteen two weeks after the prom." "No problem. May I have your phone number? I'll call you sometime this evening." "May I call you? It's just that..." She laughed, interrupted her sentence. He liked her laugh. It wasn't giggly. She allowed her laugh happen instead of trying to contain it like many girls, and the sound was pleasing, not irritating. Ellen had an irritating laugh, he remembered. "Well, I expect a battle," she added by way of explanation. "It would be best if I called you when the skirmish is over." They traded phone numbers. ------- "Cheryl Hogan, huh?" Darla said to David. They were in the car on the way home from school. "Yeah, but the date isn't firm. She has to convince her parents to change the age-sixteen dating rule. She won't be sixteen until two weeks after the prom, so the date isn't firm, which pleased me because the delay gave me a chance to discuss my choice with you first. She's calling me later this evening with her parents' decision." Darla sighed. She didn't know Cheryl very well. They had different friends, different interests. Cheryl wasn't athletic, and she was smart, the brainy type, not street smart. What bothered Darla was the fact she knew nothing about Cheryl's sexual maturity, but she resolved to find out if the date became fixed. "Cheryl's like Lou, David. They're both sort of unknown factors. If she calls and accepts, don't back off," Darla said and immediately wanted to take back her words, but Cheryl didn't upset her as a choice, not like Ellen or Barbara. She'd told Barbara at gymnastics about her date for the prom, and the younger girl had asked her if David had a date yet. "If not," she'd said. "Put in a good word for me." Yeah, Darla thought at the time, when a cold wind gusts over Death Valley. When David picked Darla up after practice, Barbara had flirted with him shamelessly. Darla wanted to scratch her eyes out. Brazen bitch! She felt David's hand on her knee, and she glanced toward him. The sight of him still thrilled her, and she wondered if she'd feel the same twinges of pleasure when she looked at him five or ten years from now. She hoped so. Spreading her knees, she took his hand and pulled it up to her cunt under her dress. "Hurry, but don't speed," she said. ------- "Ah, come on, Mom, be reasonable. It's the prom!" If Cheryl could convince her mother, her father would be a piece of cake. "Cheryl, a rule is a rule." "I'll be sixteen two weeks after the prom. You won't be stretching the rule very much. This is very important to me, more important than anything I've ever asked of you." "That's what you said the last time a boy asked you for a date." "That was the movies, not the prom." "If I remember correctly, your excuse then was it was just the movies. No, Cheryl, a rule is a rule." "You let Jenny go to the prom when she was fifteen." Jenny was Cheryl's older sister, a freshman in college. "Which proved to be a mistake. I won't make the same mistake again, Cheryl." "Applying Jenny's screw ups to me isn't fair, Mom." "Perhaps not, but..." "If Dad says okay, will you go along with him?" Her mother smiled. "No way. You can twist your father around your little finger, and you know it. Tell me about... what was his name again?" She's relenting, Cheryl thought. "David Stanley. You'll like him, Mom. He's nice, not the typical teenaged boy, and he's smart, maybe even smarter than me. I think he's almost a straight A student, but he isn't a nerd. He's actually quite popular and has a lot of friends. He shuns the rough and weird cliques, though. His sister, Darla, is my age, and she's a star on the gymnastic team. Earlier this year, David excelled on the swim team. Neither of them runs with a wild crowd, and I've heard no rumors of either of them drinking or doing drugs. David comes from a good family, Mom. Two other boys asked me to the prom, but I said no to them. I didn't mention them to you because they weren't the type of boys you'd approve of. I knew you'd approve of David, so I said yes subject to your approval. Give me a break, Mom. This is really important to me. I don't ask you for a favor very often." She laughed. "Not more than once a day." "I mean an important favor. Think of all the fun we could have together, Mom. You can help me pick out just the right dress. I don't have a fancy gown, and I'll need your help not only selecting the dress but also with the accessories and makeup. It's only a couple of weeks before my sixteenth birthday. Whaddaya say?" She pursed her lips. "That would be fun. Okay, as long as your father approves, too." Cheryl squealed and hugged her mother. "Thank you, Mom! Thank you!" ------- When they arrived home, David suggested they take a hot bath together, which sounded fun to Darla. "We'll use Mother's big tub," he said. Darla started the water, pouring some of her mother's bath oils into the tub as it filled, and then added some bubble bath. David wanted to check on his mother, so he left Darla to tend the tub and phased out on his mother's large bed. She looked a bit harried, obviously very busy, so he didn't touch her. He transferred his viewpoint and discovered Ellen going down on Barbara. What a sexy sight! As usual, his imagination replaced Barbara with his sister. Tim was mowing his parent's lawn. He must want to use the family car for a date, David assumed. Curious, he tried to connect with Cheryl. Nothing. In the master bath, Darla settled into hot water and breathed deeply inhaling the fragrant oils in the water. Reaching for the faucet with her toe, she turned on the cold water a little. The water would be too hot for David. "Looks inviting!" David remarked as he walked into the bathroom. He had the portable phone in one hand and a condom in the other. "In case of a call," he said referring to the phone. He didn't comment on the condom. "Yeah, a call from sexy Cheryl. I've been thinking about her and suddenly remembered how busty she is. She has bountiful bosoms, David." "A defect I'll have to live with," he said honestly as he removed his clothes. "Mother was very busy, so busy I didn't touch her." He climbed into the tub, asking her to scoot forward so he could sit behind her and let his legs stretch out. He'd considered trying an underwater, incestuous psychic suck with his sister while on his trip but deferred that to another time when they were separated. Besides, Darla had shown no real interest in psychic sex. No, that wasn't true. She'd enjoyed him washing her back in the shower one morning - her front, too. "What do you mean by a defect?" Darla asked when they were settled. "I'm not a tit man, Darla. I prefer smaller breasts, like yours. Cheryl's are so large they're slightly out of proportion with the rest of her body." "Oh." She took his hands and placed them over both of her breasts and remembered a similar incident, only that time, Denise was in the tub with her. Denise had surely known her way around a female body, knew just where to touch and when and with the perfect amount of pressure. Her lips were just as sensitive, like David's lips, she added. And her tongue! Her tongue was magic! Darla remembered how she'd moved from one climax immediately into the next until she fainted from pleasure, not in the tub, but the next morning in bed in Denise's room at the Hilton. Denise had stayed over one extra night just to be with Darla, and Darla had skipped school that day. Someday, she'd tell David about Denise, but not today. Today, she just wanted to enjoy him. "I'm glad you suggested a bath. What made you think of it?" He shrugged. He didn't want another conversation about the psychic sex he had enjoyed with his mother - still enjoyed he admitted, modifying his thought. "I'm not sure, but the tub scene in the movie, 'Pretty Woman, ' popped into my head." A hand slipped down the oily slickness of her abdomen to her cunt, which felt even oilier; his little sister was aroused. She gasped when he easily moved a finger inside her. While kissing her neck, he slowly finger fucked her. "You're hot," he remarked. "Uh-huh. Very." She turned and faced him, feeling his long, hard cock against her, but she didn't want his cock, not yet, she wanted something else. She moved up his body, kissing him first, and then moved higher. "Would you please lick your little sister's cunt?" she asked. David grinned, and after his hands grasped the delightful globes of her perfect ass, he lifted her cunt to his mouth. "You mean, like this?" "Yes! Slower, though. Just eat me and eat me and eat me." Like Denise ate me. ------- Was Denise the woman? The phrase had meandered in and out of Carol's mind all afternoon, and invaded her thoughts yet again as she watched Denise twist through the table settings to a relatively private booth Carol had commandeered when she'd first entered the bar ten minutes ago. Carol raised her hand and waved, and Denise saw her and flashed her wonderful smile. God, she's a sexy piece, Carol thought. Denise Montgomery's thoughts were running along the same lines. She considered Carol gorgeous, like daughter, like mother, and she found the situation unique. She'd never made love to both a mother and daughter before, and the possibility intrigued her. Darla didn't resemble her mother, though. She was shorter, and her sexy little body was still maturing. Carol's body was lush, not quite voluptuous, but almost. Did she enjoy sex with females like her daughter? Denise had no doubt she'd soon find out as she slid into the booth and moved close enough to Carol to touch her, and touch her she would. "What would you like to drink?" Carol asked. "What are you having?" "A martini." Denise raised a perfect eyebrow. "Rough day?" "Very busy. I wrote order after order. I should have hired a temp to help me. One of my manufacturer's offered to help, but he was next to useless today." "Will you need help tomorrow?" "Yeah, the weekend, too. I'll need to call a temp agency first thing in the morning." She smiled. "I didn't mean to dump my problems on you." Denise reached and patted Carol's hand. "I have a suggestion. I just told Welch to take his job and shove it. I couldn't take his groping any longer. I'd be happy to give you a hand." "Would you? Tomorrow will be worse than today." She hesitated wondering what Welch was paying her. Carol knew he had to pay extra for his so-called showgirls. She shrugged. "I can pay you $15 an hour cash under the table." Denise laughed, a delightful sound. "Great! Considering taxes, that's almost as much as Welch was paying me." "It's a deal then. You saved my life, Denise." There went any chance to find out if Denise was the woman. As her employer, Carol couldn't approach her now. It was just as well. She felt out of her depth anyway. A waitress stopped at the booth, and Denise ordered a white wine. "Me, too," Carol said. "I'm a one martini gal," she added by way of explanation, finished the martini and handed the glass to the waitress. They chatted. Carol discovered Denise lived in Albuquerque. The beauty was twenty-two years old, single, a graduate student in college who took sporadic modeling jobs, including stints at various trade shows. She was working on her doctorate in psychology. Carol told her about the accidental death of her husband, some of the joy and pain her two children gave her, and a brief overview of her business. "I lead a relatively boring life, Denise, mostly being a mother and trying to keep bread on the table," Carol said. If you'll let me, Carol, I can certainly liven up your life a little, Denise thought. But should she approach this beautiful woman? She'd just become her boss for a couple of days. Shrugging inwardly, she decided the money for two days of grueling work wasn't as important as finding out if Carol was interested in her. She remembered the tub scene with Darla. Carol was tired, and no doubt her feet were throbbing. What the hell? "Carol, you have to be wiped out, and it's my guess your feet are killing you." "Ah, a psychic, too!" Not like David, though. Good lord, what if David watched her with Denise. Would he touch her, become involved? Suddenly Carol felt Denise's hand on her knee, which made her jump. The hand caressed her knee, and Carol felt her blood heat as it rushed through her veins. She discovered she thoroughly enjoyed the feel of this woman's sensuous touch. It was similar to David's touch when he visited her and felt tender toward her. "Let's go to your room. I'll massage your feet and legs. My mother was a schoolteacher, lecturing on her feet all day, and it was my job to sooth her pain. I can do the same for you if you'll let me." Their eyes locked. Both women knew the offer included more than soothing the pain in Carol's feet. Carol nodded, motioned for the waitress and signed the bill. ------- Should he tell Darla? David had just watched his mother and a woman she called Denise have a drink together in a bar, and they were headed to his mother's room. Was this Denise the same woman Darla knew, the woman she'd almost fallen in love with? Should he tell his sister her mother might be about to have sex with the same woman? He was saved from an immediate decision when the telephone rang. "Hello," he said. "David, it's Cheryl." "Oh, hi. Do we have a date?" "Yes! I'm very excited. Thank you for asking me." "Me, too, excited that is. We'll work out the details later, but I'm happy your parents relaxed their dating rule. Tell them thank you for me. My sister just had to go through the same thing. She has a date with Lou Hunter for the prom." They chatted for another minute, and David hung up. "You heard," he said to Darla. She didn't look happy, but she certainly looked sexy. She was lying, propped up on pillows on their mother's king-sized bed, and she was still gloriously naked. "Darla, describe Denise for me," David said, trying to sound only slightly interested with his request. "Why?" "Curiosity. When I think about you with her, I'd