Message-ID: <21845asstr$945346202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Rass Senip Subject: {ASSM} Tim, the Teenage MC - Chapter 20 (b/i) NEW!! Lines: 2306 X-Original-Message-ID: Reply-To: rass_senip@usa.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-ELN-Date: 16 Dec 1999 05:58:04 GMT X-MIME-Autoconverted: from 8bit to quoted-printable by holly.prod.itd.earthlink.net id VAA01147 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id AAA30843 Date: Thu, 16 Dec 1999 07:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: apuleius, dennyw, IceAltar Tim, the Teenage MC By Rass Senip Chapter XX: Summer 89 Part 2 - Empathic History (mc, mf) Seeing Eric standing with Candice in the crowd brought back all sorts of a bitter-sweet feelings to add to the nervousness I already felt. He looked a little taller, and his features had started to fill out, but the biggest difference in him from the last time I saw him was the smile which radiated through the crowd like a warm beam of sunlight. I had hung back a little, letting Suzi and Joey go ahead in hopes it would help break whatever ice there might be, and despite the feelings of tenderness and... uhm... the slight sexual attraction to him, I was finding it very hard for me to simply walk up to him and say hi. But then I clearly heard him say, "Where's Tim?" and my heart started to race in hope he felt... different about my existence. I didn't even know I was walking towards him until I was practically standing in front of him, but then after an awkward moment, my eyes watered up and I gave him a hug. "God, you've grown," I moaned before letting him go. "Uhm, yeah, I guess," Eric said a bit shakily as he turned red and avoided looking in my eyes. My heart sank as he maneuvered away from me, and even though I only stood there a few moments before turning to say hi to Candice, Joey and Suzi both made sure I was okay before we moved on. Eric was very warm and chatted openly with Suzi and Joey, but he seemed so... not cold towards me. Just... reserved, like I was a stranger who he was unsure of. So I hung back to stay in the rear while we walked down to get our luggage, prompting several queries from Joey and Suzi making sure I was okay to the point where I got tired of it and had Joey initiate the share link so they could monitor my... Well, not my thoughts exactly. I guess you could say they could monitor my emotions telepathically, but that's kind of misleading. I guess I'm splitting hairs about this, but empathy and telepathy are two completely separate things, and while you can read the thoughts generating an emotion and read the physical sensations resulting from that emotion, telepaths can not truly share an emotion like empaths do. Oh, and in case you were wondering what took us so long to reform the share link, before I had left, we had made a bet to see how long it would take them to ask me. I guess you could say I lost the bet, but then I had hoped I would lose when I had made the bet in the first place. While we were catching our bags as they spun around, I sensed Suzi trying to scan Eric's mind and quickly stopped her. She immediately demanded why I had done that, but then she saw Candice's glances of concern and understood. Candice looked good, by the way. You could say she grew up a lot in the past year, and I don't mean just physically either. I sensed a greater amount of maturity from her, and it took me a while work out that she seemed to be carrying a considerable amount of responsibility on her shoulders. And it didn't seem to be concerning Eric either. I was glad to see she had gained a lot of confidence in herself since the day of my parents' wedding. Back then she was afraid of displeasing her father and was very careful to get his approval on anything she did. But now she was comfortable about her own decision making abilities, although she had doubts I would see things her way about what she had done to Eric. In fact, she was worried about what I would demand of her. She knew from last time I was much more powerful than she or her father was, and despite the long relationship between her father and mine, she didn't doubt I wouldn't hesitate to overpower them if needed if I thought they had done some harm to Eric. So I tried to give her some relief while we were walking out of the terminal to the waiting limo by thinking to her, "I have to admit you've made Eric very happy. No matter what happens Candice, I'm grateful for that. And remember it will be his decision, not mine. I don't think you have anything to worry about." "Thanks," she thought back with weak grin. "He means a lot to me." I looked over at Eric as he opened the limo door and announced he wanted Suzi and Candice to sit next to him, then thought to myself, "Looks like the feeling is mutual." I spent the ride to the Cord Estate quietly observing Eric's responses looking for anything unusual or out of place. Apart from the slight southern accent, nothing seemed amiss, or at least as long as he wasn't looking at me or something. It was really bothering me how he seemed to deny who I was. Every time he glanced at me, I could see it in his eyes. "You're not Tim, so don't even try to convince me like you convinced the others." He seemed to accept the fact that he couldn't convince the others, but it didn't matter to him that they were fooled. It was like it was is own personal war or something. I kept going around in circles trying to feel him out about it. "Hello in there," Candice said to me, interrupting my deep thought. "Huh? Yeah?" "Weren't you listening?" Candice said somewhat suspiciously. "Yeah, I heard every word." "So?" Joey asked, enjoying the moment of putting me on the spot. "So what?" I asked as I frantically tried to reconstruct the conversation from the bits and pieces I had caught. "Are you going to accept my dad's gift?" Candice asked. "I guess..." I said, then suddenly something clicked and I immediately added, "not." "Why not?" Candice asked surprised. "I just don't do that kind of thing, that's all." "Oh... Then how come Charlie told my dad you'd love it?" "Charlie?" Joey said with amusement. "Tim's dad," Candice clarified. "I knew who you meant," Joey said, grinning. "I just never heard anyone call him anything but Charles before." "It's his childhood name," I explained. "My grandmother called him that too. Well, when she wasn't calling him Master I mean." "Like father like son, eh Timmy?" Suzi said with a grin. I smiled and said, "Yeah, I guess so." "I thought you and your dad got along," Candice said to me. "We do. He was just trying to... uhm... whatever it's called when a father tries to mold his son into his own image." "Well, I guess the orgy is off then," Candice said without regret. "Some of my sisters sure will be disappointed." "Shit. He uses his own daughters for that kind of thing?" Joey asked. "Not like he used to, but on special occasions he still does. It's a family thing." I caught Eric looking at me just then, and I accidentally made eye contact which resulted in them locking on to each other which the others quickly noticed. "Stop," Eric said firmly, struggling to break away. "Come on Eric," I said pleadingly. "It really is me. All you have to do is..." "NO!" he yelled before jerking himself off the seat and landing on his butt on the floor. Despite his maneuver, I still had his eyes locked with mine, and I was starting to feel something deep down that I knew was going to have to come out. "STOP IT, you FAKE! You SON OF A BITCH!" Eric spat. "Timmy," Suzi said carefully while standing up and moving into our direct line of vision. "Don't you EVER do that again!" Eric spat angrily as he got back up on the seat next to Candice. "Well?" Suzi said, turning towards me for my explanation. I didn't answer her immediately as I tried to sort out what I had sensed from the empathic connection, but I had never felt anything quite like what was embedded deep within Eric's emotions, and three minutes later Suzi got impatient and slapped my right thigh to get my attention. "Well?" she repeated. I looked over at Eric again, and was surprised when he met my eyes and literally dared me to try it again. I tried to sense as much as I could without making a full empathic connection, but when I continued to stare into his eyes without blinking, he nervously glanced away then looked at me again before closing his eyes. I did the best at describing what I had felt to Joey and Suzi over our private link, then on Suzi's recommendation I repeated the whole thing for Candice while Eric continued to refuse to open his eyes for anyone. When we reached the gates of the Cord Estate, Eric announced he was going to go home. That upset Suzi a lot, and Eric finally opened his eyes to say he was sorry and he would be back the next day. But then warned her he would leave again if I even looked in his direction before kissing her and Candice on the cheek and got out of the limo by where his truck was parked. I had just got out myself when Eric's red pickup went up the drive towards the main gate, then as we walked past the lined up servants towards the main entrance, Eric's squealed his tires as he took off down the road heading for home. "I'm sorry Suz," I said, rubbing her shoulders from behind. "It's not your fault," she said. "Just try and not make him mad again." "He wasn't mad, Suzi," I said softly. "He was scared." "Of what?" she said, stopping and turning towards me. "I guess he's afraid to find that I'm really me," I said somberly. Suzi wrapped her arms around me for a hug, then while I was returning the favor, Joey wrapped his arms around both of us from the side. "You two keep leaving me out of all the good stuff," Joey said with a touch of amusement. Suzi put one arm around him, then when I backed out she threw her arms around his neck and hoisted herself up to his face and said, "Not all the good stuff," she said with a wicked smile. "I love you," Joey said with sincerity while holding her up against him. "Says who?" Suzi replied. "Says me." "And me," I said, grinning as I went and stood by Candice. When they finally kissed, I said to Candice, "You and Eric ever kiss like that?" She looked at me, then looked back at Suzi and Joey with a slight smirk. "Why, didn't you two?" "Heh. Touche'," I said, noticing for the first time the foyer we were in was... dignified, and not gaudy. "Nice place you have here." "Mmmm, I suppose. Different from your Daddy's place, huh?" "Yeah. I mean, the servants lining up and stuff, that's the same. But we don't have any plants or benches in the main hall like this. Er.. Or vending machines..." She showed us around a little while explaining the estate was more than just their home, but it was also the family business. What that business was, I hadn't a clue, but there were offices and conference rooms with people in suites walking around in that front building I had mistaken for her home. We passed through a security point before crossing a enclosed bridge to the main house. I was surprised when we had to pass through another security checkpoint before actually entering the building, but then we were greeted by another line up where the women and girls were topless. Oh, and the guys were too. The eldest of the bunch couldn't have been older than twenty five, and as Candice started introducing them one by one, I suddenly realized they were all her half siblings. I shared this with Joey and Suzi as I struggled to also try and remember their names as I shook or kissed their hands, but quickly gave up by the time we reached the six year old girl who wrapped her arms around my neck when I bent over to kiss her hand. "Mandy, let Tim go," Candice said patiently. "Uh uh," Mandy said, hugging me hard. I stood up and moved her over so I could carry her more comfortably as Joey said, "Hey Tim... You get yourself a new girlfriend?" "Sorry about this," Candice said, giving Mandy the evil eye. "I should have warned you she's a bit clingy." "It's okay. My brother's the same way," I said, giving the little girl a friendly smile and looking her in the eyes. When the little girl puckered her lips, I had to chuckle, and say, "And she