Message-ID: <21849asstr$945349800@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Rass Senip Subject: {ASSM} Tim, the Teenage MC - Chapter 20 (i/i) NEW!! Lines: 1374 X-Original-Message-ID: Reply-To: rass_senip@usa.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ELN-Date: 16 Dec 1999 05:59:22 GMT Date: Thu, 16 Dec 1999 08:10:00 -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: dennyw, IceAltar Tim, the Teenage MC By Rass Senip Chapter XX: Summer 89 Part 8 - Filling the Needs of One (mc, mf) Now before you get your panties in a bunch, let me explain what I was going through before Joey showed up. Hell, that's what. I couldn't move, couldn't see, I barely could blink, and while I was starting to think again, my thoughts weren't normal to say the least. I kept running the whole experience through my head over and over again because that's what Gladius had suggested for me to do when I started thinking again. I also had this deep motivation to be one with Eric, and without even having to think to do it, the moment Eric had covered my head up with the blanket, I formed a telepathic connection with him to replace the lost visual sensory information I was receiving about him. Poor Eric. He was lost in his emotions, literally scared witless, his mind in complete turmoil from breaking the conditioning Gladius had imposed on him and then watching Gladius die because of it. And with me recalling the scene over and over in my head while our minds were always trying to get in sync with each others, Eric couldn't rest a moment from the emotions he experienced for both of us. I knew the moment Joey arrived in the nursery. My sight for the symbols saw his cluster of streams suddenly appear at the edge of the void, along with another cluster, and a much smaller and different kind which I immediately recognized as Joey's coin. Something remarkable happened at that instant. Something I would have never believed without seeing it myself. Gladius's streams of symbols had long slowed and faded from my telepathic sight even before my father and then Kain had showed up. But the moment Joey entered, Gladius's streams suddenly reappeared, broke away, and were... pulled to Joey's coin like tiny iron fragments near a powerful electromagnet that had just been switched on. If my senses hadn't been so sharp, and the walls of the nursery hadn't been shielding them from all the telepathic background 'noise', I probably wouldn't have noticed it... It happened so fast too... Like in a blink of an eye. While Joey was punching his way through the floor in the adjoining room, Eric was going nuts from the noise and the threat it seemed to him to be. I hadn't felt any emotions per say until Eric was so scared he urinated momentarily, and at that point Joey broke through the floor and I started feeling angry as he was making Eric feel that way. My mind was regaining some of it's cognitive functions while Joey and Eric were playing cat and mouse, and it was when Eric started projecting his emotions in short bursts at Joey that I reached a point where I could take some kind of action to end the whole mess. The brief empathic contact I had with Eric after telling him no was the most intense empathic connection I've experienced in my life. For a brief moment, Eric and I were one being, our minds in perfect sync and clear of the emotional chaos running rampant through Eric's soul. So after that moment passed, Eric understood Joey was not a danger to us, but because of that moment of clarity and freedom from his untamable emotions, he instinctively clung to me knowing only I could give him the calmness he so desperately needed. >From my perspective, everything had been going fine until Joey and my dad had showed up. Okay, so it hadn't been perfect, but Joey's somewhat violent intrusion of punching a hole through the floor caused a series of thoughts and emotions to be linked together, all concerning Joey and the negative results of his actions. So by the time Joey came back after helping the others in, I was fairly angry, and Joey just happened to be the perfect target for that anger. I knew it hurt him, and at the time I felt it would teach him a lesson. What lesson, I don't know, but I wasn't exactly running on all eight cylinders at the time. After both my dad and Kain examined us, Joey helped Eric take me into one of the sleeping chambers and then left Eric and I alone to recupe. We both were exhausted from all the energy we had expended, but I wasn't able to fall asleep until several hours after Eric simply because I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. For the next couple of days, Eric was the center of my life, as I was his. Part of the reason was I just didn't feel like I wanted to associate myself with anyone else, but more than that I couldn't stand how upset Eric got when someone else was around us, and couldn't bear being away from me even an instant. So for the most part we were left alone, my father being the only one to check in on us besides the Brady twins bringing us food and the elder twins who never left my dad's side. I knew my father was not himself, yet I could feel his fatherly feelings towards me hadn't changed. When I asked him who he believed he was, he said, "I'm still trying to sort that out myself. For the most part I am Gladius, Grandfather of all the empathic twins. But I also know all that Charles knew, and feel some of his feelings. But right now you need to focus yourself on Eric, not me. And I have a lot of work to do before I can let go of who I am right now." I had a hard time convincing my mom everything was all