like to see more accurate images." Darla shrugged. If he wanted to picture her with Denise, why should she complain? If the fantasies aroused him, she'd be the recipient of his excitement, not Denise. Besides the idea that he fantasized about her with Denise excited her, too. "She's a beautiful blonde, tall, about two inches taller than Mother, thin with a model's body. In fact she does modeling work from time to time. Gray eyes. Girlish hips, if you know what I mean." "Like yours?" "Yeah, only more feminine, not as muscular. There's a small gap between her two front teeth, which sounds awful but gives her lovely face character." Fuck! Mother is about to fuck Darla's ex-lover. Should he warn his mother? Should he tell Darla? No to both questions, he decided. It was a privacy issue. Or was it? Mother needed to know. If she proceeded after he warned her, so be it. He reclined on the bed with Darla, and she rolled against him and cuddled. "I feel so relaxed," she said. She kissed his neck. "What made you think of Denise?" She felt his body tense. He was hiding something. "I don't know," he replied. But his body language says otherwise, Darla thought. Why? He checked on Mother, returned to his body, talked with sexy Cheryl on the telephone, and then immediately asked me to describe Denise. Hmm. Suddenly an unlikely notion struck her. Denise lived in Albuquerque. Was she working the trade show for the pottery company? Was she... oh, no! Was it possible? No, Mom isn't interested in sex with another woman. She was probably with Denise and called her by name when David visited her. Interesting. "David, was Mother with a woman named Denise? Is that why you asked me to describe her?" He sighed. His mother and sister were more psychic than he was. "Yes, and it's the same Denise, and I need to phase out and tell Mother." "No!" "Darla, she needs to know you and Denise were once lovers." "Why?" "Because I think Mother and Denise are about to become lovers." Darla's eyes widened. "Don't you dare tell Mom about Denise and me." "Why not?" "Denise is only a memory for me. I'll never be with her again. She was my fling with an older woman, David." She smiled wickedly. Besides, if Mother truly enjoys sex with a female, then... "Don't tell her, David. Mom deserves some fun, and Denise can be a lot of fun, I assure you. Besides, it's none of our business." With a shrug, he said, "Okay, but I don't want you throwing this in Mother's face when I had an opportunity to warn her." Darla reached and fondled his flaccid cock. "Denise will be our secret, David. Let's go eat something. You need nourishment. So do I, and I guarantee we'll burn off every calorie we ingest." She laughed. "And after we eat, you can check on Mother again." She grinned mischievously. "And, I'll want details." ------- Chapter 16 "Eating while naked is decadent," Darla said. "I love it." She gulped from a glass of red wine, and some of it dribbled from her mouth onto her chin. "Let me get that," David said and, using his tongue as a napkin, licked the wine from his sister's face. They were eating lasagna, a meal their mother had made ahead of time and frozen for them. Darla had warmed the lasagna and prepared a salad. David made the garlic bread and opened a bottle of burgundy. She took his face in her hands, ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him passionately. When she released him, she grinned and took her wine glass and dribbled a few drops of the wine onto a nipple. It puckered and lengthened as David moved his mouth to it, licking and sucking while Darla moaned softly. When he leaned back, she poured wine on his half-erect cock and licked it clean, which produced a full erection. He pushed his plate away. "I'm full." And I want to fuck, he added in his mind. "Me, too. I'll clear the table while you check on Mother. Remember I'll want details." She screwed her face into a grimace. "Damn, I wish I could see them." "What about this?" David asked pointing at his hard cock. "Later." "Mother might be alone, Darla." With a shake of her head, Darla said, "No way. Denise will seduce her." Her eyes looked lustful. "Check on them. I want to know what's happening." David shrugged, leaned his head on his arms on the table and phased out. He arrived hovering in his Mother's room at the Hyatt. Still fully clothed, Denise sat on her heels on the carpeted floor in front of his mother, and the pretty blonde had one of his mother's feet in her hands. She kneaded it and separated each of the toes with her fingers, carefully pulling on each toe, but the touch appeared more a caress than a deep massage. David had never considered feet sexual objects before, but he soon added them to the list when Denise bent and rolled her tongue around his mother's big toe. "You have beautiful feet," Denise said. Cunt, too, she thought as she gazed under the robe Carol had put on after they'd arrived in the room. Denise smiled when she realized the older woman had removed all her clothes before donning the robe. She wanted to push Carol's smooth, tanned legs apart, lean forward and cover the luscious cunt in front of her with her mouth. Later, she thought. There's no rush. Carol looked down at the sexy woman kneeling before her. At first the massage had been just that - a massage. And it had felt wonderful! But as the tension of the day started to melt away, and the pain in her feet and legs eased, the massage had turned into a caress. When Denise licked her toe, Carol gasped and held the air in. Staring at the beautiful woman administering to her pain and edging her arousal higher and higher, Carol noticed Denise's eyes were fixed between her legs. She's looking at my cunt, Carol thought and opened her legs a little. Look at my cunt. Go ahead and look! That's when she felt David's imaginary hand on her shoulder. Should she tell him to leave? No, she wanted him to watch. Did she want him to become involved? No, not now. Maybe later. Earlier, Carol had had a thought. Denise had remarked that she'd massaged her mother's feet, and Carol wondered if she'd expanded the massage, caressed her mother, licked and sucked on her toes, gazed longingly at her mother's cunt, and then... "Did your mother enjoy your hands on her... feet as much as I do." Denise raised her perfect eyebrow. Clever, she thought. She's not only beautiful, but smart, too. How much should I tell her? "Oh, yes. Like you, she moaned with pleasure and begged me to never stop." Once again she kneaded the soles of Carol's foot, and then using both hands, sensuously moved them up either side of Carol's leg until they reached her knee. "She was especially sensitive right here at the back of her knee." Fuck! Her fingers are magic, Carol thought. What could they do to a cunt? She felt Denise's fingers flutter over the soft skin behind her knee, and her legs separated a little more. "Yeah, me, too," Carol whispered. Denise took the other foot and placed it in her lap and repeated the process, but this time stopped only briefly at the back of the knee before moving her hands higher, caressing Carol's thigh. She retreated, though, just before her hands reached Carol's cunt. "How far did you go with her?" Carol asked and immediately wished she could retract her question. "Never mind. That's none of my business." Denise smiled and leaned back on her heels. "I don't mind telling you. I fucked her, Carol." Carol's gasp filled the room. "Jesus, that's hot!" She didn't envision Denise with her mother, though. In Carol's fantasy, Darla caressed her legs. Darla's fingers found the soft spots behind her knees, not Denise. "Just like I'm going to fuck you," Denise added. David wanted to stay with his mother the sexy blonde, but he knew Darla was waiting impatiently for details. His eyes opened, and he raised his head. Darla sat next to him, holding his hand. He felt his cock spring erect, which his sister noticed immediately. "That hot, huh?" she said and fisted his hard-on. "Did you know Denise fucked her own mother?" Darla's mouth fell open in shock. "No! Jesus! That is so hot!" She removed her hand from his erection and wrapped it around a condom on the table. She'd grabbed one from David's drawer while he was visiting their mother. Quickly rolling it down around him, she moved onto his lap, and a few seconds later her extremely wet cunt surrounded his erection. "I'll fuck you while you tell all," she said. "You don't have to move. You don't have to do anything but talk." Darla's mind was moving a mile a minute. Would knowing Denise fucked her own mother give my mother ideas? Darla began moving on and off her brother's cock. Would Mom even consider fucking me? She let David finger fuck her. Of course, he was a ghost at the time, but still... "When I arrived in Mom's hotel room..." David told her what he'd seen and what he'd heard. When he repeated the fact that Denise stated she'd fucked her own mother, Darla climaxed. When she collapsed on his chest, she said, "Go back. Take another trip I want to hear more." She stood and sat on the chair next to him. "What about... ?" David pointed at his erection. "Later. I need to know what they're doing now." Darla looked toward a far away place with unfocused eyes, seeing nothing but imagined scenes in her mind's eye. She doesn't want to know; she NEEDS to know, David thought. The situation brought out a part of Darla he didn't fully understand, and he realized if Darla could take the trip with him, she'd not only observe the scene but also become very involved. She wanted to be with her mother and ex-lover, but couldn't. She could only experience the event vicariously through him. Should he pander to her need? Enhance the experience for her? Why not? "Darla, if you were me, would you touch them?" She gasped. "Yes!" she exclaimed and still refused to look at him. "Do you want me to touch them for you?" "Yes! No! I don't know. You decide. Just go!" She had not turned to him during their exchange; she still stared unseeing into space, enmeshed in the scene hundreds of miles away in another city. Once again, he laid his head on his arms and seconds later hovered in his mother's hotel room. His gasp wasn't silent, and his mother's eyes snapped open, momentarily startled by the sound, and then she smiled, a soft sexy smile that complemented the lust in her eyes. The seduction had progressed during his absence. His mother lay naked on the bed, her knees up and splayed. Denise was naked now, and David took in the beauty of her long, slim body as he watched the sexy woman lap at his mother's cunt. Did Denise hear his gasp, too? If she did, he saw no indication from her that she was aware of his ghostly presence. "I'm so happy you're here," Carol said toward the ceiling where she assumed her son hovered. "Yes," Denise muttered, her voice muffled by the pussy in front of her lips. David swooped down and covered his mother's mouth with his, kissing her deeply. When his mother moaned into his imaginary mouth, he moved away, content for the moment to observe the sexy tableau on the bed. Denise was stretched out on her belly, her gorgeous long legs dangling from the end of the bed. From David's viewpoint, it appeared that Denise adored his mother's cunt. She kissed and licked and sucked, varying the location of her attention. She'd also speared his mother's cunt with two fingers, and the rhythmic flexing of Denise's forearm indicated she was moving the fingers. David's here, Carol thought. He's here in the room with me, watching me, watching Denise fuck me! Suddenly her already high state of arousal soared, not only because her son's eyes were on her but also because Denise's come-hither fingers had located what Carol assumed was her elusive G-spot. George had never found it, and Carol didn't believe she had one, at least one that functioned. Denise tapped the spot rhythmically, creating sensations Carol had never felt before. The beautiful woman's tongue licked around and around her clitoris, and her fingers tapped the sensitive spot Carol didn't even know she had. It was more enough to take her to an orgasm, but she held back, wishing her son would touch her, too. When Denise's closed her eyes, David hovered over his mother's heaving breasts and took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked it gently while he lashed it with his tongue. He could taste the thin sheen of sweat that covered his mother's body, a salty, delicious flavor, and felt the large nipple grow even larger in his imaginary mouth. He gave up one nipple and paid homage to the other one, and while he sucked he felt one of Denise's hands move up under his sucking mouth to squeeze the same nipple between her thumb and forefinger. He boldly licked the finger. Yes! It had been in his mother's cunt. He could smell the distinctive fragrance of his mother's aroused cunt on the fingers, and his constructed taste buds savored the oily flavor of his mother's natural lubricants. Denise must have sensed his tongue on her fingers, because she jerked them away. Immediately rising toward the ceiling, David watched Denise return her hand and pull the nipple away from his mother's chest so far he thought his mother might feel pain, but the moan she emitted expressed only pleasure. He grasped the other breast and pulled, turning his mother's moan into a passionate groan. He watched as his mother raised her hips off the bed and her body stiffened announcing her orgasm. She sucked in air and held it, finally letting it whoosh out, and then wailed with pleasure as her hips rotated down and quickly back up when her second contraction gripped her. Denise removed her mouth from his mother's cunt, and straightening her back, she pulled her legs up and kneeled between his mother's legs. The fingers inside his mother's cunt remained busy, though, and David wondered what she was doing. She wasn't thrusting the fingers in and out of the cunt, but