wants to kiss on her first date. Does this mean MMMPHMNNPF!" "MANDY! NO!" Candice yelled while commanding her to let go. "Shit," I exclaimed when the six year old removed her tongue from my mouth and dropped down to her feet and ran off. "You're picking them kind of young, aren't you Timmy?" Suzi teased as I wiped my mouth. "She picked me, remember?" I said, watching the little girl excitedly talking with her other young siblings while some the older ones started to wander away. "I'm really sorry," Candice said again. "She's hard to predict sometimes. I'll have to punish her for..." "Oh, don't do that," I said, then grinned and added, "I mean, for a six year old, she really knows how to kiss." "That's what daddy says too," Candice sighed. "Well, seeing my daddy isn't back yet, I guess I can show y'all to your rooms so you can relax a while." As we followed Candice down a hall to our right, two of Candice's sisters about her age joined her and were talking to her a few moments before I realized most of her other older siblings were right behind us. I was then distracted by the sudden feeling of disappointment from the two girls who where with Candice, and watched them glance back at us unhappily. Candice motioned for me to join them, so I quickened my pace and said, "Yeah?" "This is Kerry and Allison. They were supposed to be your... gift." "Yeah, I kind of worked that out," I said, feeling a bit put-on-the-spot. "I'm sorry, you're very pretty and all, but I'm ahh... Trying to uhm... Well, cut down on that kind of stuff." "Ohhhh..." they both whined. "But Daddy said," Kerry complained to Candice. "Can't you make him want too?" Allison asked Candice. "No she can't," I answered for her. "And neither can your daddy, or my daddy for that matter," I said abruptly. "He is powerful," Kerry said with awe. "I can tell. It's in his voice." "And that one," Allison said pointing at Joey, "He's your man slave?" "I'm _her_ man slave, not his," Joey corrected. There was a rumble of discussion from the group following us, then the guys slowly started making themselves more visible to Suzi, most of them trying to impress her with the size of the lumps in their shorts. "Now y'all stop that," Candice said without much force. "If they want you, they'll send for you. Now go back to what you're all supposed to be doing. Shew! Shew!" "You too," Candice said to her two closest siblings. "I'll be done in a little while then we can talk about it, okay?" "Okay, Candice," Kerry said. "Come on Allison." "I love you..." Allison said desperately to me while Kerry pulled her away. "Shit, Candice. Now I understand why you were unhappy last year," I said once they were gone. "But they don't seem to be the typical slaves." "Not any more they don't. I got daddy to let me free them, but then he made me responsible for them. It's been really hard to get them to think for themselves... and half the time they still think like... like that. But I'm getting there. Kerry almost actually argued with me. I'm kind of excited about what that means." "I wouldn't be," Suzi remarked. That started a rather complicated discussion between Joey, Suzi and Candice, and after we reached our guestrooms, Suzi and Candice ended up sitting on the bed in Suzi's and Joey's room chatting like they were old friends. I suppose you could say Suzi has a fairly unique perspective of telepathy, enslavement, and the problems which go with them. She's been the Mistress and the slave, and has had to make a lot of moral decisions concerning the uses of my abilities before Joey ever shared them with her. That and the fact that Suzi could make a discussion of a root canal a fun and humorous thing resulted in Suzi's and Candice's hour and a half long talk on their bed while Joey and I unpacked, showered, explored the guest wing a little, and finally just laid down on the bed and listen to them talk about cute guy butts. "Joey's butt's like that," Suzi said at some point. "Joey, stand up and show her." Without comment Joey got up and walked over to their edge of the bed and turned around. Suzi was just about to pat his butt when Joey pulled his shorts and jockey's down with a single motion then waited patiently without looking back at their astonished faces. While Suzi started turning red, Candice licked her lips nervously, then patted Joey's butt cautiously and said, "I see what you mean. Really firm Jell-O." "You know, it's too bad Eric isn't here right now," I said to Joey as he returned to the bed beside me. "I know he'd have a thing or two to say about guy's butts." Candice stopped in mid-sentence when I said that, then after a moment of silence, she turned towards Joey and I and opened her mouth to say something but lost her nerve before uttering a single sound. "I take it he doesn't find male butts all that exciting any more," I said carefully. Candice nodded her head and avoided making eye contact with any of us. "Does he even remember being gay?" Suzi asked point blank. Candice couldn't help but look Suzi in the eye from apparently hitting it on the nose, then unhappily shook her head before glancing at me to see if I was going to get mad. "So he doesn't remember a lot of what he and I..." I started. "He remembers being very close to you and doing things with you that wasn't..." Candice trailed off. "What about James?" I said a bit too calmly. "I know what y'all are thinkin', but Eric was so unhappy when he got here because all his... boyfriends had ended up leaving him in one form or another. We went out a few times, but he was miserable and wouldn't talk about it with me, so I took a chance and made him forget it all to see if it helped, and then couldn't bring myself to undo it afterwards from all the good it did him." "GOOD IT DID HIM!" Suzi exploded. "You make him forget who he was and two of the most important people in his life, and you call that good?!?" "Yes I do," Candice said sternly. "Eric means as much to me now as he ever did to any of you, probably more, but what I did wasn't because I wanted him for myself. You saw how cheerful and happy he was today? Well that's nothing compared to what he's like when he isn't worried about..." "Worried about what?" I said with complete calmness. "Why is he so afraid of me being me when he doesn't even remember what he... I mean what I meant to him at one time?" "I don't know," Candice said while standing up. "But I do know Eric's happy right now, and if you really care about him even a fraction as much as I do, that should be all that matters. I have to go and get my brothers and sisters ready for dinner which will be in forty minutes. I'll send someone to show you to the dinning hall in a half hour." And with that Candice left the room without glancing back. "EwH!" Suzi exclaimed as she stood up and started pacing back and forth. "How dare she make it sound like she did him a favor by making him forget! I was actually starting to like her too!" I watched her pace back and forth a few times as she continued to fume and mutter under her breath, then finally sighed and said, "Suz, maybe she's right." "What?!?" Suzi exclaimed just before she tripped on her own feet and fell flat on her face onto the carpeted floor. When Joey rushed to help her get up, she yelled, "I'm fine, let me go!" then nearly did an instant replay when he did what she had ordered. "Why did you do that!?!" Suzi barked furiously as got up on her own and glared up at Joey like David and Goliath. "I uh... I just wasn't thinking and..." Joey said unhappily. "What's been wrong with you anyway? You've been acting like a big wimp ever since that damn haircut!" she spat. "I..." Joey said weakly and turning a little pale while I started making my way towards the door intending to leave them alone. "Well?!? Speak! Or has all your brain cells gone to muscle?" "Suz, I..." Joey said emotionally before turning away from her, then stifling a sob. "What is WRONG with you?!?" Suzi demanded not as harshly as before, but not gently either as she tried to make him turn around to face her. "NothiNG!" Joey blurted out emotionally before jerking himself away from her, then attempted to calm himself down while Suzi was too stunned to react. "What's wrong with him? Timmy!" Suzi yelled just as I was closing the door. "Timmy, get your ass back here and tell me what's going on!" I sighed, then opened the door and stuck my face in long enough to say, "Nothing's wrong with him Suzi. Just... Feel him out, and you'll see." Suzi yelled my name when I closed the door again, but this time I didn't go back. I knew it wouldn't take her long to work it out now that she's aware that something was different about Joey. Besides the haircut I mean. Heh. The Cord mansion was larger than any of my dad's, but it also housed a considerably larger number of people, most of which were second or third generation slaves to the Cord family. The grounds of the estate crawled with security, and that bothered me a while until I realized they were there to keep unauthorized people out rather to keep the slaves in. In fact every slave I bothered to scan their mind of was perfectly happy with their lives and would never dream of leaving the security of their home. Hmmph. Big surprise, right? The place was brightly lit and buzzing with activity no matter where I went, and the atmosphere was very cheerful to my empathic senses, but there were a few dark clouds which overcastted those sensations a lot. The first of which was the differences between the private quarters of the slaves there verses my father's. I may have mentioned before that my father went out of his way to ensure his slaves have every comfort that he had himself, which resulted in every slave's room being large and well furnished. I got a good look at what a family of seven lived in, and if you excluded the closet they called a bathroom, their entire living area space was no bigger than my own bathroom back in the North mansion. I have to say though the place was spotless and well organized, but I had to step over two kids playing in the entry area to look in their so called living/bed room. Comparisons between those people and the slaves which Steven's and Penny's family had been breeding kept popping up in my mind as I wandered. Whole families of at least three generations lived within the walls of the estate, a great portion of which didn't have a social security number or even a birth certificate to record their existence to the rest of the world. They were all happy hardworking loyal to the grave slaves. But what really bothered me was how there was a strong class difference between the black and white slaves. I found out later that Chuck Cord's father had gotten into really big trouble with the Cabal when he attempted to undo the progress the civil rights movements of the late 50's and early 60's after the riots following the assassination of Martin Luther King Junior. The Cabal's Inquisitor of the time was a black man himself, and as punishment he made Chuck's father unable to ever use his telepathic abilities again before resigning as the Inquisitor of the Cabal. I didn't really explore the place very long before I made my way back to the guest quarters in hopes of regaining my appetite back for dinner. After changing into my dress clothes, I looked in on Joey and Suzi and was surprised to find them acting like nothing was different. After a few moments of indecision, I knocked on the door and went in when Suzi said, "Come in, Timmy." "I was wondering if you were going to get back before we had to go for dinner," Suzi said somewhat irritated yet not overly so. "I checked out some of the slave quarters... You could say I have a new respect for my dad," I said as Joey closed the clasp of Suzi's necklace from behind her. "That bad, huh?" Joey said sitting down on the bed and unbuttoning his dress coat. "I don't care about the slaves right now," Suzi said before I could reply. "What are you going to do about Eric?" I sighed, then said, "I don't know, Suz. We have five days to figure what should be done, and since Eric doesn't seem to be suffering any, lets just wait and see, okay?" "And what about you?" "What about me?" Suzi stood there with her arms crossed and waited silently for me to answer her question without bothering to explain since she knew I had understood her meaning all too well. I sat down next to Joey and without looking up at her I said, "I'll just find something else to do while you two go do stuff with Eric." "Like what?" Suzi prodded gently as she sat down next to me and squeezed my hand. "I don't know. Heh, maybe I'll help Candice out by showing some of her brothers a good time around town." "You'll probably end up with a six year old around your neck if you try that," Candice said from the door as she opened it. Suzi almost commented on her rudeness for not knocking, but instead only said, "Dinner?" "Not just yet," Candice said carefully. "I'd like to speak to Tim alone for a minute before we go to the dining hall." "I'll be right out," I replied before anyone else could. "She's really starting to piss me off," Suzi said under her breath after Candice closed the door again after her. I took both of her hands in mine and looked her in the eyes and said, "Don't take it personally, Suz. Candice isn't used to having to worry about other's privacy and stuff, and she's just as worried about Eric as we are. If after dinner you and Joey want to check into a hotel or something that's fine, but I have to stay here because of my dad. You can stay cool until after dinner, right?" Suzi sighed slightly then gave me a peck on the cheek before saying, "You better go before the princess gets tired of waiting." I looked at Joey as I got up to see if there was any hint as what happened while I was gone, but got nothing back but... patience. Candice was leaning against the wall on the other side of the hall when I left the room, and when she gave me a weak grin out of embarrassment, I couldn't help but smile back a moment. "You think they will get a hotel room?" Candice asked once we were walking down the hall. "Probably not tonight, but maybe later this week, I don't know." "I'm sorry if I... intruded," Candice said. "Eric keeps telling me I got to pay attention to that stuff." "Candice," I said, stopping and looking her in the eyes. "You love him?" Her surprised expression only lasted a moment before she looked down and nodded her head. "Have you two... done it?" "Now who's being rude?" she said with a little grin, then looked me in the eyes and said, "No we haven't." "Do either of you want to?" I asked bluntly. "Eric does, but he knows I don't want to yet so he hasn't tried. I've offered Kerry to him a couple of times, but he always gets upset when I do. Thank God Kerry's never seen how big he is." "Heh. It's so big it's a little scary, isn't it? But after the first few times you're stretched enough that it doesn't hurt that much." "I'll try and remember that," she said with a slight frown. "So what did you want to talk to me about?" I said after a moment of silence. "Daddy is going to be upset that you refused Kerry and Allison. I thought maybe you could... fake it or something." "I guess I could, if it's that important," I said carefully. "Just this once though." "Thanks. Well since you already answered my other question while I was listening to your conversation earlier, I guess it's time for dinner. I'll just wait here for you to get Suzi and her pet." "He's not my pet," Suzi said walking out with Joey glowing red right behind her. "He's my love slave." "Oh. Sorry," Candice said while I let out a snicker. "I wouldn't be laughing if I had to fake an orgy with two girls," Joey said bluntly. "Oh yeah," I said with a start. "Say Suzi... Could I like borrow your love sl.." "Go get your own," Suzi said while her arms reached above her head and wrapped themselves around the back of Joey's neck possessively. I watched as Joey's arms crossed in front of her protectively, then looked away as they moved to exchange a little kiss. I felt a tug on my heart from the desire to hold Her protectively like that, but I quickly shook it off as we made our way to the dining hall. Chuck Cord sat at the point of a large V shaped table with all his children lined up respectively by their assigned places awaiting our arrival. I had expected Chuck's father to be there as well, but there were only four places left, three on his left and one to his right. "Timothy Grodmen, I welcome you and your companions to the Cord table," the Master of the house said in his deep voice. "Thank you sir," I replied with respect. "My father has mentioned his visits to the Cord estate many times with mucho enthusiasm. I'm very happy to be here." We took our places and waited for him to sit before sitting down ourselves, then I took a moment to gaze down the two legs of our V table at all the faces which grew younger the further down you looked. I did a quick count and if you included the two rug rats in highchairs there were nineteen heirs to the Cord name, all dressed like royalty and carefully watching their father for his signal to begin the meal. You would have never known by looking at them that they were the same lot who had greeted us at the second security checkpoint. The girls were dressed very conservatively, and like the guys they displayed nothing but the utmost respect to their father and his guests, many of them participating in the table conversations quite intelligently. Not exactly what you'd expect from a table of enslaved youths recently set free. The food was good and the mood was surprisingly relaxed despite what I had discovered earlier about the place. Mr. Cord entertained us with stories of his and my father's youth, all of which were surprisingly sex free. "I was very sorry to hear about your grandmother," Mr. Cord said as dessert was being served. "She was a wonderful woman. A real prize as my daddy always says. I've come to the realization that he regrets losing her more than the coin to your grandfather." "Losing her? What do you mean?" I said after nearly choking on my first bite of chocolate mousse. "You mean Charlie never told you?" Chuck said with astonishment. "No, I guess not." "My father and your grandfather were... friendly competitors I suppose you could say. They were constantly competing in one form of contest or another, sometimes lasting for months before one of them would claim their victory and claim their prize. There was always a wager, you see. My father spent several year's profit on purchasing your grandmother, then lost her to your grandfather in a game of cards." "What about the coin?" I prompted him. "He lost it to your grandfather in the next hand trying to get her back. I think if your grandfather hadn't agreed to bring it to test my brothers and sisters for the gift as they came of age that it would have been the end of their friendship. Which reminds me... Charlie mentioned he gave it to you. Would you allow me to test my youngest spouts for the gift?" My ears started turning red as I tried to think of the best way of explaining why I no longer had my coin, knowing he would only see my gift of love as being a naïve act of youth. I didn't really notice Suzi's fork clanking to the floor, and only barely knew it when Joey pushed his chair back to retrieve it for her. But as I opened my mouth to begin my tale, Joey's hand clutched mine from underneath the table and then he pressed his coin into my palm as he stood up, not even looking at me as he went to sit down on the other side of Suzi to begin cleaning her fork off with his linen napkin. "I guess that would be okay," I said after inspecting the coin a moment and handing it over to our expectant host. "I wouldn't want to break with tradition now." "I'm glad you feel that way. To show my appreciation, my two daughters who are closest to your age shall attend to your bedside for the remainder of your stay here. Please feel free to embrace their... offerings as much as you wish." "I... Uhm..." I said nervously as I began to perspire rather heavily. "I can see it all over your face," Chuck said after handing the coin to his eldest son to begin its journey down one side of the table. "You're not happy with my gift, are you?" "Is it that obvious?" I said guiltily. "I mean, I don't want to insult you by..." "The only insult would be to accept something which you are not happy with. Gwen, Julian, and... Nicole... You shall join Allison and Kerry in attending to Tim's every wish and..." The three girls squealing in delight cut him off, and almost immediately following them, Mandy, the little girl who had, uhm, tongued me yelled, "Daddy Daddy! Daddy Daddy!" "What is it, Mandy?" Chuck said as he stood up and rushed to the excited little girl. Mandy stood up on her chair and announced proudly and happily, "It tickles me! It tickles me, Daddy!" "The coin? The coin tickles you?" Chuck exclaimed as the room exploded in excited discussion. "Uh Huh!" Mandy cried joyously and started to hop up and down on her chair hugging the coin to her chest until her father gathered her up in his arms and they exchanged a large hug. The other young ones crowded around their father and half sister attempting to see if they too would feel anything from the coin until Candice shouted, "All right now... The rest of you, line up!" As her siblings all scurried to fall in line sorted by age, Candice patted the back of Mandy's clutched hand and said, "Mandy, let me have the coin so we can see if anyone else..." "No! It's mine!" Mandy shouted while putting her hand between herself and her father protectively. "Mandy, give Candice the coin," their father said gently. "Do I have to Daddy?" Mandy said while already complying with his request. "Yes, sugar. We need to see if any of your little brothers or sisters can feel the tickle too." "Okay Daddy," she said weakly as she dropped the coin into Candice's waiting hand. As they watched the coin being handed down from oldest to youngest again, Mandy suddenly said, "Daddy? Does this mean I can kiss whoever I want?" "No you can't, Mandy," Candice said with a tone of annoyance. "But Daddy..." Mandy whined. "How about this, sugar. Since you've made your daddy very very happy today, you can kiss whoever you want just for today." "I can?" Mandy gurgled in delight. "Anybody? Even him?" she said pointing at me. My eyes made brief contact with hers, and before Candice or their father could say anything, I said, "Sure you can. It's Mandy's kissing day." (She hadn't actually intended to kiss me, just figured I'd be the last one her daddy would agree to letting her kiss.) "Mandy's kissing day, Mandy's kissing day!" Mandy started to sing while hopping up and down in her father's grasp. "Daddy, Benny has it too!" one of the little girls cried out. "He does?" Chuck excitedly exclaimed before putting Mandy down and rushing over to the three year old boy who held the coin out at arms length like he was afraid of it. Suzi, Joey and I just sat there quietly watching the Cord clan celebrate their discoveries from our seats at the table. Mandy almost immediately started making good on her own personal holiday, for once she found that the attention was centered on Benny, she walked over to her oldest half brother, gave his slacks a couple of tugs to get his attention, then said, "Davy, Daddy said I can kiss anyone I want, and I want to kiss you first." "Okay, Mandy, but just for today," Dave said in a deep voice very much like their father's. After watching Mandy and Dave going at it for almost ten minutes, I nearly ran out of the room when Joey announced, "Pucker up, Timmy-boy. Here she comes." Shit, and later I nearly fell over when Suzi said, "Well hi there Mandy," while I was trying to talk my five bedmates out of showing up at my room. About an hour after Mandy's discovery, Candice came over and sat down wearily in her father's chair holding the coin in her hand. She stroked her cheek with the coin a few times, then handed it back to me with a sigh and said, "It would just have to be Mandy." I looked around for Chuck before flipping the coin to Joey, then asked, "Where did your dad go? To tuck Benny and Mandy in for the night?" "Close. Knowing him he's moving my momma and my aunt into his master bedroom." "How come?" Joey asked as he slipped his coin back into the