her fingers were doing something because he could see her forearm flexing. His mother collapsed, and her knees fell wide, almost touching the bed, and still Denise continued to do whatever she was doing inside his mother's cunt. Denise wasn't touching her otherwise. Suddenly, his mother's eyes snapped open, and her eyes stared, seeing nothing, until they suddenly appeared surprised. Her hands clenched at the sheet, and her knees moved back up. She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked first at the fingers in her cunt and then at the woman connected to the fingers. "Come for me again, Carol," Denise said. "What are you doing to me?" Carol asked. "Tapping your happy spot, your G-spot. It's small but I found it. Do you like what I'm doing?" "God, yes! Don't stop!" She let herself back down to the bed and relaxed her torso. Her hips weren't relaxed, though. They moved slightly and rhythmically to the tap of the fingers inside her. "Put your mouth on my clit again," Carol said, and then added as an afterthought, "please." Denise scooted back a little on her knees and bent forward as she placed her tongue on his mother's gaping cunt. "Jesus! I'm going to come again!" Déjà vu, David thought and returned to his body. "Tell me!" Darla demanded as soon as his eyes snapped open. The condom they'd used for their previous session still covered his cock, and Darla mounted him. This time while he gave her the details, he climaxed at the same time Darla's body stiffened in orgasm while she fucked him. When they recovered, David asked, "Do you have a G-spot?" "Yeah." "Did Denise find yours?" "Uh-huh. She made me come so many times I lost count, David." Suddenly, the green monster of jealously viciously slapped his face. With an evil laugh, the jealousy monster teased him, telling him he'd never given his sister so many orgasms she'd lost count. Denise is a better lover than you, big shot! Hah! You're a rank beginner compared to her! The positions of the Kama Sutra aside, Denise knows more about pleasing a woman, pleasing Darla, than you'll ever know. Darla felt him mentally withdraw from her. Me and my big mouth, she thought. She kissed him tenderly. "David, I love you. I don't love Denise. Denise understands a cunt. She should; she has one, but she doesn't have a marvelous cock. You can learn all about my cunt until you know more about it than she does. And remember, she'll never have a cock." "I want to find your G-spot. I want to give you so many climaxes you'll lose count!" David said forcefully. "Okay." She hopped up on the table and spread her legs as she pulled her feet up to the edge of the table. "Put two fingers inside me with your palm up. Yeah, like that. Now move your fingers in a come-hither motion. Yeah! Do you feel a little rough spot about the size of a nickel?" "No." "I think you're too deep. Pull your fingers back a little and try again. Yes! That's it! Can you feel it?" "I think so." "Well, I sure can. Now tap it. No, not spasmodically. Tap it with a rhythm. Yes! Oh, fuck! I know damned well you've found it. Lick my clit at the same time. Oh, perfect! Just perfect." She sighed and felt an urge to urinate, but she understood what was happening. Denise had given her an explanation for the sensation, an explanation she didn't need to bother David with, but he did need a little more information. "My G-spot orgasm is different than my clitoral climax, David. When I start to climax, it will feel like my cunt is trying to expel your fingers. It will push out on you, and I'll release a lot of fluid." She giggled. "I almost ejaculate like you. I understand it tastes better than the fluid my pussy oozes during normal sex." "Denise liked the taste, huh?" Damn, he's still jealous, but lying will only exacerbate the problem. "Yeah, and so will you. Anyway when you feel me contract and try to push you out, push back, but then slacken off and let it push you out, then push your fingers back in and tap again. If you do this just right, you'll extend the duration of my orgasm, and I'll reach a plateau where I'll feel like I'm almost having one long, continuous orgasm, but it will build and build until I suddenly explode in a terrifyingly intense climax." He raised his mouth from her cunt. "Will you be able to tell me what to do as needed?" "No, I'll go nuts. I'll be screaming and thrashing about. Sorry. David, if it doesn't work this time, we'll try again. Don't worry about it. We have the rest of our lives to perfect this and many, many other things we can do for each other. Damn, that feels good. No doubt about it, you've found the spot." She shuddered with pleasure, and settled her shoulders onto the table. "Just keep doing what you're doing." Everything happened just the way she described it. He kept her on a plateau for almost an hour, and her scream of pleasure when the big one hit echoed off the kitchen walls. She collapsed, completely spent. Wanting to fuck her in the worst way, he quelled his own desires, picked her up and carried her to her bed. Lying beside her, he said, "I'm going to check on Mother." "'kay." Expecting to find his mother asleep like Darla, David was surprised to see her enthusiastically enjoying Denise's cunt. She has better staying power than Darla, he decided. Either that, or Denise had not taken her to the plateau David had helped his sister achieve. He swooped down and caressed his mother's backside. She pushed back against his ghostly hand so she was aware his consciousness occupied the room. Darla had left it up to him whether to touch or not, and she was well aware he wasn't asking about an innocent touch to let his mother know he was present. Moving his mouth to his mother's ear, he whispered, "Would you like an incestuous, psychic fuck while you eat Denise?" She groaned and lifted her mouth from Denise's pretty pussy. "Yes," she whispered. "God, yes!" From the first moment his mother mentioned a psychic fuck, he'd been intrigued with the concept and started exploring the possibility during his normal sleeping hours. The first experiment involved the creation of a hard imaginary cock the size and shape of his flesh and blood hard-on, a simple exercise. But he wanted more, and Darla's question about his ability to experience the physical sensations of sex had triggered the need. The constructed hard-on he'd created actually retarded the development of his psychic sexual response for a while. Finally, he started fresh, much like he'd approached the problem when he created the organs he'd need for speech. Once he'd constructed the various elements of his anatomy involved in the male sexual response, including a penis and testes and a host of other anatomical necessities, he created an imaginary blood supply for the penis along with a source of imaginary nitric oxide, the chemical that dilated the vessels that supplied the imaginary blood to the penis. When he could fill the spongy tissue known as the corpora cavernosae in his penis with imaginary blood, he achieved a breakthrough and a hard-on, which thrilled him, but only mentally. He still didn't FEEL anything - a deep source of frustration. Because the involuntary process of muscular contraction and release of tension, known as an orgasm, could be hurried along by massaging the prostrate, he create a prostrate and the internal muscles running from his pelvic bone to his penis. When these muscles were contracted, they speeded up the onset of orgasm. Still, he couldn't FEEL. He could produce an imaginary erection, could even jerk off using his imaginary hand, but he couldn't experience the pleasurable sensations of arousal, and of course, he couldn't ejaculate. Perhaps he needed to create more organs or elements involved in his sexual response, he'd reasoned. He read where the buildup of seminal fluids in the bulb of the prostrate gland signaled an impending ejaculation, so he created all the pieces of the puzzle needed for a physical orgasm. When he finished, his imaginary seminal fluids would build up, the testicles would draw up close to his imaginary body, and the urinary tract to the bladder would close so the semen had an open path into the urethra. He could also produce the series of muscular contractions constituting an orgasm. Nothing! FEELING remained beyond his constructs. At first, his study of the human brain led him astray. He'd read that the limbic lobe of the brain affected the emotional and sexual aspects of behavior. Then he remembered behavior wasn't his problem, and he explored the parietal lobe, which was responsible for most of the sensations his body experienced. Still, the sensations he wished to duplicate remained elusive. He didn't carry with him the neural connections needed to make the constructed brain work. Then he stumbled on the chakras, or energy vortexes in the human body that functioned as pathways for energy, which David considered the looping of psychic energy rather than the stimulation of nerve pathways through sensitive points on the body. As such, he carried his chakras when his consciousness took flight, and they could be used to produce sensations only mentally considered before. He engaged his chakras, and lo and behold, he could FEEL! Though certainly nowhere near perfected, David could achieve a hard-on with an imaginary penis the approximate size and shape of his flesh and blood penis, and he could FEEL some sexual sensations. He could also achieve a physical orgasm and ejaculation (without semen, of course), but he had yet to experience the intense sensations usually accompanying a climax. Maybe tonight, he thought as he arranged himself on his knees between his mother's legs and laid his imaginary hands on the delightful globes of her ass. Then he thought about Darla. He had no doubt she'd consider psychic sex a violation of their vow of monogamy, but he also knew from the way she was reacting that, if she could join them, she would have sex with both of them. You're rationalizing, David thought as he waved his imaginary cock through the crease of his mother's cunt. He heard her gasp into Denise's pussy as he pushed forward and the bulbous head of his cock popped inside her vagina. The active membranes inside grasped him and pulled his ghostly shaft a little deeper. He thrust, and her lively cunt surrounded most of his length. One more thrust, and he was fully embedded. Flexing the muscles running from his imaginary pelvic bone to his penis, he felt his cock throb and bounce inside his mother's cunt. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" his mother gasped as she cupped her cunt with her free hand. "What?" Denise asked. "Sorry," Carol apologized. "I just imagined a ghost fucking me while I ate you. Sorry." Denise smiled wickedly. "You enjoy cocks, huh?" "Yeah. No reflection on you, but I just adore cocks." With a chuckle, Denise said, "Go ahead then. Let the ghost with a cock fuck you. Just don't stop what you were doing. I'm very close." David thrust just as his mother latched her mouth back on Denise's cunt. "Yeah, like that, Carol. I like it a little rough sometimes. Does the ghost have a big cock? Don't talk, just nod a yes, or shake your head for a no." Carol nodded. "Cocks don't do anything for me," Denise whispered. "But a ghost with a cock might be interesting." Carol lifted her head and said, "When the ghost finishes fucking me, maybe he'll fuck you." "Don't talk," Denise said and fondled her nipples. A fantasy started, and a ghostly being from her past kissed her. She rolled her tongue around her lips, tasting him, experiencing the flavors and odors in and around his mouth and the ever-present residue of pipe tobacco, and her arousal soared. Yes, Daddy, she said silently. Kiss me. Kiss my mouth. Plunge your tongue into my mouth. Kiss my cunt! "Plunge your tongue into my cunt!" she shouted not realizing she'd expressed her desire aloud. As Denise demanded, Carol jammed her tongue as deeply into Denise's cunt as she could. Then she felt David plant his cock as deeply into her cunt as he could. So good! So fucking good! George, our son is fucking me! Can you see him? Can ghosts see other ghosts? What do you think of your wife, George? I'm sucking and licking on the cunt of a beautiful woman. For the first time in my life, I'm fucking another female. I bet you'd have loved to see me fuck a woman while you were still alive. Who? I know! Kate! You'd have loved to watch me fuck your sister. Right, George? And another first! David is fucking me with his big cock! Oh, God, is he ever fucking me! She could feel his imaginary balls swing and slap her clitoris when he thrust into her. She could feel his hands grip her ass and pull her back toward him when he thrust forward. She could feel him push her away slightly when he retracted his cock until it was almost completely out of her cunt before he threw his cock back into her. Fuck! So fucking good, George! His cock feels like a real cock, too. It feels like it's filled with real blood! When David reached with his ghost-like fingers and rubbed them over her clit, her climax started. But she didn't want to leave Denise hanging. She sucked her first female's lover's clit into her mouth and lashed it vigorously with her tongue, and at the same time shoved two fingers into her cunt. Denise squealed, and her hips rose from the bed. Her hands grasped the back of Carol's head and jerked her mouth tightly to her cunt. Carol did what her husband used to do in the same situation. She flattened her tongue and let Denise ratchet her cunt and clit up and down on it. She let her first-ever female lover fuck her face! At the same time, Carol moved into her orgasm, and wonder of wonders, she felt her son's cock expand as if it were climaxing. Would imaginary semen jet into her cunt? David let his consciousness take over. He'd felt more sensations while fucking his mother than he'd ever felt on a trip. Could he actually