rubber holder attached to the chain around his neck. "Mandy and Benny are sister and brother, and my half cousins," Candice said slowly as she watched Joey slip his coin necklace inside his shirt. "If he wanted telepathic children so bad, why don't you have any full brothers or sisters?" I asked. "Because my momma couldn't have any more kids after she had me, that's why. My aunt was only thirteen when your daddy let me hold the coin and I felt it tingle. But three years later Mandy was born..." Something about Candice's tone drew my empathic sense's attention to the fact that she was very upset about what had happened. I carefully moved so I could look her in the eyes and said, "Your dad isn't the same man he was back then you know." "No, but... The moment he knew Benny had the gift, he forgot all about Mandy. I've worked so hard to prove to him I could take over the family business like he did from granddaddy, but now... Now he has a son, so Mandy and the others will just be his little girls again." I wiped the tear flowing down her cheek away and said, "Only if you let him. I saw the pride in his eyes when he looks at you. You're his right hand, er, well, man. At least you are were the family is concerned. So if nothing else, you can help Mandy become the woman you are, and not the girls Kerry and Allison are." "But..." she says before sighing and shocking me by breaking my empathic connection with the turn of her head. "Thanks Tim, but you just don't understand. And I need to go." It was my turn to say, "But..." as she left without giving me a chance to reply. "Nice try Timmy," Suzi said standing up and rubbing my shoulders. "I guess you just can't fix everyone's problems with your magic stare." "Yeah, I guess," I sighed. "I don't know about you two, but I'm pooped." "Heh, yeah, but not as pooped as you're gonna be after those five girls get through with you," Joey said. "Shit, don't remind me," I moaned and dropped my head onto the table with loud thud. "Come on, buddy," Joey said shaking me gently a few minutes later after I almost fell asleep like that. "If you don't want to deal with them tonight we can just have them go to their rooms to sleep and explain it tomorrow if we need to." "Yeah, I guess you're right," I yawned sitting up, then had to rush to stand up to follow them out. By the time we reached our rooms, we had forgotten all about the girls who were supposed to be waiting in my room, and it didn't occur to me as I got undressed and showered that they were missing. I was in bed almost asleep when my door opened and a single cluster of swirling symbols entered and made their way closer to my bed. When I felt the bed sheets being parted, I opened my eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry, Kerry... I..." "I know... That's why I'm here." "But..." I said as she pressed her naked body against my side. "You're alone?" "Yes. I told the others you picked me to be your bedmate, but I know you don't want me to.... pleasure you, so I'll just sleep beside you if that is all right?" I turned towards her and looked in her eyes to verify what she had said was true, then said, "But your daddy said..." "I know, but I don't have to do _everything_ Daddy says, do I?" I grinned at her, then said, "No, I guess you don't... Does Candice know you're doing this?" "Not yet. I'm not sure if she'll like it." "Trust me... She'll love it. You'll make her day, Kerry." "Then I'll tell her tomorrow," she said as she moved her face closer to mine. "Uhm, Kerry..." I said as she closed her eyes for a kiss. "Sorry," she said with a frustrated sigh and backed off. "Good night, Miss Kerry," I said firmly. "Good night, Sah," Kerry said coolly. The next thing I knew, Joey was standing at the foot of the bed with a grin from ear to ear. "Morning. Sleep well?" he said as I yawned and stretched. "I guess so," I said just before smacking Kerry's naked butt accidentally, shocking her and myself both. "Down boy," I muttered as Kerry silently got out of the bed, then Joey and I both watched her backside as she went into the bathroom. "So... You have fun last night?" Joey said, throwing himself onto the bed sideways and waited for me to squirm with the same grin he had on when I awoke. "Nothing happened," I said. "She told the others I wanted just her but knew I didn't want to do anything and didn't push it." "Awwww.." Joey said after his grin disappeared. "Shit, Tim. Don't you think you're taking this no sex thing a little too far?" I threw him a blank look as I sat up and got out of bed, then found myself being grabbed from behind and drug back on the bed. "Stop it, Joey!" I yelled. He let me go, then he said, "Man, you sure are grumpy when you don't get any." "Grumpy?!?" I growled. "Yeah, grumpy!" I turned around, stood up on my knees on the bed with my hands on my hips and said coldly, "I am NOT grumpy!" "Yes you are! Grumpy Timmy! That's your name!" "Oh yeah?!?" "Yeah!" "Says who?!?" "Says me!" "I'll show you who's grumpy!" I yelled as I dived for his armpits and started making him wiggle and laugh. My attack on his tickle spots only lasted maybe twenty seconds before he was able to overpower my arms and wrestled with me a little bit, then after a couple of minutes he used his superior strength and pinned me to the bed. Joey just sat there on top of me as we puffed for our breaths, then grinned when I said, "Grumpy Timmy, huh?" I screamed with laughter as he sought revenge on my own pits, then suddenly stopped and got off leaving me breathless and hanging halfway off the bed. "Your bath is ready," Kerry said after watching Joey leave. "I guess you won't want me to wash you so I'll..." "Wait Kerry," I said, getting up and hurrying over to the door before she could leave. "Uhm, thanks," I said before kissing her on the cheek. "You don't know how much I appreciate what you did for me last night." She smiled, then nodded and opened the door to leave. "I guess I'll see you tonight then?" I asked before she could close the door behind her. "Maybe," she simply said before the door clicked shut. Breakfast was somewhat an anticlimax to the night before. Candice sent one of her half brothers our age to guide us to the regular dining area, and even though most of the Cord siblings were there, they all seemed to be on some sort of a schedule and didn't dawdle while eating their meal. Jim, the guy who had led us there, was pretty quiet during the meal, but after Candice showed up for only a minute to tell us she had to take care of some business until noon, she assigned Jim to take care of us and he seemed to like the idea. After we finished our breakfast, I asked Jim if we could see where he and his siblings sleep out of simple curiosity. I felt his panic for a moment before he got a grip on himself and agreed, then lead the way to a room which resembled what became my living room, but on a much larger scale. The circular shaped room was at the heart of the Cord mansion with three sets of white and gold staircases swirling up the sides and seemingly holding up the stain glass dome seven stories above us like a crown. The open space was so large that there were full grown trees with a few birds scattered about the gymnasium sized room, along with fountains and a flower garden or two. But what was the most eye popping thing about this room was the large number of nude women of all ages littered about the place. Jim pointed up to one of the many doorways somewhere on the third or fourth floor and said, "That's my room where my ma and I sleep. When Candice talked daddy into letting all the girls have their own rooms, Kerry took the room right next to mine and usually sleeps with us," Jim said with a hint of pride. "You sleep with your mom?!? And your sister?" Joey exclaimed in disbelief. Surprised, Jim hesitated a few moments before asking me, "Is he an orphan?" "Heh, nope. Believe it or not, most people in the world think incest is a bad and evil thing." "In-sest?" Jim repeated without comprehension. "Fucking someone you're related to. Like your mom or your sister," Joey blurted out. "Ohhh.... But that's... That's... Stupid! I mean, don't they love their mommas?!?" "Of course they do," Joey urged. "But having sex with your mom... I mean what if she gets pregnant? Shit, if the kid didn't turn out totally retarded from the inbreeding, the kid would be all confused from not knowing whether to call you brother or dad..." "What are you talking about? I can't get my momma pregnant! It's impossible!" "The hell it is!" "Whoah there guys," I said as Suzi stepped between them from the way they were looking at each other. "Joey, we're not here to teach them our morals," Suzi said firmly. "Yeah but..." Joey said before sighing and lowering his eyes to the ground. "You're right. I'm sorry." "If you can't keep your man servant under control, I should take y'all back to your rooms," Jim said while trying to calm down. Joey's head snapped back up to argue, but Suzi's warning look stopped him before he could open his mouth. "How about we just go somewhere else," I suggested after politely refusing an unspoken offer for sex for the tenth time. "Somewhere less..." "Tempting?" Suzi said with a smirk. "Uhm, yeah, I guess." "Fine," Jim simply said before leading us back the way we came in. "Jim," I began when I felt he had calmed down enough to approach the subject. "I don't mean to offend you, but you can't tell me a son can't get his mother pregnant." "My momma can't have any more kids. When I couldn't feel anything from your daddy's coin back when I was little, daddy had her tubes cut. All my step mommas get theirs cut after their kids get tested and fail. And my sisters. Except Candice. And I guess Mandy too now. It's almost a fucking shame Mandy has it. She would have been good when she got old enough." Joey was biting his tongue to keep quite, and I admit I was having trouble not saying anything myself, but Suzi diverted our attention by asking about the family business. There was still some tension between Joey and Jim throughout our expanded tour of the mansion, but after about an hour, Joey was back to being himself, and Jim realized Joey was a lot more than just a man servant to us, and treated him with more respect after that. When it was time to go meet up with Candice, I asked Jim if he might like to go out and show me the town. I was surprised when he got extremely excited at the idea, but then when we found Candice and I mentioned it to her, she said he couldn't because he had to go to class. "But it's summer vacation," I said, shrugging off Jim's disappointment to keep it from affecting me. "For you and me, yes. But Jim and all my other brothers don't stop their schooling until they have their masters in business and a second masters in another field, so they don't get a summer vacation." "That sucks," I said. "Oh, don't feel sorry for them. They get everything they want, plus some," Candice said with just a touch of bitterness. "That plus some is your sisters and step mothers," I concluded out loud. "Exactly," Candice said, looking me in the eyes. "Kerry told me what she did last night, and what you did. She's feeling pretty proud of herself. Thank you." "No problem," I said with a shrug. "So what are you going to do while we're out with Eric?" Suzi asked. "Uhm, I don't know. If none of the guys can go anywhere... and I take it the girls don't get out much?" "No they don't," Candice confirmed. "But daddy said this morning that granddaddy would like to meet you, so if it's all right with you, you can go out to his plantation and spend the time there." For some reason her suggestion stunned me, and I ended up sitting down in a chair to think it over while Candice called Eric up to tell him they were about to leave. Seeing that I really didn't have anything else to do, I agreed, but I was feeling very uncertain about meeting my paternal grandfather's best friend. My feelings only grew stronger when I found out the trip was a three hour drive to the middle of nowhere, and I was expected to spend the night and next day there before returning the next evening after dinner. You see, after getting to know my own father and seeing how much his father intimidated him, I was starting to feel... intimidated myself about meeting the best friend of the man I had associated with everything corrupt and evil. I was confident my abilities and more importantly my morals would be more than enough to protect me from any possible threat this man could be to me. But yet I feared him in a way I couldn't quite define in my mind, so I was considerably distracted during my goodbyes and getting packed for my little trip. But when I got in the limo and found both Kerry and Mandy apparently going with me, I was jolted back into focus. "I was under the impression I was going alone," I said carefully while having the driver keep the limo in park. "Daddy wanted me to go with you," Kerry explained apologetically. "I want to go see Granddaddy, and I can do what I want," Mandy said stubbornly. Kerry wanted to argue with her, but it was obvious she was intimidated herself by Mandy's new status as a telepath-to-be. "Mandy, I don't think you should go," I said firmly. "I don't care," Mandy said while making the mistake of looking me in the eyes. "I can do what I want..." I instantly saw past her mask of aggravating stubbornness and felt her confusion and how it was upsetting her. The emotions of a six year old are so... open... So direct and uncomplicated, it was easy enough to see what she really needed was someone to simply say... "No." "I'll tell Daddy!" she threatened angrily. "Go ahead and tell him. You're still not going with me." "But.. But.. I don't want to stay here..." "Why?" "Because... It's not fun here any more." "Why?" "I... The others..." she said before she clamped her lips together and her little chin started to wobble up and down in a weak attempt to not cry. "Kerry, do you remember when Candice was tested?" Kerry nodded, so I asked her, "How did you and the others treat her afterwards?" "We did what she said, just like we did what daddy said. She was special, like daddy. I was so happy for her I used to cry." "Did she seem happy though?" "No, not right away. She stopped playing with us for a while, but then one day she just showed up and asked if we wanted to go outside... I had never been outside before and was a little scared, but Candice was so sure we would like it... I just had to go. And she was right." "I've been outside," Mandy whimpered. "I've been outside lots of times." "But only because Candice started taking us out there before you were born. She's taken us places and showed us things that we would have never had done if it wasn't for her." Mandy brightened up suddenly after that had sunk in, then she jumped to her feet and exclaimed, "I know! I'll take them to the zoo! I love the zoo! Bye!" After Kerry and I finished chuckling, I said, "That girl... She is something else." "Candice was a lot like her. Always getting into trouble by doing things she knew she shouldn't do. Even worse than Mandy." "Yeah?" I said with a grin. "If you want to come with me, I guess I wouldn't mind hearing some tales of Candice's early days to pass the time. But only if you want to come, and not because your daddy said you had to." "I really would like to go with you," Kerry said before blushing slightly. I signaled the driver to proceed, then spent the next three hours exchanging stories about our youth. Somewhere in Alabama, southeast of Columbus, there "be" an unmarked dirt road leading up to an old weathered sun beaten shack of a house. An old white haired black gentleman sits rockin' on that there porch, with an old hound dog sleeping besides him and a shot gun laying across his lap. Our car drove slowly by the front porch, and as the old man squinted to see through the darkened glass, I sensed another mind within the shack preparing a telepathic probe. When the black woman initiated her probe, I quickly determined that it was innocent enough and allowed it through to Kerry's and the driver's mind. She didn't attempt to probe me which was somewhat a disappoint. It would have been easy enough to fake the probe's responses without her guessing her probe wasn't really getting through. Hidden behind the old house was another dirt road leading into a dark and lush forest which quickly hid the old house from our view as was intended. The road suddenly widened out and after one last turn Sheldon Cord's plantation spread out before us right out of the blue. I felt like we had traveled back in time to the old South as the car traveled up the long straight road to the plantation house. There were fields of corn, wheat, and cotton, gardens of vegetables, and orchards of fruit carefully laid out on both sides of the road, and immediately behind the main house there appeared to be a stable with a good number of horses fenced in beyond it. And everywhere you looked, there were dark skinned shiny-with-sweat people attending the fields, gardens, and everything else. There wasn't a single white man or woman to be seen. Well... Except for Kerry and I, that is. When the car finally drew to a stop at the main house, I wasn't really surprised by the line up of servants waiting for us. At least nobody was nude, which was kind of a shock when I realized it, but I was too concerned about meeting our host to give it much thought. The head man was a tall black man with just a touch of white showing up at the edges of his hair, and after introducing himself as Jessie, he explained the Master was out riding and would be back shortly. I was somewhat relieved to have put off meeting this friend of my long dead grandfather, and agreed to being shown to our room to freshen up and get out of the summer heat. While it was cooler inside, I quickly realized the building wasn't air-conditioned. In fact as we were led up the winding staircase and down a hall, I noticed the unlit light fixtures on the walls were not electric, but were actually oil lanterns. Our room was very elegant and spacious, and contained among other things, a bathing basin and a very large feather stuffed bed. After making sure we were... uhm, happy with the room, Jessie left for only a minute before returning with a young black girl about eleven or so. "Anna will attends gettin' your bath wata when yous ready, sah. Just lets her know ahead a time so she can fills it up and lets it warm up. Well wata can bes awful cold, you knows." "I can imagine," I said, trying not to show how uncomfortable this scene was to me. I managed to smile at the girl before saying to her "I usually... bathe before I go to bed. Is that okay?" The little girl said in the softest of voices, "Yes sah. I be's fine with d'at." Her voice was so... Well, it wasn't the kind of thing I wanted to think about like that, but despite her trying to hide it by speaking softly, her voice was very low pitched and rough in a way that normally turns me on. I couldn't help but wonder what she'd sound like in the heat of passionate sex when she got older. But she was way too young for me right then. Kerry and I were left alone for about twenty minutes, and during that time I changed into the coolest shirt I had brought while Kerry... Well, she spent the time laying naked on the bed trying to stay cool. It was more humid than I would have liked, but it wasn't unbearable to me like it was to her. After living practically all of her life inside an air conditioned environment, Kerry was very sensitive to the humidity and wasn't about to make it worse by wearing clothes when she didn't have to. A boy about eight delivered the message that I was to go to the stable, alone, to meet the Master Cord. Shit, I couldn't believe how nervous I felt while I was walking towards the stables, and got kind of pissed off at myself for it which kind of helped. I took a deep breath before opening the door, then walked in and didn't see anyone but a couple of horses in their stalls. After letting out the breath I had been holding, I noticed a sort of scraping sound coming from the other end. "Hello?" I said before making my way towards the noise and two sets of clusters of symbols. "Here boy, take over for me," a strong deep voice said. I was about to stutter something about what I was supposed to take over when a younger voice said, "Yes sah." When the senior Cord opened the stall door they were in, our eyes met for an instant and my earlier feelings of intimidation flared to an all time high. This man was anything but a frail old man. His arms were thick with muscle tone and were connected to wide shoulders, his hair may have been whitening, but his face was still relatively young despite the weathered look from years of sun. His chin was... chiseled I guess is the word. Everything about him said he was powerful, confident, and totally in control of his life. I don't remember moving to shake his hand, but I do remember his strong grip, and his probing eyes which he used to gauge my emotional state like a professional empath. "Well at least you're not a cocky son of a bitch like your grandfather was," he said after releasing my hand. "He wouldn't be here more than ten minutes before having half the women up in the guest room sucking or licking him." "No, I'm not like that," I managed to say as I followed him back into the stall. "You're not? But I hear you brought one of my granddaughters with you." "Her daddy wanted her to go with me, and I..." "BOY! Pay attention to what you're doing!" he snapped at the fourteen year old stable boy. "You're brushing her the wrong way!" "Sowy, Masta. I won't do's it agean." "Tell me, boy," he said to me. "You like horses?" "I guess I do. But I really haven't had any pets." "Pets!? Boy, horses are not pets. They are the finest animal on this here earth. No other animal has worked harder for man, and we wouldn't be where we are today if it wasn't for this beautiful animal. Now touch her coat. She won't bite." I hesitated only a moment before reaching out and petting the animal's front neck. The mare's skin twitched slightly with the gentle contact I was giving it, but then the senior Cord grasped my hand with his leather like hand and forced my hand to rub it deeper. "Just like Richard," he grunted after letting my hand go. "Never done a good day's work in your life, have you boy. My closet maidens have rougher skin on their hands than you." I didn't respond for I didn't know what to say to that, so I just continued stroking the animals neck, finding it rather pleasant after all. I could sense the mare was enjoying the brushing the stable boy was giving her, so looked around and spotted another brush and said, "May I?" "There's hope for you yet, boy," he said after a nod. "I've never really paid much attention to horses before," I admitted after getting the hang of brushing the mare's coat. "But I can see what you mean about them being... uhm, beautiful." "Don't suck up, boy. It doesn't go over well with me," he said flatly. "No, really. I've done a lot with birds, and I've checked out dogs and cats and a few squirrels, but I've never felt an animal so calm and trusting... It's kind of beautiful that she can be like that." "That's because we bred it into them. They have the loyalty of a dog, the strength of ten men, and the grace of a fine woman in her prime." "Yeah..." I said, kind of caught up in the emotions he was emitting. The moment was interrupted however when Sheldon noticed the stable boy's prancing around as he brushed. "Boy, if you have to pee, go pee!" "Yes, sah. Thank you sah!" the boy exclaimed as he set the brush down and hurried to the stable's door. "Good girl, Jezebel," Sheldon said affectionately as he motioned to me we were going to leave. "I'll have Wes finish you up then take back out to Rocko." I watched in disbelief as the horse gave him a lick on the cheek, then turned away when he was about to return the kiss. I imagine he only kissed her on the nose, but I really didn't want to find out. Wes was just finishing up draining his lizard on some tall grass when we came out, and before he could tuck it back in, Sheldon yelled, "Here boy. Let us take a look at you." Wes somewhat bashfully walked over to us with his lizard hanging out of his trousers, then sucked in a big gasp of air when Sheldon grasped the thing and