FEEL a climax while out of his body? The sensations increased in intensity, building one on the other until they felt like an orgasm, but they didn't peak. The physical aspects of an orgasm took place. His imaginary cock expanded and pulsed as if he were ejaculating, but the peak, the overwhelming high point followed by a release didn't happen. He remained on a plateau, much like Darla earlier, but in the end he couldn't take the sensations any higher. His frustration was immense. His consciousness demanded release, or in the absence of release a reduction in the intense sensations rolling through the constructs making up the elements of his sexual response. With a mighty groan, he willed his consciousness to return to his body. When his eyes snapped open, he glanced over at Darla. She was sound asleep. He shook her shoulder. He had to have release. His cock throbbed as he stroked it, but the sensations felt more like pain than pleasure. "What?" she muttered. "God, help me, Darla. I need to come." "'kay," she said and stretched. "Hurry! I'm in pain!" A look of alarm entered her sleepy eyes. "Pain! Why?" "Not now! Help me! I'll explain later." She pulled on him and spread her legs. "No, I'm not wearing a condom!" "Oh." "Use your mouth, your hand, anything!" She wrapped her dainty hand around his throbbing erection. It felt harder than it had ever felt before. Sitting up, she stroked it and then took it into her mouth. He groaned. "Yes!" Still, he didn't come. He was so hard! So excited! But he couldn't come. Had he destroyed his orgasmic response even while his consciousness occupied his body? The concept terrified him! Unaccountably, her mouth wasn't doing the job, either, and his fear increased. "Wait! Get a condom! Hurry!" When she didn't act quickly enough, he grumbled, "Never mind, I'll do it!" He pushed her away, jumped up and ran to his room. By the time he returned, he'd rolled the condom down over his throbbing, painful erection. God, he needed to come! He climbed onto the bed and hurriedly swiped his cock through Darla's cunt. "David, I'm not wet. I'm not excited! Here, let me wet it with my mouth!" What the hell was happening? What did David get himself into on his last trip? Manufacturing as much saliva as she could, she covered the end of his condom-sheathed cock with her spittle. He lowered his hips, and she helped him find the entrance to her cunt. "I'm going to fuck you fast and hard, Darla," he said as he thrust his cock almost violently into her. "Harder and faster than I've ever fucked you." "Okay," she said and started to get excited. She liked hard and fast. At first, she kept up with him, meeting his thrusts with an upward movement of her hips. Her cunt quickly manufactured all the natural lubricants she needed, and soon his forceful fucking brought her to a climax. He didn't come, though, and he continued to pound her cunt with forceful thrusts, and his pace increased to the point she couldn't keep up with him. Finally, she gave up and just let him fuck her. Sweat poured from his body. He fucked her. He just continued to fuck her. Why couldn't he come? He usually had to wait for her, not the other way around. She heard him groan, but it wasn't a groan of pleasure. He was in pain! Why? "Come for me, David!" she exclaimed, and grabbed his thighs as she started to move against him again. "Come for me, lover!" His pace actually increased, a feat she didn't think possible, and somehow with her athletic body, she stayed with him. She could feel another orgasm overtaking her. "Oh, David! I'm going to come again! I love you, David! Come for me! Come with me!" Her loving words registered in his mind, and he let her love wash over him, let himself feel all the love he had for her. With the emotion of love, his consciousness suddenly realized it had a body, could use a flesh and blood body instead of the constructs David had fashioned, and his consciousness let his body take over his sexual response. "Yes!" David shouted and pulled his sister tightly to him as he threw back his head and clenched his teeth as the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced gripped him. "Yes!" he screamed when the first contraction ended and he felt the first blessed relief he'd felt in an hour. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" "Me, too," Darla shouted. "I'm coming, too." When he collapsed, his mind had stopped functioning, and he didn't realize he was crushing her. "David! Get off me!" But he didn't hear her, didn't move. With a massive effort, she finally managed to push him off of her a little, and she squirmed from under him. Ah, blessed relief! David lay panting and gasping for breath. His heart was beating like he'd run a marathon. No more psychic fucks, he vowed. Darla tried to talk to him, but he couldn't respond. He couldn't gather enough air to talk, to answer her questions. She wanted to know what had happened. Could he tell her? He had to tell her! No! If he told her, she'd never forgive him. "Oh, God, David. Oh, no!" Darla screamed. "What?" he managed to gasp. "The condom! It came off! Fuck! You came inside me!" She reached with her fingers and felt his come all over her cunt. It was oozing out of her. Reaching inside, she felt a portion of the condom. Probing deeper, she managed to grasp it between her index and middle finger, and haltingly extracted it from her vagina. She threw the vile thing to the floor and leapt from the bed. Running to her mother's bathroom, she rummaged in her linen closet and located a box containing disposable douche applicators. "David!" she screamed. "David!" She quickly removed one of the applicators and shoved it into her cunt while she read the directions. What will kill sperm? Spermicide. She needed a spermicide. "David!" "What?" he said, standing naked in the doorway, his eyes filled with dread. "Get dressed. Go to the drugstore and buy some spermicide. Hurry!" "What kind?" "I don't give a fuck. Buy two kinds. I know. Get some contraceptive foam with an applicator. Go!" He spun on his heels and disappeared. What had he done? Fuck! When she completed the douche, she did it again. Then she remembered the morning after pill, which really wasn't a morning after pill. Ellen had told her about it. Fuck! She rushed to David's computer, and using Google, she searched the Internet for the morning after pill. She quickly discovered the so-called morning after pill was an increased dosage of normal birth control pills, pills she had in her medicine cabinet. The web site she reviewed indicated the recommended dosage depending on the pill prescribed. Running to her bathroom, she noted the brand name on her pills and carried it back to the computer. She'd need to take four of the pills now, and four twelve hours later. She ran water in a cup and swallowed the pills, knowing nausea and vomiting might take place later. Better than morning sickness every morning for a while, she thought. David's running feet followed the sound of the garage door opening and closing. "Darla! Where are you?" "My bedroom!" she shouted. He handed her a bag. "Two different contraceptive foams," he said. Darla read and followed the directions on both of them until foam dripped from her cunt. "Fuck!" she exclaimed. "What a mess!" David looked devastated, so she took him into her arms and held him. "I think we'll be all right," she said. "But we need to talk. What the hell was that all about? What happened on your last trip to cause you to be the way you were?" Questions he dreaded. If he told her the truth, the whole truth, he would lose her. So he told her only part of the truth, omitting the incestuous, psychic fuck, an event he'd vowed never to repeat. "Anyway, as I watched Mom with Denise, I became more and more aroused. On previous trips, I became aroused, but the arousal was only in my mind. I didn't FEEL aroused. That's why, when I return to my body, I become immediately erect. But this time, I could actually FEEL the sensations of arousal. I kept thinking I'd come, but I didn't, and when I returned to my body, I don't think the connection was complete. My consciousness wouldn't allow my body to climax as it normally would. As hard as I tried, I couldn't stop the sensations, Darla, and they were intense. Finally you said you loved me, and your loved washed over me, and my love for you let my consciousness connect with my body completely, and I climaxed." "Damn, these trips can be dangerous, David. Maybe you should stop taking them." "Maybe." At least those involved with sex, he thought. Perhaps it was time to straighten up his act. ------- Chapter 17 David's consciousness left his body and found his mother alone, which pleased him. She was asleep, though. He touched her shoulder, and her eyes fluttered open. "Good morning, Mother," he said. She stretched and smiled. "Good morning. What time is it?" "In Phoenix, it's five o'clock. It's six here, I guess. Did I wake you too early?" "No." "We need to talk, Mom." Oh, oh. Now I know how he feels when I say those words, Carol thought. "Okay, but we'll need to talk while I get ready to work, and I'll need breakfast. If the show is as busy as it was yesterday, I might not get any lunch." She pushed the covers off and rose to her feet. She was naked, and David noted some love bites on her breasts. Were they his or Denise's? He felt his constructed penis start to lengthen. Fuck! She strolled to the bathroom. "Give me a minute, David. I don't appreciate your presence while I pee." David chuckled nervously. "Okay. Mom, wear a robe when you return." She raised an eyebrow, a silent question. "I'll explain." When she rejoined him, she was wearing a robe. She picked up the telephone and ordered coffee. "Order breakfast, too, Mom. This will take a while," he said before she hung up the phone. She sat at a small table, and David took the other chair, sort of. David had never really figured out how to sit when not in his body. "I need to straighten out my act, Mom. Things have gotten out of hand." Oh, he's feeling guilty about our psychic fuck, Carol thought. "I'm sorry I tempted you last night, David." "Don't be. I'm not feeling guilty about what we did last night. Perhaps I should, but I don't. That's part of my problem." I do feel guilty about what happened later, he thought, but he didn't want to get into that with his mother, not yet. "When you mentioned an incestuous, psychic fuck, I became intrigued with the idea and promptly created an erect cock the size and shape of my real one, like you asked, but I wanted more." David gave his mother a detailed account of how he'd created a ghostly penis that closely resembled a real cock in the way it functioned. "And it functioned perfectly, Mom. When I became mentally aroused while on a trip, imaginary blood would rush to my imaginary cock, and it would lengthen just like a real one. But as I said, I wanted more. I wanted to actually feel the sensations of arousal while I was a ghost. I wanted to come! Creating the sensations proved to be quite difficult." He detailed his attempts, and his mother listened avidly, asking a pointed question from time to time, which he answered as best as he could. "Utilizing my chakras, I could FEEL, Mom. I couldn't have an orgasm; or rather, I couldn't duplicate precisely the sensations of an orgasm. I could ape the physical process, but I couldn't achieve a peak followed by a release. Last night, did you feel me have an orgasm?" "Yes, and I was amazed. I could have sworn you actually climaxed inside me, except you didn't ejaculate, of course." "Physically, I had an orgasm, but it didn't feel like an orgasm. Oh, the sensations were intense, very intense. They continued to build until I felt like I was climaxing, but the release never came. It was terrifying, Mom. My constructs were obviously flawed, so I returned to my body, expecting my normal sexual responses to take over and give me release. But for some reason, my consciousness didn't connect with my body completely. Release didn't come! I couldn't come! And the intense sensations neither diminished nor went away!" "Jesus! I'm sorry, David. It's all my fault." "Let's not get into the blame game, Mom. To finish the story, I need to move back in time a few days. After I dropped you off at the airport on Wednesday morning, I returned home, and Darla was in the shower, so I..." He detailed how he'd broken his promise, and why. "Fuck! I knew your promises were worthless!" Carol exclaimed. Don't be too rough with him, she berated herself. You leave two teenagers alone with each other for five days, two teenagers in love with each other, and what the hell did you expect? Did you really believe they could keep their promises? This is as much your fault as it is theirs. David expected to see anger, and his mother didn't disappoint him. "Have your bags packed Sunday night when I return, David. I made a promise, too. I promised if the two of you fucked while I was gone, one of you would be graduating at a different high school. You broke the promise, so you pack your bags. I'll speak with Kate later today." I might call Kate, but I won't send David away, not yet, not until I sit down with the two of them and talk this out. Damn it. Their promises didn't last an hour. David's reasoning was accurate though. Darla would have seduced him sometime during my trip. No, David thought. I won't pack my bags, and I won't allow you to separate me from my sister. But he kept his resolve to himself. Now wasn't the time to get into that debate. He had to finish his story first. David needed his mother's help and guidance to protect his sister - the reason for his confession. "It gets worse, Mom." He hurried along, described what happened when he returned to his body after psychically fucking her. When he finally admitted the condom had come off inside Darla's while he fucked her, fear replaced anger in his mother's eyes. "What