felt it and his nuts. "How long you been squirtin', boy?" Sheldon asked after checking the size and shape of each of the boy's testicles. "Sah?" the boy said as his flag pole finished inflating and just stood there waving in the wind. "Answer my question, boy." "T.t.two years now, masta," the boy said nervously. "Your moma been helpin' you doing it? Or one of your sisters?" "Yes sah. Momma does it when she can, sah, but Girtsy and Anna do's it every night for me." "Boy, look me in the eyes and tell me... You ever fuck a girl?" He stared intently as he said, "No sah. I never fucked a girl sah." "You wanted to, right boy?" "Yes sah. Very badly sah. But yous said I can't, so I don't, sah." "That's right boy. Now go on and finish Jezebel before taking her back out to Rocko." "Yes sah," he said with relief. "And boy..." Sheldon said after him. "You can put your spurter away now." "Yes sah," he said before the stable door slammed shut behind him. Sheldon caught my questioning expression, then said, "That boy has some fine breedin' behind him. Loyal, trusting, hard working, but stupid as a post. I gave his pa the job of putting in a new well before I left to visit Chuck a few years ago, and by God that boy had it finished by the time I got back. Worked himself so hard he grew ill and died on me. I've got to breed some more smarts in to them before I get too old to watch over them." I blurted out, "You sound like you're talking about your horses, not human beings." "What?!" he laughed in disbelief. "You heard me. You care more about your horses than you do for these people. I bet you shed tears when one of your mares dies, but you..." "Boy, if you know what's good for you, you just hush up," he said with flames coming out of his mouth. "Why? I'm not afraid you. I can see you for what you are now. A bigot taking his bigotry to the extreme and... and..." I stopped cold as my eyes noticed two horse back riders approaching from behind him... two black nude... twins. I didn't even hear his very loud response, but it didn't take long for him to notice where my attention was and I imagine he was grinning to himself as the two chocolate brown, dripping with sweat empaths dismounted their bareback horses and approached with that synchronized twin walk. Shit, I was in hell. My hormones were making my blood boil, my eyes were taking in every inch of their hot and sweaty female form, my dick was struggling to get out of my shorts, and then my nose caught the scent of their musk... Oh God why do you tempt me so? If the twins had even as much as hinted at something kinky, I would have been lost to the call of my lust. But instead Sheldon gave them some kind of signal, and the next thing I knew I felt the all too familiar tingle of their call to Timmy the Toy Boy. That snapped me out of my daze, and I was able to fight off their powerful call, but only barely. "I'm impressed, Tim," Sheldon said moments after calling his girls off. "Wendy must have taught you very well." I found myself shaking from the drain it had been to fight off the twin's call, and didn't resist his suggestion to go sit down in a covered deck like area which looked out over the horse's running area. "You even have your grandmother's eyes," Sheldon said gently after sitting down in the cushioned chair that had been rushed out to him by a couple of young men. "Don't patronize me," I spat. "I didn't come here to be tested by you or your... Your twins." "No... You came here to learn about Richard, Wendy, and the coin, didn't you." "Maybe. Or maybe I was just honoring my host's request to visit his father. But what I'd like to know now is what you wanted to see me for. From what I gathered, you don't even invite your own son to your.... plantation. So why did you invite me? You're not stupid enough to think nobody would notice what changes your girls would make of my personality. So why?" "Its very simple, boy. You're a God damn freak of nature. Your voice breaks every rule in the book. No bloodline has ever had more than three generations of voice, and the third was always weakest in the chain." "So? Have you ever considered I get it from both sides of my family? Maybe being the third generation twice is..." "You are the FOURTH generation, boy, and all the possible combinations have been tested over and over centuries ago. So you didn't know that your great grandfather had voice. I'm not surprised. Your daddy never appreciated what it meant to be the grandson of one of the most powerful voices fighting in the civil war." "Yeah? Well I'm only the third generation on my mother's side," I countered while I tried not to think about which side my great grandfather must have fought on. "Boy, you don't understand the inheritance principles of voice. Only one of the parents can have voice, and only if the other has no trace of it in their blood line for ten generations will they have a child with voice." "Then how does anyone get it in the first place?" I said after a moment of thought. "It's a naturally reoccurring potential in about five percent of the human population, but that's only the potential. Something has to awaken their voice, and about half of those go insane. The second and third generation usually fair better then the first since they are usually given the guidance..." "You mean brainwashing," I inserted. "Damnit boy! What Richard and I did was for the boys' own good. We were both lucky enough to be taken in by Gladius when we discovered our voices, but there were no openings..." "Gladius!" I said with panic. "You were one of Gladius's..." "The old Gladius, not the one you know of now. Now wait just a damn minute! You get your mind out of my head...." he said before I sent him into dreamland. Wow! Have you ever stuck a fork or something into an electrical outlet? Well, that's pretty much how it felt when Sheldon's twins zapped me with their empathic punch. I was dazed a moment, then discovered I was about to get mobbed by protective workers nearby. Before I could throw out the blanket command I got zapped again, but I managed to save myself by waking their master up before passing out on the next zap. I awoke in the limo alone, finding the vehicle already on the paved highway. The moment I realized Kerry wasn't there, I made the driver stop and ordered him to take me back, but found that this driver wasn't the same who had brought me and didn't know where the place was. After spending several hours trying to find my way back, I had the driver take me back to the Cain estate, hoping Sheldon wasn't the type to hurt his own granddaughter. By the time I got there and explained three times what happened (once to Joey and Suzi, once to Candice, and then again to her father,) I was wiped out. I slept like a log, and must have been really out of it for it wasn't until I was about to cum in Allison's mouth that I woke up. I barely managed to stop it before it reached the point of no return, then I very angrily ordered Allison out which she did so while getting very upset. "Shit, that was close..." I said just before jerking myself off to prevent myself from getting blue balls. Joey, Suzi, and Candice were already gone by the time I got dressed, and I nearly crapped in my shorts when I found out it was already after ten in the morning. I felt a little... self-conscious going down and getting breakfast all by myself, and afterwards I almost joined Mandy's little group of kids when I came across them and she waved. But I wasn't really interested in getting down on all fours and playing zoo animals with them, so I kept moving and eventually got a little lost in the numerous halls and had to stop and ask for directions from an old man hobbling out of a room nearby. "Eh?! Speak up, sonny!" The old man said with a lisp. "Could you tell me how to get back to the main hall?" I repeated out loud and by thought. "Ahhh.... You must be the Grodmen boy," the man said brightly. "Yes... I can see it in your face," he said while looking closely at my face through his bifocals. "Interesting... Very interesting..." "What?" I said, trying not inhale his rather potent breath. "What's that?" he said while lifting up my right hand and studying it. "I said, what is so interesting?" "Eekgad! What's the matter with you, boy? You forget how to use your voice?" "My voice? Oh... Uhm, well, it wouldn't be polite to..." "Polite?!?" the old man hooted. "Great Scott! A voice with manners! Now I've seen everything!" The man crackled and hooted as he wobbled back and forth on his feet, and twice I moved to catch him when I thought he was going to hit the floor, but he somehow he caught his balance both times. He then suddenly became very serious, and while he gasped for his breath he took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with a handkerchief before saying, "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Alfred Steinbruck, the world's greatest genealogist!" "Ahh..." I said, trying to sound impressed... and failing. "Don't tell me you never heard of me?!?" he said with amazement. "Every voice in the country comes to me when they want to have a child with voice!" "Really? But Chuck already has kids with voice..." "Ah yes, but I must keep records! New births, confirmation of voice inheritance, new raw voices, and of course the mating of voices with mutes. All must be recorded for the future generations, my boy. It is a life's work which my family has been carrying on for three centuries now. So many records, so many names...." His voice echoed down the hall as he walked rather rickety yet very quickly towards the room which he had come from. The room was a small library of sorts with three large tables covered with family trees, birth and death certificates, and some sort of portable computer was humming away on the messiest table of the three. "What is your name, by the way?" he said with a sudden amount of excitement. "Your full name please." "Uhm, Timothy Jasper Brandton." "Timothy Jasper... Mind if I put you down as Grodmen? It makes the tree much more symmetric..." "You can put my little brother down as Richie Davis Grodmen, but my legal name is Timothy Jasper Brandton. B r a n D T o n." "Very well," he sighed as he finished pecking in my name. "Brother... Richie... Richard rather... Davis you said? Ahh... the paternal grandfather's name... "Date of birth?" he queried. I sighed, then started to uncover a chair which he immediately rushed to do for me so the documents would not get... misarranged. "January seventeenth, nineteen seventy one. And before you ask, Richie's was May twenty ninth nineteen eighty eight." "Good, good... Now your mother..." "Samantha Helen Brandton, November eighteenth, nineteen fifty." "Excellent. You have other siblings? Perhaps mutes?" "Nope." "Come now... You may not like to admit their existence, but I must record them..." "I was an only child until Richie was born," I said firmly. "I see..." he said while typing in a question mark into a field on his screen. "Now what about your mother... any siblings there?" "Nope." "Hmmm... Is she currently your father's slave, or yours?" "Neither!" I said with distaste. "Is she immune to voice?" he asked with surprise. "No... She has voice," I said, smiling at what I suspected would be his response. "Do you think this a game, young man? Do you have any idea the importance of having accurate records of..." I looked in his eyes and said, "She has voice." "But that's..." he said weakly from feeling the truthfulness of my words. "Sheldon called me a freak of nature," I said, giving him a moment to recompose himself by examining some of the family trees laying on the table in front of me. "I don't understand why a child of second and third generation voices couldn't have voice himself." "What?" he said hoarsely before turning and rummaging through a stack of papers on the corner of the table farthest from me. "Good Lord!" he exclaimed after holding one sheet out to the light. "But this is impossible! Oh dear..." "What?" I said, looking up from the incredibly wide branching tree of the Cord's family. "Child.... I don't know how to tell you this..." he said with great anguish. "What?" I said with just