did you do?" "Darla ran to your bathroom and used a couple of your disposable douches while I hurried to the drugstore and purchased two different brands of contraceptive foam. While I was gone, Darla surfed the Internet for information about morning after pills and discovered they were merely increased dosages of standard birth control pills. The Web site listed the dosage required for various brand names, and she took four of the pills her doctor prescribed. In a few hours she's supposed to take four more. In addition, she filled herself with both contraceptive foams." Carol rose and located her address book. "I hope Darla hasn't harmed herself," she said. "The Web site indicated she could become nauseous and possibly vomit," David added. "Would you please call her doctor and find out if what she did was okay. I'm worried about her, Mom." "That's exactly what I planned to do." She found the number for her doctor and dialed, connecting with the doctor's answering service. The service promised the doctor would return her call. "Thank you. It's an emergency." Carol hung up. She'd done what she could, and her anger returned as quickly as fear over her daughter's welfare arrived a few minutes before. "You couldn't wait, could you? Two lousy weeks! That's all! Two fucking weeks! Fuck!" A knock sounded at the door, and Carol let the waiter push a cart into the room with her breakfast. She tipped him and let him out the door. As she finished pouring herself a cup of coffee, the phone rang. "Hello," Carol said, anticipating a return call from the doctor. "Mom, is David there with you?" Darla asked. "Yes." "Has he told you what happened?" "Yes." "Don't blame David for everything. I'm just as much at fault as he is." "Yes you are, and we'll talk about it later. Right now I need the phone line open. I'm expecting a call from your doctor. I want to make sure you haven't harmed yourself with the increased dosage of birth control pills you took." "I'm fine, Mom." "Goodbye, Darla. I'll speak with you as soon as I know anything." She hung up the phone and sipped coffee. "Eat your breakfast, Mom, before it gets cold." "I'm not hungry." The phone rang again. It was the doctor, and Carol outlined what happened. "The douche was useless, maybe even enhanced the possibility of pregnancy. Contraceptive foam is spermicidal, but it's designed to block the opening in the cervix and would probably have little affect on the sperm already in her uterus of fallopian tubes. Amazingly, she did exactly the right thing with the increased dosage of birth control pills." "What about nausea?" Carol asked. "I'll prescribe some medication for nausea she can pick up at the pharmacist this morning. What pharmacy do you use?" Carol told him. "I'll also prescribe another batch of birth control pills to replace the eight she'll use." "Okay. What's the prognosis, doctor? Will she get pregnant?" "It's possible, but if she does, the so-called morning after pill will most likely cause her body to abort the fertilized egg." Carol thanked him for calling and placed the phone on the receiver. "You heard?" she asked. "Yes. Mom, I explained to Darla what happened to me because of my flawed psychic arousal, but I didn't tell her what you and I did." "I should hope not!" "I'll leave you now and inform Darla about your conversation with the doctor." "David, you..." She stopped talking. Her son was no longer with her. Why or how she knew, baffled her, but during his last few visits, she sometimes sensed his presence before he touched her, and she always knew when he left her. ------- When David opened his eyes, Darla was holding him. She felt him stir and looked up at him. "Was she pissed?" "Big time, but concerned about you, too." "What did she say?" "To have my bags packed Sunday night, but I have no intention of allowing her to separate us." With wide eyes, Darla said, "If she gets determined, David, she's unstoppable." "She can't become anymore determined than I am." Darla asked, "Why didn't you discuss the trip with me first?" "Because you might have tried to stop me." "I'd planned to call the doctor myself, David." "Yeah, well I didn't know. Besides, we planned to tell Mom we'd broken our promises Sunday morning anyway." "Well, what did the doctor say?" David gave her the details. "So you have a go ahead to take the other four pills. I'll run over to the drugstore and pick up the prescriptions. How do you feel? Are you nauseas?" She swallowed and chuckled. "Not until you asked the question." "I'll get dressed and go now." "The birth control pills aren't cheap, David. Do you have enough money?" He smiled. "Probably not, but I have the emergency credit card Mother put in my name. I'll use it if I have to." "Buy another dozen condoms, David. We're running low." He raised an eyebrow. "Maybe we should revert to oral sex until the pills kick in, Darla." "Phooey! From what the doctor said and the information on the Web site, I'm protected for at least seventy-two hours because of the morning after pill. Still, it would be wise to use condoms. Besides, today we planned to explore the various positions described in the Kama Sutra." After David left, Darla squeezed some oranges and started to prepare breakfast. In the cold light of day, she was feeling a lot of guilt. The scenes involving her mother and ex-lover that David shared with her last night still invaded her mind, keeping her in a constant state of arousal. She loved her brother deeply. Nevertheless, if she'd been with her mother and Denise last night, she'd have fucked them both without a thought for any subsequent consequences to her relationship with David. Fortunately, the scene took place hundreds of miles away, but that didn't preclude a future opportunity for Darla to fuck her mother. She remembered last night how she'd hoped desperately that her mother would generate some sexy ideas about her when she learned that Denise had fucked her own mother. Did Darla feel the same way today? If she were honest with herself, the answer would be yes. If she had an opportunity to have sex with her mother, she'd take it. In a heartbeat, she added silently. If she had an opportunity to have sex with Denise again, would she take it? Probably not, but leaving the option open bothered her. Was she really that fickle? Would she avail herself of a future opportunity to be with her mother and Denise at the same time? You bet she would. And David would rightly consider any of the scenarios a violation of their vow of monogamy. She was certain about one thing. She wouldn't fuck her mother or anyone else without a discussion ahead of time with David. "We need to talk, David," she said when he entered the kitchen fifteen minutes later with a bag from Walgreen's in his hand. "Okay, but take the nausea medicine and let's eat first." ------- Carol's heart rate quickened as she watched Denise walk toward her booth. When Denise noticed her, she smiled, which heated Carol's blood a little. Good Lord, Carol thought. Am I falling for her? They greeted each other with a friendly hug, and Carol decided to be businesslike until after the workday ended. She reviewed her products with Denise, showed her how to write up orders, and answered the many questions Denise asked. They were good questions, too. The show opened to the public, and an hour later Kyle Trent straggled in. With Denise helping, Carol didn't need Kyle, especially when she noticed how his eyes popped out when Carol introduced the beautiful woman. Carol started to tell him she didn't need him at all that day when an idea struck her. "Kyle, Denise and I can handle the show, but I need to meet with her to discuss future shows and her involvement with my business. We can handle the meeting and have lunch at the same time. Would you relieve us at noon for an hour?" "Sure." "Thanks." While she'd been talking with Kyle, a customer had entered the booth, a man, and Carol watched Denise wrap him around her little finger and write up an order. When the customer left, Carol said, "Good job, Denise." She told Denise about the hour for lunch she'd arranged. "How about I call the hotel and we have lunch in my room?" Denise smiled wickedly. "What a marvelous idea?" She leaned to Carol's ear. "I'll gobble down the food and eat you slowly." Unaccountably, Carol blushed. She didn't know why. After all, she'd had the same luncheon concept in mind. After Carol watched Denise expertly handle a female customer, she stopped worrying. Hiring Denise was the best thing she'd done this trip. No, the second best. Asking Denise to her room last night was the best by far. She smiled brazenly and greeted another customer. When she had brief moments without customers pressing her, Carol's thoughts returned to her children. The more she thought about them, the more convinced she was that they couldn't remain in an exclusive relationship. They needed to explore their sexuality with others, not just with each other. If she could convince them to have an open relationship, one of them would soon find love with someone else, or if not love, then one of them would have sex outside their relationship, which would make them question how much they really loved each other. With an audible sigh, she decided she could handle them fucking each other for a while if they opened their relationship to others. When she discussed the situation with them Sunday night, she'd emphasize the scare they experienced last night to bring home to them the impossibility of a lifetime, monogamous relationship. She believed she could convince David. He already had a roving eye or he would not have given her a psychic fuck last night. Of course, Darla was bisexual. A man or a woman could turn her head. With a chuckle, she considered introducing her daughter to Denise. Darla wouldn't have a chance. Unaccountably, the idea made her feel a little jealous, which surprised her. She'd never considered Darla as a sexual partner before last night, but when she'd discovered Denise had fucked her mother, Carol's imagination had shifted into overdrive. Damn it, George. See where your liberal attitude regarding incest has taken me? I not only want to fuck our son but also our daughter. ------- "A very good breakfast," David said and pushed his plate away. "You cooked, I'll clean up the mess." "Okay," Darla said as she rose and grabbed the coffee pot. "But have another cup of coffee first, and we can have our talk." He nodded, so she filled his cup. He added cream and sugar, and Darla sat at the table next to him. She took one of his hands in hers. "David, I love you dearly, but I want to have sex with someone besides you." His eyes widened, and he asked, "Who?" "Mother." He didn't look at her, stared off into the distance. Darla couldn't decide if he were upset or merely thinking. Finally he said, "I suspected as much from the way you were acting last night, but I attributed most of your arousal to Denise, not Mother. Do you want to have sex with Denise, too?" Darla grimaced. Now wasn't the time to waffle. "I can't give you a definite yes or no. I know if an opportunity to have sex with both Mom and Denise came up, I'd take advantage of the opportunity, so I guess the correct answer is yes. If the opportunity to have sex with only Denise came up, I'm not at all certain I would take it, but the possibility exists." David had still not looked at her, so Darla continued, "I know we vowed we'd be monogamous, but after last night, I knew I'd break that vow if Mother ever gave me an indication she was interested in me sexually. Tell me what you're thinking, David. How would you feel if I fucked Mom?" "Let's talk about Denise first. You knew Denise's sexual expertise made me jealous last night, Darla. You said some words to make me feel better, but I knew if you had taken the trip instead of me that you would have fucked Denise, or was I wrong?" "No, I'd have fucked her. Mom, too, especially Mom. Last night, I would have fucked them in a heartbeat, and to be perfectly honest, I would have fucked them regardless of any consequences to our relationship. Discovering this about myself frightened and confused me, David. I love you with all my heart, but last night I would have ignored my heart and listened to my cunt." "What if you had an opportunity with Denise and another woman besides Mom? How do you think you'd react?" Because she had not considered David's scenario, she took the time to mull it over in her mind. "I'd pass," she stated honestly. "Then it's the combination of Denise and Mom that turned you on?" "Yes and no. The fact that Mom was sexually interested in another woman is what really turned me on. That Denise was the woman was icing on the cake." He grimaced. "I think I understand, but I, too, am confused. If you had sex with Mom or anyone else, would you still claim to be in love with me?" "I'm not talking about anyone except Mom and Denise, but to answer your question, yes, I'd still be in love with you." "I see. You want to open our relationship to include Mother, and possibly Denise. Correct?" With the statement and question, he finally looked at her directly. She couldn't bear his intense gaze, so she bowed her head, but still she gave him a nod. "Yes," she said quietly. "If you fuck Mother, Darla, what about me? Am I still bound by our vow of monogamy?" Again, she nodded. "Yes." She raised her eyes. "I couldn't share you with the likes of Ellen and Barbara, David. I'm sorry. I know I'm not being fair, but I made a personal vow to be as honest as I could before I opened this discussion." David moved his gaze to a distant scene again. "No, Darla, your proposal won't work. Last night was a wakeup call for me. If you'd presented your open relationship to me yesterday, I'd have embraced it because your proposal would have given me a green light to fuck Mom, too. Yesterday, I felt exactly like you feel today. I wanted you, and I wanted