a twinge of concern entering my gut. "You... are not... That is, your mother and father could not have had..." "Wait... Are you trying to tell me my mom and dad are not my real parents? Because if you are, you're nuts." "I know this must me hard for you to accept, but the evidence is very clear to me..." "Evidence? What evidence? These?" I said waving my hand over the document covered tables. "You said yourself you could see my dad in my face. And I am 101% sure I'm my mom's flesh and blood. I've seen her memories of my birth, for pete's sake!" "Even so, you can not..." he rambled on as I suddenly caught the sight of a familiar name on one of those trees. "Mr. Steinbruck, what exactly are you here for? I can't believe all of this mess is just for updating a few records about the younger Cords." "I fear you are not taking me seriously. You must be made to understand..." "Look! I'm sorry if my genes don't match up for your records, but I AM who I AM! Now tell me what you are doing here, and why you have THIS!" I said with my voice just barely cracking in emphasis as I held out the carefully drawn newly constructed Roberts tree. Alfred paused a moment before letting out a huff of stretched patience and peered through his bifocals at the page in question. "I already told you... I'm here to update my records on new births, voice inheritance, and matings between voices and mutes," he said with an added tone of stretched patience. "And this one is?" He looked at it again, then said, "I was investigating the candidacy for a possible mate for one of Cord's girls. This particular one had some rather... unique physical traits which Mr. Cord was interested in adding to his blood line. I haven't finished my analysis, but my tentative findings are encouraging. A few minor... adjustments would probably have to be made, but over all..." "Adjustments, huh?" I said, seeing how accustomed he was to the practices of his... clients. Despite his constant attempts to prove I was not related to my parents, I spent the entire afternoon learning about the bloodlines of voices and explored my family tree on my father's side as far back as I could. Wendy, my dad's mother, had the most remarkable and complete tree of what I saw that day. Not only did it record all of her ancestors for twelve generations, but all of her masters, including my father where on his thirteenth birthday he became her ninth and final master. Alfred's experience in discussing the complexities of voice inheritance was very apparent in his patience and well structured explanations. I suppose we both lost track of time for we were suddenly interrupted by one of the in-house security guards radioing in that he had found me. "Uhm, I guess I better go," I said when I sensed that my disappearance had been somewhat of a scandal. "Thank you very much for your time. I've learned a lot." "Before you go..." Alfred said while digging around the table a moment, then pulling out a leather briefcase and opening it. "Please take my card with you and call my family's office for an appointment. We must get your birthright straightened out." "Yeah, okay. I'll do that." "And just so you remember," he said, rolling up my grandmother's tree. "Take this too." "I can't take this," I said, sensing how fond he was of it. "Oh but you must. If not for yourself, then for your father. Don't worry. This is just a copy." I accepted the gift and thanked him, then after a friendly handshake I left with the guard to go to the security compound. After they logged my explanation of my whereabouts, I was escorted to my room where Allison was watching TV on my bed. "Daddy said I'm not to leave your room until I make it up to you for what I did," she explained after jumping up, snapping off the TV and turning crimson red. "You don't have to make anything up to me," I said sitting down on the bed and patting the spot next to me. "I over reacted, and I'm sorry for yelling at you." "But... You like Kerry the best, and I..." "I would have done the same thing if it had been Kerry and not you," I said. "I don't understand." "For some people, sex is something which should be only shared with only the one person you want to be with the rest of your life. I thought I had found that person, and she believed in this very strongly. She left me, but I want to save whatever I have left for whoever I do spend the rest of my life with. Do you understand?" "No..." "I didn't think you would," I sighed, then thought of something else. "Just think of me being like Candice." "Candice?" "Yeah. She hasn't had sex with anyone yet, right?" "But she's a girl..." "So? Can't a guy save himself for the right girl too?" "Why would you want to? You could have any girl with your voice." "No, not any girl. There are some people in the world who can't be touched by voice." "If you're afraid she might find out, I won't tell anyone, I swear. You can make me forget, or..." "That's not it. I'll remember, and that's..." "Please?" she said, starting to slip off her t-shirt. "Daddy said..." "I'll give you a choice. You can either keep stripping and find yourself outside my locked door, or you can stay here and watch TV with me until Candice and the rest get back." She blushed a bit before pulling her shirt back down and saying, "You won't say anything about the TV, will you?" "What TV?" I said while stepping past her and turning it on only to find it on a evening soap opera. I plopped myself down on the bed beside her, then laid back to watch the TV with my head on a pillow. I have to admit Allison was pretty good to look at. She was laying on her stomach holding her head up with her arms while her legs went up and down, up and down behind her. She wasn't intentionally doing it, but she was giving me some lovely glimpses down her short legs, and even though I had already blew my load earlier that day, I was getting damn hot from it all. Luckily she was too glued to the screen to notice my weakened state, and after a while I got tired of all the stress and fell asleep. I awoke to sounds of my stomach rumbling, and Allison happily went with me to get some dinner which she insisted she should feed to me. After eating with the same fork and spoon, touching each other in innocent and not so innocent ways, I guess you could say my resolution to not let anything happen was a bit worn down by the time we finished and went back to my room. I told myself I wasn't going to fuck, and told Allison the same thing too when I suggested we try out the hot tub together. Well, she was all for that, and I guess I let her get away with more than I should, for it wasn't ten minutes later that she was giving me a hand job while I teased her nipples with my tongue. Luckily for me, Mandy decided to join us in the hot tub just about then, and even though they both tried to talk me into doing it some more, I wasn't about to with a six year old watching close up. I got out of there pretty quickly and went back to my room alone to jerk off again. The next morning, I snuck into Joey's and Suzi's bed and surprised them with a good morning hug and tickling contest. Shit, was I sorry I started the tickling thing. They ganged up on me and had me in tears before letting me go. But all was forgiven when Suzi suggested that Joey and I go out and explore Atlanta together that day. I was really not looking forward to spending another day in that house of temptation, especially after Allison just so happened to walk by my room naked before I had gone to wake Joey and Suzi up. Since Joey had gone to the Six Flags amusement park the day before, we tried to find some other things to do like visiting the zoo and checking out Martin Luther Jr.'s birthplace. But by three in the afternoon, I didn't argue a bit when Joey suggested we go, and we were there until they closed at midnight having the best time together since... Well... So long we couldn't remember. There was a sort of party going on in the parking lot, and because we didn't want to end our night out together so soon, Joey and I joined the fun. Suzi was pissed when we got back around four in the morning. We both had drank a little, I having drank a half a beer before deciding I really didn't like the stuff, and Joey had nursed one the whole time without ever finishing it. I mention this because Joey ended up sleeping with me after burping in bed and Suzi getting a whiff. As you might expect, Joey and I slept in the next morning. I wasn't surprised to find that Suzi had left without Joey, but Joey seemed worried about it and wouldn't give me a positive answer about us going out again that day. It wasn't long after getting ourselves something to eat that one of the early teen Cord girls came to tell me Kerry was back. "I think you like her," Joey teased as we hurried to the huge harem chamber. "You haven't been this anxious to see someone since..." "Since?" I asked when he didn't finish his sentence. "Never mind," he said as we were stopped by the security outside the chamber's entrance. After only a brief delay, we were allowed in, but after seeing who was with Kerry, I turned right around and left before anyone saw me. Joey came running after me several moments later saying, "Where you going?" "Anywhere but in there," I said firmly. "Why?" Joey said, catching me by my arm and bringing me to a halt. "What do you mean, why? You had to have seen the black twins standing there." "Yeah, but... Don't tell me you're scared of them!" "Scared?!" I spat. "Don't make me laugh." "Then what the fuck are you running away for?" "I'm not running, I'm choosing my ground." "Your ground...." "Yeah. I'd rather he come to me than the other way around." "Uhm, so how's this spot?" he said just before I noticed we were no longer alone. "Tim, why did you leave?" Kerry said walking up to us. "I didn't leave. I was thrown out. Are you okay?" "I'm fine," Kerry said before looking over her shoulder at her grandfather a moment, then turned back towards me with a fading smile on her lips. "Of course she's fine!" Sheldon crooned as he walked up and put a more than friendly arm behind her back. "Why wouldn't she be?" "Well," I said with a slight edge to my voice. "Seeing as she had come down with me, but wasn't in the limo after I woke up, I was a little worried as to the reason why." "Well you can just stop your worryin'. I was enjoyin' my granddaughter's company too much to send her back so quickly..." "I bet you were," I said without reservation. "Tim..." Joey said worriedly. "Kerry my dear, would you show my girls where we be staying tonight? I have some unfinished business with our young master Tim he'ah." "Yes, Granddaddy," Kerry said uncertainly. "Now you alls get," Sheldon said when his two faithful companions didn't move to follow her. "I said, GO!" With a momentary questioning glance at their master's face, the two black beauties turned and followed the uncertain girl back to the harem without looking back. "Just because you called off your watch dogs doesn't..." I began. "Now look he'ah sah! I've had just about enough of your disrespectful tongue wagging. If you had any smarts about you, you would realize I wouldn't come all this way just to butt heads with you again. And you wouldn't have come back as you did if I had meant to do you harm." "Then just what are you here for?" I said after feeling him out and found he was speaking the truth for the most part. He glanced over at Joey, then before he could respond, Joey said, "I think I'll just go and check to see if Suzi..." "No you're not," I said, this time grabbing his arm and forcing him to stay put. I looked Sheldon in the eyes and said, "I'll just tell him afterwards, so there's not much point of him not hearing it in the first place." "You wouldn't if it endangered him to know such things," he said with earnestly. Despite distrusting his motivations, I sensed the truth in his words and understood exactly what he meant. "Now wait a minute," Joey said when he saw I had changed my mind. "If it would endanger me, then it will endanger you too. Maybe we all better not hear what he has to say." "Joey," I sighed before looking him in the eyes and saying, "I don't think anything he has to