Mom, and I was convinced I could still be in love with you and, at the same time, have sex with Mom." He turned his eyes to his sister again. "What a bunch of hogwash! We're not in love with each other, Darla." His statement stunned her, he could see, so he continued, "We're in love with the idea of love. We're a couple of romantics who need to be in love to justify our behavior, but when it comes right down to it, neither of us wants to make the commitment true love requires." "You're wrong, David. I love you." "And I love you, but we're not head over heels in love. We're not so much in love we want to forsake all others. I also think we're in love with the concept of incest. It's forbidden, which makes it that much more exciting, and who do we want to break our vow of monogamy with? Our mother. Sex with Mom is nothing but an expansion of our incestuous relationship." "You don't love me?" Darla asked. Tears brimmed in her eyes. "I love you more than I love anyone else in the world, Darla, and I think you love me the same way, but we aren't in love with each other enough to forsake all others, not if we're honest, and we've just been honest with each other." "I won't have sex with Mom, David. I won't have sex with anyone but you. I love you. I promise..." "Darla, love isn't a function of promises. It's a function of how you feel. I kept saying to myself, 'You're in love with Darla. Why are you playing psychic sex games with your mother? You're in love with Darla. Why do you get excited watching Ellen and Barbara get it on? You're in love with Darla. Why do you get excited watching your mother have sex with a man one night and a woman the next?' And last night I noticed the same inconsistencies in you, Darla. Last night, lust took over your mind and body, and your lust was created not only by fantasy but also very real needs. You mentally placed yourself in Mom's hotel room with her and her female lover, and you used me to slake your lust, which was all right, because I did the same with you. When you fucked me last night, you weren't thinking about me, were you?" A sob shook her shoulders. "Some of the time, but not all the time." "Come here, Darla," David said and held his arms out. She rushed to him and settled on his lap, and he wrapped his arms around her. "You shouldn't be sad." "Why?" "Because nothing I just said changes anything." "Yes it does. You don't love me as much as I love you." "Of course I do, maybe more." "But you just said..." "That we weren't in love enough to make the commitment true love requires." He chuckled. "With that said, I'd be willing to bet the love we feel for each other is a greater love than most married couples enjoy. I just don't think we should try to fool each other and ourselves by pretending a greater love than we actually feel. That's all. Do I want to stop making love with you? No. Do I want to make love with Mother? Yes. Do I want to have sex with another girl? No. Will I ever want to have sex with another girl? Probably. How about you? Do you want to stop making love with me?" "No!" "Do you want to make love with Mother?" She hesitated, but finally said, "Yes." "Do you want to have sex with another man or woman?" "No!" "What about Denise?" "Maybe." "Will you ever want to have sex with another man or woman?" She didn't say anything, so David added, "Darla, you're a romantic. You believe in true love. You believe in marriage and children. Sometime in the future, you will fall deeply in love with a man, and you will marry him and have his children, and you will forsake all others. Am I right or wrong?" She sniffled and haltingly stated, "You're almost right. Sometime in the future I will fall deeply in love with a man, and I will marry him and bear his children, and I will forsake all others, save one. You David. For the rest of my life, if you ever want me, I am yours. Now take me to your bed, and make love with me." David lifted his sister's chin with his fingers and kissed her. He tasted the salty tears on her lips. He tasted her lipstick, one of his favorite flavors. In his bedroom, he tasted the curve of her neck, her lively nipples and the adorable indentation of her bellybutton. His lips and tongue traveled up one smooth leg and down the other. He paid special attention to the soft spot behind each knee, and her feet and toes weren't ignored. And most of all, he tasted her delicious cunt. He reveled in her flavors! They didn't talk. They made love. Each took pleasure and gave freely without thought. They made love. They didn't hurry, and they didn't try any unusual sexual positions. They made love. Everything they did was natural and without undue effort. They made love. They rolled around on his bed joined by his cock in her cunt, and their touches and kisses were constant and full of love. They made love. No fantasies entered their minds to intrude ghost-like on how they felt about each other, and what they were doing with each other. They made love. Plain and simple, they made love with each other. They made love with more heartfelt emotion than ever before. And when they were finished, they both knew that someday they would find a mate they would love as much as they loved each other. "We'll date others, Darla," he said while he held her in the afterglow of their climaxes. "Yes." "We'll go out with others like our love for each other didn't exist. We'll even do some necking and petting, and if it's appropriate, we'll do more." "Yes," she whispered and kissed his neck, and then brushed her lips to his. "But most nights I'll move through the bathroom to your bed, or you'll join me in mine, and we'll make love with each other." "Yes," he said. With a tiny chuckle, he added, "Or we'll fuck." "Oh, yes! Sometimes a good hard, dirty fuck is the perfect thing to do. Yes, we'll fuck, too." "I think we should seduce Mother together," David said. Darla's body stiffened briefly as if a bolt of lightning had struck her, and then she relaxed. "Fuck! That's hot, David!" She squirmed over him and mashed her lips to his. "Do you think we can?" "Yes. She wants to fuck me, but she doesn't want to hurt you, so she's resisted the urge. Now she's enjoyed the Sapphic embrace, she'll see how desirable you are, but you won't have any more success than I because she doesn't want to hurt me. If we want her, and it appears we do, we'll need to seduce her together." "Hand me another condom, David," Darla said as she fisted her brother's half-hard cock. David chuckled as he opened his nightstand drawer. "You like the idea, huh?" "God, yes. It's strange. I think I want to watch you fuck her as much as I want to put my face between her pretty legs." She tore the package and rolled the condom down over his now fully erect cock. "I want her kneeling and lapping at your pussy, while I push my cock into her from behind," David said as she stroked his cock. Like I did last night while she licked Denise's cunt, he added silently. "Yes!" Darla rolled onto her knees and pushed her magnificent ass into the air. "Do me like you'd do her, lover." David knelt behind her and wriggled his cock around her pussy to lubricate the end of the condom. "You have the greatest ass in this hemisphere, sis." "Would you like to fuck it?" It was like his heart stopped. Did he hear her correctly? "Oh, yeah. I've dreamed of fucking your gorgeous ass many times." Should he? No, not now. Now was time to share their thoughts about their mother. "I think Mom would like to have her ass fucked, too. While she was riding Hank, I rolled an imaginary finger over her pucker like this, and she pushed back against my finger and pulled it inside her." He thrust forward and buried his cock in his sister's cunt while he continued to fondle her little asshole. His finger was dry, though, so he reached down and wet it liberally with her juices. When his finger returned to her asshole, she moaned and pushed against it. The tip of his finger slipped inside, and her moan turned into a gasp. "Fuck, David! I didn't know I was so sensitive there. Push it in farther. Yeah. Now finger fuck my ass like you finger fucked Mom's." She reached back with her fingers and felt David's cock move in and out of her cunt, and then her fingers drifted to her clit, which was being ignored in this position. Her experienced fingers alleviated the problem. David admitted finger fucking Mom's cunt, Darla thought. Her ass, too. What else has he done with her? "You licked her cunt, too, didn't you, David?" "Yes. She called it an incestuous, psychic suck. She's into incest as deeply as we are." Fuck, that's hot! "What does she taste like, David?" "You'll find out Sunday night." Psychic suck. The phrase rolled around her mind and excited her. If he's performed a psychic suck, he's... Darla moaned. The mere thought of a psychic fuck nearly took her to a climax. "You created an imaginary cock so you could fuck her, didn't you?" "Uh-huh." He threw his cock into her cunt and added another finger inside her ass. "She mentioned an incestuous, psychic fuck, and I couldn't get it out of my mind." "And you fucked her with it. Last night you gave her what she wanted, didn't you?" Darla said. Her fingers were flying back and forth and around her clitoris. When he said yes, Darla climaxed. As his sister's cunt fluttered and contracted in orgasm, David joined her with his own orgasm. No more secrets, he thought as he rolled to the bed and gathered his lover into his arms. ------- Chapter 18 Arriving from the east, the plane landed facing a beautiful sunset that spread across the western horizon. Carol stood and gathered her things. Besides her purse, she carried a briefcase full of orders. The show in Albuquerque had been an astonishing success, due in no small part to Denise. The young woman's talent for sales had amazed Carol. Saturday evening after the show, Carol and Denise had met in the hotel bar for a drink, and Carol had asked her if she'd work all of Carol's trade shows, and Denise had surprised her yet again. "Not under the current arrangement, Carol," Denise said. "Welch never gave me a chance to prove myself, like you. I occupied his booth to look good, not sell anything. Today, I discovered something about myself. I'm pretty damned good at selling. I'll work for you, but I'd prefer to be paid a commission rather than an hourly wage. Also, I'd like to follow up with your customers in New Mexico and handle their reorders and any of their problems." Carol appreciated her attitude, and the two of them had struck a deal that worked for both of them. Denise couldn't work full time. Her doctorate was important to her, and after receiving her PhD in psychology, she planned to work full time in her field and would most likely leave Carol's employ, but that was at least a year away. When Carol woke up Sunday morning, it wasn't to the raucous noise of snores, but to the gentle lapping of Denise's magic tongue. She'd sensed David's presence while she and Denise were making love, but he didn't' touch her and didn't stay long, probably because he feared a repeat of the pain caused by the flawed arousal mechanism he'd created, Carol reasoned. He'd visited her the previous day at noon, and last evening, too. But like this morning, she and Denise had been involved sexually those times, too. As she walked up the ramp, Carol wondered if her son might think she'd become sex crazed, or something. With a chuckle, she wondered the same thing herself. She knew she wasn't a full-fledged lesbian, like Denise, but she did enjoy sex with another female, and Denise's expertise in the Sapphic embrace was as amazing as her sales ability. Well, you've had your sexual flings for a while, Carol told herself as she strolled down the concourse. You fucked Hank's brains out, and Denise turned yours into mush. It's time to put on your mother hat and handle your incestuous children. Because Denise had been sexually involved with her mother, Carol had been tempted to discuss her children's problem with her, but she couldn't bring herself to open up to Denise that much. She smiled. I opened up everything else to her, though. Especially my legs. With the thought, she felt a tightening in the area around her pussy. She saw her son standing tall and looking handsome as ever, waiting for her just beyond the secured area of the concourse. He smiled and waved when he saw her, and her heart melted. Did he have his bags packed? Not likely. Her thoughts went back to their psychic fuck, and her arousal increased yet again. Get a grip, she demanded. You need to be strong for the upcoming battle, not hot and bothered. Somehow, you must convince your children to open up their relationship. If they don't, they'll go up in flames like the mythical Phoenix bird when their incestuous relationship is exposed. She shuddered and worried. They were so bright! Darla was beautiful, and David was handsome, and each had so very much to look forward to. She couldn't allow their self-destructive behavior to continue. David wrapped her in his real arms, and then kissed her, a kiss that was more than a son should give a mother, but she didn't mind. He took her heavy briefcase, and they moved toward baggage claim while she answered questions about the show and her well-being. "Darla wanted to meet you, too, but she's prepared a special meal for your homecoming and couldn't leave it," David said. While they waited at the carousel for her luggage to arrive, he took her hand and gazed into her eyes. "You look... contented, I guess is the word. You should have sex more often. It's apparently good for you." Unaccountably, she blushed. "You look contented, too, Son, too contented. You shouldn't have sex so often." He didn't blush, but his smile warmed her heart. "I just realized you're the cause of a lot of the pain and frustration I experienced for years. Darla learned to make cutting remarks from the master - you. Regarding your comment, I don't think it's possible for a male to have sex too often, Mom. After a point, our equipment just doesn't work anymore. The male of our species has been short-changed in the sexual apparatus department, especially when compared to the insatiable human female." She laughed and felt his hand roam across her back before he gave her a one-armed hug. "Did you pack your bags?" she asked after he kissed her cheek affectionately. "Of course not. You're not sending me away." His boyish grin twisted her into a knot. "You'd miss me too much." "Yeah. Well, I will if you and Darla don't have a reasonable plan to open up your relationship." His boyish grin turned wicked. "I think you'll like our plan. By the way, I didn't get a chance to tell you, but Darla and I both have dates for the prom, and not with each other." He went on to tell her about Lou Hunter and Cheryl Hogan. The luggage arrived, and she was still asking questions about Lou and Cheryl when he put the luggage in the trunk of the car. He opened the passenger door for her, and she slid inside, showing a good amount of her shapely legs in the process. "Nice legs, Mom," he remarked. Once in the driver's seat, he turned to her. She had not pulled her skirt down, he noticed. Such a tease. Well, he, too, could tease. "I was wrong. Your legs aren't nice, Mom. They're magnificent! Come here and give me a proper homecoming kiss." He gathered her in his arms and kissed her, an embrace that started sweet and slow and steadily increased in passion, and David attacked more than her mouth. His hands roamed her body as his tongue plunged into her mouth. When he swallowed her moan of pleasure, he jerked his head back. "Is that how you want me to kiss Cheryl on my date to the prom with her?" he asked. She sucked in oxygen and shook her head to clear her mind. "Yes!" His mouth went back to hers, and this time, his hand found her legs. His fingers danced up her inner thigh, and he was surprised when her legs parted slightly giving him access, access he took advantage of, because his fingers continued their dance, but over her panty-covered pussy, moist panties, he discovered. "Is that how you want me to do some necking and petting with Cheryl?" "Uh-huh." He released her and started the car, but before he backed from the parking space, he turned to her again. "I'd like nothing more than to show you how I intend to make Cheryl come, but Darla is waiting for us. She worked hard preparing the dinner. We shouldn't be late." Her head spun, and she closed her thighs, pulling her dress down to be more ladylike. "No, we shouldn't be late." Was this a campaign to deceive her? Had her children put their heads together to present a façade that would convince her not to separate them? If so, it was working. With a shake of her head and a chuckle, she decided Cheryl didn't have a chance. George, she announced to her long-dead husband, you never kissed me like that. Were you holding back, or what? Or maybe David is just a better kisser than you. Never mind. Don't give me an answer. You never do. I don't know why I keep talking to you. You know what, George? If we'd had the time, I'd have encouraged him to show me how he planned to make his date come. Yessiree! They drove in silence until David entered the freeway, then he said, "I take it you're bisexual, like Darla." She laughed heartily. "If I'm not, I'm missing a hell of an opportunity. Yes, I'm definitely bisexual." "Did you fall in love with her?" "No, I lusted, David. I did a lot of lusting." He chuckled. "I noticed. By the way, I visited you a few times and didn't touch you. You were too occupied with Denise, and I couldn't risk joining you." I know, she said silently. She wasn't ready to tell him she sensed his presence when his consciousness visited her. It gave her an edge, and intuitively she felt the circumstances dictated a need for an edge. He shook his head. Such a waste, he thought when an image of a naked Denise flickered through his mind. He understood bisexuality, at least in women, but homosexuality baffled him. He'd discussed the issue with Darla on Saturday while they explored the various positions suggested by the Kama Sutra, but his sister hadn't shed any light on his confusion. He pulled into their garage, and before he could move around to the door, his mother let herself out of the car. "Go on inside, Mom. I'll bring in your luggage." She nodded. The last time she'd left them alone, she'd returned to a messy house. Would tonight be the same? I guess not, she thought when she stepped into the entrance hall from the utility room. The foyer overlooked the formal dining room and living room. A banner reading "Welcome Home" was stretched between two columns, and the dining room table was set with her finest china. Candles lit the room. "My goodness!" she exclaimed. "Welcome home, Mom," Darla said and moved against her, giving her a hug, and a kiss. Like David's kiss when he first greeted her at the airport, the kiss was more than a daughter should give a mother. Once again, Carol didn't mind. "Are you worn out from the show and the trip? Well, prepare to be pampered. Come with me." Taking her mother's hand she led her toward the master bedroom. "Dinner will be ready when you are, so there's no rush. I've drawn a bath for you." Inside the master bath, like the dining room, only candles illuminated the room. "Here, let me help you out of those clothes," Darla said. "David will be here soon with a martini." With a chuckle she added, "You can only have one, though. I don't want you tipsy for the dinner I've prepared." "My goodness!" My speech process is in a rut, Carol thought. When Darla removed her bra, she rubbed the lines the garment had created on Carol's back. What's going on here? Carol asked herself. Why all this special treatment? She felt her daughter's lips on her shoulder. "You have nice shoulders, Mom." Darla's lips dancing across her shoulders made her shiver, and Carol felt her daughter's hands wander down her back until they arrived at her waist, where her fingers went under the waistband of her panties and pushed them down. "There, all naked. Step into the water, Mom. It's nice and hot like you like it. I added your favorite bath oils. David and I took a bath in here while you were gone and enjoyed it so much we thought you'd consider it a treat to be pampered with a hot bath when you arrived. Here, let me do your back." Taking a soft sponge filled with body wash, Darla rubbed it sensuously over her mother's shoulders and down her back. "There lean back and enjoy. David is here with your martini. I'll go check on dinner." Darla stood and left as David leaned and handed her the drink. "Sexy," he said. "If it wouldn't be too painful for me, I'd phase out and give you an underwater, psychic incestuous suck. You have an inventive mind, Mom." She sipped the martini. Perfect. "Sit up. Darla did your back. I'll do your front." Setting the martini to the side, she scooted back exposing her breasts to her son. "Nice tits, too, Mom," David remarked as the soft sponge in his hand washed her chest and breasts. Her nipples lengthened not only from the sponge running over them but also because her son's eyes ravished them. "I don't think it's proper for you to bathe me, David," Carol stated, but not with any real conviction. "Why not? You've bathed me many times over the years; it's about time I returned the favor. Besides, I've seen you naked more often than I can count." After rinsing off the soap, he leaned forward licked her nipples. Carol couldn't stop the groan of pleasure that exited her mouth as blood rushed, engorging and lengthening her nipples. "Darla and I tossed for the next chore," David said. "She lost. Stand up, and I'll wash the rest of you." I'm being seduced, Carol finally deduced. Somehow, David has obtained his sister's permission to seduce me. How far will he go? How far shall I let him go? Curious, she stood, and David soaped the rest of her body, and then rinsed off the soap. Indeed, she felt pampered. Hot, too! "There. Now you'll be sweet smelling for dinner," he said leaning forward until his nose brushed her wet pubic patch. He inhaled. "Nice, but I prefer the perfume of your arousal. Sit down. Stretch out and relax. Finish your martini. Darla will return in a minute with a surprise." He leaned forward and placed his mouth on hers. The kiss was soft and sweet, very romantic, and he wouldn't allow her to make it passionate. "Later," he said. "Welcome home, Mom." He stood and walked from the room. Carol luxuriated in the hot, scented water. Maybe he doesn't have permission to seduce me, she thought, altering her previous assumption. She sipped the martini, and it warmed her blood, blood already warm from her son's sweet kiss. Darla entered wearing a beautiful nightgown. "It's lingerie night tonight. David and I went shopping this afternoon." She performed a graceful pirouette. "Do you like it?" "Uh-huh." "Is it sexy?" "Very." Carol felt her arousal soar. She'd never seen her daughter look so alluring before. The short one-piece gown appeared to be silk, an ivory color, and it moved sensuously against her daughter's body, giving hints of the delights underneath. The bodice plunged both front and back, and spaghetti straps held the gown aloft. Her daughter's hard, pointy nipples created tiny tents at the front of the gown, and when she twirled, the gown rose, and Carol could see her the bottom curves of her daughter's magnificent bum. The cut of the gown allowed a side view of her breasts. She obviously wore nothing under the gown. "We purchased a gown for you, too. I hope you like it," Darla said. "David is opening the red wine to let it breathe. If you're finished with your bath, hop out and I'll dry you off." "My goodness," Carol said, repeating herself yet again. She rose and stepped from the tub into a fluffy blue towel her daughter held for her. True to her word, Darla dried her off, including an aggressive swipe of the towel through the crack of her ass. "Sit," Darla said. "I'll let your hair down and brush it out." While taking out the pins, Darla bent and softly kissed the side of her neck. "You're very beautiful, Mom," she said and started to brush her hair. Twenty strokes later, Darla left the room and returned immediately with a gown draped over her arm. "This is yours. Let's try it on." "My goodness." It fit perfectly. Made from the same material as her daughter's gown, it was also the same color, but it was full length and made Carol feel sexier than she'd ever felt before. "Gorgeous," David said from the door to the bathroom. Carol turned to him and grinned. He wore pajamas, ivory colored, and silk. "So are you," Carol said. "I've been dying to hold you in my arms while you were wearing that gown." He stepped to her and pulled her close to him. The sensual material of her gown enhanced the embrace. He kissed her full on the lips, and this time he allowed the kiss to become passionate. The kiss made her so dizzy she nearly stumbled when he released her, but Darla helped her gain her footing, that is, until her daughter kissed her just as passionately. Her head was whirling, when the kiss ended. "Let's go to dinner," Darla said. David took her arm and helped her from the room, finally holding out a chair for her at the dining room table. After she took the seat, he leaned and brushed his lips on her neck at the same place Darla had kissed her earlier. They're both trying to seduce me, she thought, and the thought heated her blood and quickened her heart rate. Surely, they both don't... not at the same time. Surely... "A toast," David said holding his wine glass aloft. "To Darla. Mom, she's a marvel in the kitchen. I think you'll be delightfully surprised." Darla blushed as her brother and mother sipped the white wine to toast her. "Thank you, David. Mom, we're starting with an asparagus salad, which will be followed by sautéed sea scallops in a caper and raison sauce as an appetizer. David is helping with the main course. The filet mignon is on the grill right now. I prepared garlic whipped potatoes with a peppercorn sauce and baby carrots. The dessert is decadent, a Creole cream cheese cake with butterscotch sauce." "My goodness!" "Mom, I think your needle is stuck," David said. Carol laughed. "You're correct. Darla, the dinner sounds magnificent. The gown is magnificent. The hot bath was just what I needed. I might go away more often if I can return to such magnificence every time." "Another toast," David said. "To you, Mother. I love you. You are exceedingly beautiful. You are gracious and generous and nurturing, and I love you to pieces." "Here, here," Darla said. Carol took her turn and blushed. "I'll get the salad," Darla said. "May I help?" Carol asked. The glare her daughter gave her made her feel at home. "And I'll turn the steaks," David said. "Something's missing. Ah, music." He stopped at the stereo in the family room en route to the outside grill, and soft musical sounds filled the house. "Your salad, Mother," Darla said as she placed an asparagus salad on the plate in front of her, kissing her neck again. David returned, and the three of them enjoyed the salad and talked. David kept the wine glasses full. "We've decided to open our relationship, Mom," David announced. "We are in love with each other, but not in love enough to forsake all others. Besides, unless we open the relationship to others our incestuous activities will be exposed." "I applaud your decision, David, but I'm curious about what happened to bring it about." "You, Mom. You made us realize we weren't enough in love with each other to live the rest of our lives in monogamy." "Me?" "Yes." David took her hand in his, turned it and kissed her palm and then her wrist. "We want you, Mother." She gasped, but didn't pull her hand back. David continued, "Because we both wanted you enough to jeopardize