say will put me in any more... danger than I am already in, not that I really think I am. I promise, if there's any way you can help me by knowing whatever it is, I'll tell you, okay?" "Promise?" "Yeah, I said I promise." "All right. Just don't take all afternoon arguing over stupid stuff... Get to the point and get it over with. Got it?" "Yeah, I got it," I said. "Got it?" Joey said firmly while looking at Sheldon. "Yes, sah!" Sheldon responded with a humorous two fingered salute. "Good," Joey said with a slight grin. "Carry on then." "So that was the boy wonder whom you share your voice with," Sheldon said once Joey was out of hearing range. "Boy wonder?" I asked. "What else would you call a being whom can tap the power of a voice and share it with others?" "A pirate?" I said with a smirk. Sheldon chuckled slightly, then became extremely serious and looked up at the ceiling to say, "Damn your luck, Richard. Damn your luck." When he looked back at my stunned expression, he simply said, "My parlor is this way," and started walking down the hall. I followed him in silence while I considered not what it was he felt he must tell me, but why. I almost walked right into him when he stopped at an elevator, and for a moment I could sense the... commitment he felt about what he was planning on telling me. "You're nothing like Richard," he said after the doors closed and we began to rise. "I expect you're pleased to hear that." "I guess," I said, stupidly feeling a bit guilty about it. "He was a selfish bastard. Didn't give a damn about other people or any other living thing. To him life was just one big game. He never had to work to get anything, never appreciated anything he had of value, but never let anything of his go without making it more trouble than it was worth." "I thought you two were good friends?" "Friends?! I hated the man. But I can see why people would say that. Once I understood him, I found I could trust him." "Trust him?" I said as we stepped out of the elevator and entered a sort of sitting room on the top floor overlooking the harem chamber. "There aren't many people a voice can truly trust without having control over them, boy. Richard was a greedy child wanting to have all the toys, but like all children he found it was much more fun to play with the toys with someone else than by your lonesome." We each took a seat and took in the scene below before I looked over at him and asked "So you were playmates?" "Playmates, partners, competitors, co-conspirators. We spent five years watching each other's back, helping each other to gain what we wanted, and sharing in our conquests while working as slaves ourselves in Venezuela." "Gladius," I said under my breath while raising my defenses instinctively. "As I tried to tell you before, the Gladius you know is the son of the Gladius I spent five years working for and learning from. I know what that son of a bitch tried to do to you, and his old man would have castrated him for it if he was still alive. As long as I had known him he never used his girls like that." "My grandmother wouldn't agree with you, and she should know better than anyone." "So she did tell you something," he said, looking me in the eyes. "She told me enough that I wouldn't trust your Gladius anymore than my Gladius." "Wendy?" he said in disbelief. "What did she say, boy? You must have misunderstood her." "I didn't misunderstand her, and I swore to her to never tell." "Tim," he said with a new urgency to his voice. "Your grandmother meant a great deal to me. I met her my second day working for Gladius, and she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen in my short life. You ever experience love at first sight boy?" I swallowed nervously before saying, "Yes, I have." "She was the forbidden fruit in my garden of Eden. I adored her from afar for nearly a year before getting the nerve to simply talk to her, then spent another two years just being her friend while resisting making anything more of it. Then one day I accidentally saw Gladius and her having sex, and afterwards she knew something was bothering me. I don't remember who told who first, but we told each other we loved each other, and almost had sex right there if she hadn't stopped us. She always stopped us from going too far, her loyalty to her grandfather was absolute, even after he sold her a few months later." "You seem to be pretty loyal to him yourself for what he did to you indirectly." "I didn't blame him for anything, boy. I understood his reasons, and above all I believed in him, just as Wendy did. For six years after I left Gladius, I worked to get enough resources to buy her for myself. She was very valuable because of her breeding..." "No voices in her family tree for twelve generations," I commented. "Sounds like you've been talking to Wayne." "No, some old guy name Alfred. Who's Wayne?" "Wayne's Alfred's son. Alfred was here? I thought he retired." "Doesn't look like it. Although I think he almost retired permanently when I pointed out I was a fourth generation voice." "I bet he did," Sheldon chucked. "Probably couldn't accept you being Richard's grandson." "Yeah. He kept trying to convince me I was adopted or something. Especially with my mom having voice to." "Now you understand my reason's for wanting to meet you." "Yeah, I guess. I don't understand why you wouldn't make the same assumption as Alfred though." "You mean you not being Charlie's boy? Oh, I believe you are. No doubt in my mind. Richard always had the damnedest of luck." "Luck? You believe it's all luck?" "Believe? I don't just believe it! I fuckin' have proof!" he shouted. "Six men including myself did everything they could to get your grandmother pregnant, then Richard fucks her once and nine months later Charlie was born..." Sheldon suddenly lightened up and chuckled before saying, "The bastard considered it to have been bad luck. He never wanted to have children, and after all the attempts of getting Wendy pregnant failed before him, he didn't take any precautions." "Chuck said you lost her in a card game? If Richard always had such good luck, why did you bet her?" "Liquor, foolish pride, and a stroke of winning hands made me feel pretty cocky. That and the fact that through the years of being the fuck toy of other men, Wendy had lost her spirit. She was a different person, and I suppose so was I. But when I lost her to Richard, I found I couldn't let her go." "And that's when you bet the coin," I said. "Damn his luck," he said again while ironically looking out at his grandchildren. "You mean damn my luck," I said. "I mean, I'm the freak of nature. I'm the one with the wonder boy as my best friend. I'm the one who inherited the coin. Speaking of the coin, where did you get it? I've always wondered where it came from." "Found it on the street when I was a boy," he simply said. "Never showed it to anyone until I discovered my voice. I knew it was something special, but I didn't know why until I let Richard hold it and we figured it out." I suddenly noticed Sheldon's twins on their knees surrounded by a circle of male grandchildren, and it took me a moment to realize they were giving out blow jobs. I looked over at Sheldon a moment, and it was obvious we had reached the somewhat dangerous part of our conversation. We both went back to watching the women as they worked, bringing each boy to their knees in pairs, then stopping and going to the next before they could cum. They worked steadily for over a half hour before all eight boys were all sprawled out around them, completely under their spell. From the 22 year old man cock to the three year old pencil, all were at attention and waiting for whatever the girls wished to do next. "Do you recall the Tiananmen Square massacre?" "You mean when China's army went in and killed a bunch of students while they were all protesting a couple of months ago? Yeah, how could I forget?" "What would you have done if you had been there?" "I would have stopped them," I said very loudly. "And what would you have done then, Tim? Turned the army around and had them overthrow the Chinese government?" "I wouldn't have gone that far, but... I don't know. I just wouldn't have let all those people die for standing up for themselves." "So you would have simply prevented the deaths and nothing else?" "Yeah, if I could. Why?" "If those people hadn't died, we wouldn't be talking about it right now. The rest of the world would not have felt that slap in the face. A single voice could have prevented a natural moment of history from taking place. You understand the importance of history, boy?" "History: If man does not learn of the mistakes he has committed throughout the past, he is destined to repeat them," I quoted. "The history books do not mention the parts voices have played in our history. The Salem witch hunts were triggered by a voice who didn't understand what voice was. There have been many other instances where a voice is discovered and caused a panic, but the other voices of the time cover it up or completely erase the event from the minds of the mutes involved. But by doing so we lose those lessons and so we repeat them over and over again." "So we have the Cabal to thank for cleaning up our messes?" "The Cabal are only one of several secret organization of voices. But they only take care of the little threats. They are not prepared to take on the greater threats which have been also been left out of the history books." "Greater threats?" I echoed. "Just imagine what it would be like if someone put together an army of voices to take over the world. In the past voices were always limited by their geological location. Take the Roman and Greek gods for example." "They were voices?" "It took over a century before all of their children's children died and left no further heirs with voice, and we don't really understand why other voices didn't take their place after that. If there ever is another voice uprising, the human race will most like end in the largest bloodiest war in our history. "That is what they are here for," he said softly, indicating his two sucking pets. "No male can resist the temptation they represent. If an army of voices ever do appear, one by one the males will be seeded, and when the moment is right they will turn against any female accomplices and end the threat." "How do you know all this," I said after a few moments to reflect. "I mean, the more people who know about it the less likely it will work." "No one can force this information from me without killing me, and I have never told another soul until this very moment. Your father and I were conditioned by Gladius's head twins before we were made the soul masters of our twins. You appear to be a threat to Gladius's son because you broke your father's twin's bond to him. You are a voice with the empathic skills, but you are not invulnerable to another voice's control. And as I had suspected before meeting you, you are able to resist the twin's power. I may disagree on his methods, but I believe he was right that the safest place for a threat such as yourself would be right where Gladius could keep an eye on you and protect you from falling under another's control." "So that's what this is all about?" I said slowly. "You want me to.... go down to Venezuela and hide for the rest of my life??" "Others would prefer to simply... eliminate the threat all together, but I feel I owe it to your grandmother to see if I can make you see reason..." "Are you saying I'm in danger of being... assassinated?" I said, standing up. "Now that's not what I said!" "Well it sure sounded like it to me. I appreciate what all you've told me, and I swear I won't repeat it to anyone, but I think I've heard all I want to hear. Good bye, Sah..." "Tim!" he yelled after me as I left the room and didn't look back. "God Damn it, boy! I'm warnin' ya! If history does repeat itself, I'll come after you myself! And I won't be comin' to protect you! You hear me boy?!" "Fuck!" I spat as the elevator doors closed behind me. "Just what I fucking needed!" -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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