our monogamous relationship, we realized we weren't meant to spend the rest of our lives loving only each other. Oh, we're still in love, and lust still dominates our relationship, but if you'll say yes, we want to make love with you tonight." He turned to his sister. "Bring in the appetizers, Darla, and I'll take the steaks off the grill to rest." They both rose and left the room, leaving her alone with David's astounding proposal. Her first inclination was to jump up and run. She couldn't even consider what he proposed, could she? Her eyes rose to the ceiling. George, you son of a bitch! Now look at what you've done. What should I do, George? David just offered to make my most exciting fantasy a reality. I can't say yes, can I? Answer me, damn it! I need your help here. Darla returned and placed the appetizer plate in front of her. She leaned and softly kissed her mother's lips. "Enjoy," she said. "Was this your idea or David's?" Carol asked after Darla had taken her seat. So far David had done all the talking. Was Darla merely going along? "It's mutual, Mom. I was the first to admit I wanted you, but David felt the same way. I've wanted you for a long time, and when David told me about you and Denise, the possibility became real for me. I knew if I ever had the opportunity to make love with you, I'd take advantage of it in a heartbeat, so I told David how I felt. Then he told me what the two of you have been doing, and amazingly, I wasn't jealous. Instead, your activities turned me on, big time." With a grin, she added, "Shame on you, Mom. Incestuous, psychic sucks and fucks!" She laughed and waved her hand in front of her face. "My goodness, just the thought of what the two of you did with each other heats me up." Relieved the secrets of her and her son's sexual shenanigans were in the open and accepted, Carol laughed heartily and suddenly felt her daughter's sexy, squirmy body curled up on her lap. Darla kissed her, kissed her as well as Denise, maybe better, and her hands became busy, too, tweaking nipples, caressing a shoulder, sensuously stroking the side of her neck. "I want to fuck you, Mom," Darla whispered in her ear. "Uh-uh, you two. Wait until we finish dinner," David said carrying the steaks in on a platter. Darla giggled and hopped off her mother's lap. Carol noticed her hands were shaking when she picked up the fork to taste the appetizer. "Darla, these scallops literally melt in my mouth." "Delicious, sis, like you," David said and smacked his lips as he filled the wine glasses. "You're going to make some lucky guy a marvelous wife." "Thanks, David." They mean it! Carol felt overjoyed. Their open relationship wasn't an act! She sipped her wine and held her glass on high. "Another toast," she said and watched as her son and daughter raised their glasses. "To my future grandchildren!" "Here, here," they both said simultaneously. "Denise was a hotty, Mom," David said while they attacked the appetizer. Carol glanced at her daughter, and said, "Yeah, she was. She's also talented in sales. I hired her to help me with the business." Darla grimaced and glanced at her brother. What's going on? Carol asked herself. "You should tell her," David said to his sister. She nodded. "I know Denise, Mom. I spent some time with her in March during and right after the OASIS Show." Carol's eyes widened. "Spent some time with her?" "Yes. We were lovers for a couple of days." "That bitch!" Carol huffed, not realizing she'd expressed her feelings aloud. David laughed. "She's gone into her mother-hen mode," he said to his sister. "Calm down, Mom," Darla said with a grin. "The seduction was mutual. Denise was my excursion into sex with a woman instead of another girl. I wanted her, and she wanted me. We had a lot of fun, and she taught me some delightful things about sex between us girls. From what David told me, she taught you a few things, too." "A toast," David said. "To Denise, a sexy bitch and competent teacher." He sipped. "I'm jealous you know," he muttered. Darla and Carol looked at each other and snickered. "Poor baby," Darla said and patted his hand. "Stop making fun of your brother," David said, "and bring on the main course while the evening is still young." David poured red wine into new glasses, and they ate in silence for a few minutes. Carol complimented David on the steak and Darla on the accompaniments. "Dessert can be served now or later," Darla announced. "Later. I want to dance with my gorgeous mother," David said and held out a hand. Carol took it, sliding gracefully into his arms. They swayed to the sounds of the music, and Carol reveled with the feel of her son against her silk covered nakedness. She felt him grow against her until she guessed he was fully erect. He took her hand and placed it on his erection, and her fingers danced over it to the beat of the music. "Hmm, nice. I love your touch, Mom." His hand went to her breast, and he slipped it under the gown as he kissed her. "Do you realize this is the first time I've touched you like this while in my body?" Pushing the gown to the side, he bent and sucked a baby-chewed nipple into his mouth. Carol gasped and held his head against her breast, rejoicing in the feel of the mouth that had suckled at the same breasts so many years ago. She felt a tap on her shoulder. "May I cut in?" Darla asked. Carol stepped back and watched her daughter float across the floor in the arms of her son. She watched as David fondled his sister's breasts and her daughter caressed his erection, and she felt the knot of arousal deep inside her start to unravel and spread. They danced over to her, and David took her into his arms again and kissed her passionately. He turned her to Darla, and her daughter pressed her lips to hers. David fondled a breast while Darla pressed a hand at her mound, or was it the other way around. It didn't matter who touched who where. Each touch thrilled her. The vortex they created consumed her, whirling her from one to the other, with brief respites while they danced and kissed and touched each other. Somehow, they arrived at her bedroom. David removed his sister's gown first, and then the two of them removed hers, and a constant barrage of lips and tongues and fingertips moved over her skin, finding tiny places that thrilled her, nerve-ladened places on her body she didn't know gave her so much pleasure. And every touch, no matter how small, left tingling sensations with its departure. She had moved into a zone, a zone of sensation and pleasure. She wasn't panting or gasping, and her heart wasn't racing. They were making love with her; they weren't fucking her, and she made love with them. Carol removed David's pajama top and rained kisses across his broad chest while Darla jerked the bottoms off and rained kisses along the length of his hard shaft. Carol ended up between her son and daughter on the bed, and Darla gathered her into her arms and kissed her. Behind her, David's long, hard shaft folded into the crease of her ass as he snaked his hands between the two women and parted the crease of her cunt. Her daughter laid a breast at her mouth, and Carol kissed it and teased the tiny nipple with her teeth as she felt her son's hot, real finger slide slowly into her wet heat. Her own fingers discovered her daughter's excited vulva, and she explored it until Darla's juices covered her fingers. She pulled them to her mouth and tasted. So sweet. When David pushed his cock inside her, Carol gasped. "What did he do?" Darla asked her. "He's fucking me," Carol whispered. "My handsome son is fucking me!" "Feels good, huh?" Darla commented and kissed her. "Oh, God, yes. He's so hard and long!" "Roll onto your back, David, but take Mother with you, and stay inside her," Darla ordered, and David did as she asked until Carol's back was against his strong chest. Darla rolled between her mother's legs, between David's legs, too, and gazed at her mother's cunt, gazed at her brother's cock embedded within. "Damn, that's sexy. Mother have you ever been fucked and eaten at the same time?" "Uh-uh. Do it! Eat me, sweetheart. Eat your mother while your brother fucks me." Darla lowered her mouth and covered her mother's entire vulva. Her tongue snaked out and rolled over the large vein at the bottom of David's cock as it moved slightly in and out of his mother's her very wet pussy. Darla cuddled David's testicles in the palm of her hand while she searched with her tongue for her mother's clitoris. It wasn't difficult to find, and she kissed it before sucking it into her mouth and lashing it with her tongue. David's hands clasped his mother's breasts, and Carol covered his hands with hers and pressed them to her firmly. His mouth found her long neck, and he gave her neck and shoulders tiny little kisses and nipped with his teeth. The movement of his cock was limited, which he preferred at the moment because he was very close to a climax, but he managed to thrust and retreat an inch or so. His mother appeared to appreciate his efforts. Suddenly, he felt his sister's searching fingers dancing over the soft skin behind his testicles, and then she pressed it rhythmically, massaging his prostrate. Carol felt her orgasm start to flourish, and her hips became more active. I'm going to come, she thought. George, I'm going to come on my son's cock and my daughter's mouth. How about that, George? What do you think? Then she stopped thinking and merely felt the rush or her orgasm as it spread into every molecule of her body. She screamed and every muscle she had stiffened when the first contraction struck her. She felt her son's cock swell inside her, and his seed spurted, bathing her womb where she'd carried him so many years ago. Her orgasm ended, but her daughter's active mouth persisted, and another climax started as the first one gave up its grip. As she came down, David rolled her to his side, staying deep inside her, and her daughter scrambled up and kissed her. Carol's juices and David's semen covered Darla's lips and mouth, and Carol enthusiastically licked the mess from her daughter's lips and cheeks and face. They held and cuddled each other for a few minutes, but Carol knew her daughter was still in need. "My turn," Carol said, and rolled between Darla's legs. "It's my turn to taste you." Watching his mother do his sister gave David another erection before the first one went completely away. His sister eyed it standing tall. "I want to be fucked and eaten at the same time, too," she said, her small voice almost begging. "Yes!" her mother exclaimed. Darla rolled to her side and lifted her upper leg. David stretched out behind her, and his mother guided his cock to the entrance of his sister's needy pussy. "No condom?" Carol commented. "No, not tonight, Mom. I'm protected by the morning after pill. Besides, I already have so much of David's come inside me from yesterday and today, if I can get pregnant, I already am. Put it in, David. Yes! God, that's nice. I do love to fuck my brother, Mom." "Yeah, I noticed." She giggled like a girl. "Me, too." "Eat me, Mom." "Yeah." Carol gasped. "David?" "Yeah?" "Mom's eating me." With a chuckle, he thrust forcefully, burying his cock as deeply as he could. "Yes, and I'm fucking you." "You sure are. So good. So fucking good. David?" "Yeah?" "I sure do love to fuck my mother." "Yeah, me, too." ------- Carol's eyes fluttered open. It was still dark outside, but one candle still flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls and ceiling. She lay in a tangle of arms and legs - hers and her children's, the son and daughter she'd just fucked. No, she corrected. They had not fucked; they'd made love. She shivered and basked in the sensuous feel of their tangle, their tangled bodies, their tangled souls. They'd wanted her, and she'd wanted them, and she's been powerless to halt their seduction. Now what? Should she back off? Should she make this night the one and only time she would ever make love with either of them? She groaned inwardly, knowing she wouldn't, couldn't maintain any such resolve. Instead, she vowed to open her children's relationship further, hers, too. To the outside world, they would appear normal, but if Darla or David wanted her, together or separately, she'd tangle her limbs with theirs, accept their love and bestow hers. They had to date others, as would she. They had to search for mates. In slightly more than a year, David would go away to college, and a year later Darla would do the same, and she'd be alone, occupying an empty nest. She smiled. Yes, I need a mate, too. Sorry, George. I need to find your replacement. Intuitively, she also understood David would soon change the focus of his unique ability. Any sixteen-year-old boy with his ability would have naturally used it to explore and satisfy his sexual needs, just like David. But with his sister and mother willing to spread their legs for him whenever the whim struck him, he'd expand his horizons and use his ability for other purposes. Carol knew her son didn't truly understand the power his ability bestowed on him. Would he use it for good or evil? Everyone has a dark side, she reasoned. And power corrupts. She vowed to make certain David used his power for good, not evil. She'd advise him, guide him, try to always point him in the right direction. She felt his penis lengthening along her leg. Turning her head, she gazed into his dark, liquid eyes. She leaned and they kissed, a tender, heartfelt kiss full of love. "Fuck me," she whispered. He rolled between her legs, which she spread for him, and guided him in the right direction until he pushed his length fully inside her. "Fuck me," she whispered again just before his mouth descended onto hers. He needed no further direction. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2002-05-22 Last Modified: 2002-06-15 / 12:00:00 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------