right when I called her the next day, and nothing I said would change her mind about coming straight down to make sure both my dad and I were really all right. That was the first time I ever gave my mom a direct order with a threat behind it if she didn't comply. Oh, she'd done it to me hundreds of times, but nothing like this, and never something so serious before. But it was just another worry to stack up on the pile of worries while I was nursing Eric back to something like his old self. I didn't see Joey again until the week after Gladius's death, and that was only briefly since my mom wanted to talk to him after me. I listened to his description of what he had been doing the past several days, which mostly sounded like he was having a pretty good time with his old teen voice friends. For some reason he left out how he had just finished helping restore Joy and Honey. I didn't find that out until Kain told me the morning before we left for home. Speaking of Kain, he brought Jack into the nursery to meet me the day after I heard Joey telling my mom about him on the phone. One look at the kid and I could tell he was different than any other voice I had met. He had an aura of preserved innocence about him, like he was immune to the corruption he was constantly exposed to. Even Eric felt it, and that's probably why Jack was the first person Eric felt comfortable being around besides me. The three of us spent the whole afternoon talking about, shit, everything I think. And that included the symbols which Jack could see as well. When Jack challenged me to a telepathic duel, I tried to blow it off saying I didn't want strain myself after all I had been through. Jack really knows how to get under your skin when he wants something from you. I ended up agreeing to the duel just to shut him up, and Eric was grinning like a fool the whole time since it was pathetically clear to him I really hadn't had a choice from the start. The duel lasted about thirty seconds before I overcame his defenses and made him do a little dance before letting him go. He was a good sport, and while he was disappointed, I sensed he really hadn't expected to win. And by the time he left, I had the distinct impression he had realized something. Like he knew a secret I would have been interested in knowing, but he didn't dare tell it to me for some reason. The next day, Kain took Eric, Joey, and I up the mountain to meet Lea, Zoe, and their month old baby boy Ian. The moment I sensed Lea approaching our position to meet us, I felt my heart sink from the way her remarkable symbols were different than everyone else's. They didn't have the crystal like quality that Jennifer's had, but they were uniquely different enough to bring back a lot of old feelings concerning Her. Zoe's symbols were pretty much like her daughters, yet Ian's were for the most part normal. There was something different about the infant's swirls and streams, but they definitely didn't have the... unique energy intensity like the females had. I still grin at all the little hints and teases Zoe made that day without any of us having a clue that's what they were. I did sense a great deal of wisdom from both Zoe and Lea, and that there was something more going on that just a simple meeting of past acquaintances. Little did I know how much in common I had with those people in that cave. Things had happened over those two weeks that I still feel I should have been a part of. First of all there was the matter of my dad and his... confusion of who he really was. As I found out from Kain later, my dad had been carrying Gladius senior's memories around with him since the day of Gladius's death in 1967. The fifty nine year old man had become very attached to my dad, and after breaking the news of my parental grandfather's mass suicide, Gladius senior had followed my dad when he ran out into some of the caves underneath the palace. Venezuela has a history of having fairly serious earthquakes, and despite the fact they were nearly two hundred miles from the epicenter near Caracas, there was enough of a shake to cause a catastrophic cave in. My dad found Gladius half buried in the rubble, still breathing, but with serious injuries. Gladius Jr. was in Mexico City at the time, and despite there being other teen voices in the area, my dad wasn't strong enough telepathically to contact them through the panic of all the inhabitants. When Gladius regained consciousness, he was able to contact one of the voices who immediately organized a rescue party to dig them out. But as the hours went by waiting for them to reach them, Gladius grew weaker and weaker and knew he might die before help arrived. Nothing was more important to him than the continuation of his work, and the only person he truly trusted to take over his work was his son who simply wasn't ready to do so. He realized his only hope was to transfer his immense storehouse of knowledge to someone else before he died, and the only person who knew enough about how to do that was thankfully someone he trusted and was there at his side. My dad's memories of Gladius's death along with the following week and a half were purposely hidden from him to protect what was implanted deep within his mind. Even my mother while going through his mind two years later completely missed the hidden store of memories and knowledge. Only the people directly involved in transferring the bulk of the knowledge into Gladius Jr. knew of this secret at the time Joey and my father had began their quest. There had been one other person who knew of the secrets stored there, but she could never betray her Grandfather and son by revealing it to anyone. My grandmother took that information to the grave with her, and my father will never know what truly caused her death. Was it her breaking of her oath to her Grandfather by tell me of the twin's true loyalties? Or was it something else like old age, or the sense of being redundant in her son's married life. Zoe and the eldest twins were the ones who had made the transfer back in 1967, and did so again this time. But what happened leading up to this is best told by Joey who was responsible for making it all happen. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shit. I thought my part was done already. Well since he gave it back to me, I'll just take it all the way to the end. Before I get to the part about Charles though, I want to cover what went on outside the nursery that week. Ever since I remembered Tim's phone call, I felt like that was my chance to make it up to him, to prove to him I'd never let him down again like I had at Northwest State. I wanted so badly to... Shit, this sound's pathetic, but I wanted to be the one to find him, and to be able to hold him as he cried because I had come to rescue him. But instead of being the knight in shining armor, I was the blind fool who had continued on my quest for glory even after realizing that Tim's life probably wasn't in danger, receiving Lea's advice to return home, and basically allowed myself to go along with Charles even after seeing his goals were not the same as mine. I felt like I had betrayed him again, irrationally as that may sound. That I should have resisted my urges and trusted in his abilities and judgment until it was obvious something had gone wrong. But most of all, I was hurt by the fact that he hadn't needed me. After helping Eric carrying Tim into the sleeping quarters, Tim made it clear that he needed to be left alone with Eric as much as possible. So as much as it pained me to do, I left their room, then found myself locked inside the nursery while Kain, Charles, and the eldest twins, who all seemed unaffected by the chaotic grief outside, went out and quickly gathered all the twins together. Just like that, everything became calm again outside. I, however, had felt like doing some crying, but they had stopped what would have been perfect cover to so before I could take advantage of it. After they unlocked the nursery and twins started flooding in, I avoided Kain and Charles, not wanting to draw their attention to me while they were so busy with all the twins, and eventually drug myself through the rain to the garden house, seeking the comfort of the friends I hadn't realized I still had until that afternoon. After Jack had made them aware that the emotional strain Whitney was under had triggered the start of the birth process, Whitney and Gordon struggled for over an hour trying to hold it off until they could get help. When I arrived, Whitney had four women from the surrounding buildings helping her as she struggled to bare down again for another round of strenuous pushing while Gordon was in the bathroom trying to recover from throwing up and passing out. He had been trying to help remove Whitney's shorts and panties when he witnessed the baby's mass moving downwards moments before her water broke and it spilled out onto his hands. I had never personally witnessed a birth before, but Tim once shared some of his memories of when he had telepathically experienced a couple of births from both a baby's perspective and the mother's. So I guess you could say I had an insider's grasp of what was going on. But seriously, after watching Whitney struggle and strain for several long hours, I just wanted to reach in and pull the baby out for her. I knew that really wasn't possible, and after Peter, Jonas, Beatrice, Connie, and two new girls I hadn't met before showed up, the women had me and Gordon leave and only let the others in two at a time. When Peter's and Connie's turn was over, they came out with their arms behind each other supportively, both with worried expressions while Peter said, "She's so worn out, I wish I could just reach in and pull it out of her to get it over with." "So did I," I said as Beatrice gave him a hug. "I probably would too if I could stand to be that close to it," Gordon admitted. "If anything happens to her..." Jonas said, running his hands through his hair before clasping them on top of his head and leaving them there. A round of murmured agreements circled the group, making me feel like the outsider I was for not having joined them. "Uhm, I want to thank you guys for doing what you did to help me out," I said a few minutes later to Jonas and Peter. "If there's anything I can ever do to repay you, just say so." "How about having Whitney's baby for her," Jonas kidded. "I would if I could," I said seriously. "Me too," Gordon and Peter said almost at the same time. "I wish Chris was here," Connie said. "I can't believe he's missing this." "Where is Chris?" I asked. "He and Squeak are still helping the others sort out the mess and figure out who all's dead," Peter answered. "Dead?" I repeated. "You mean people died?" "Shit yeah. Didn't you see what we were doing when I asked you to help?" Gordon asked. "Well, sort of. I mean, I though you were all doing that and trying to stop the grief somehow, but then got so caught up in it that you couldn't break free." "We couldn't break free without letting more people kill themselves," Gordon said. "You were just lucky that Squeak was able to wake up Peter and Jonas so they could take up his slack while he went off with you." "Shit. You mean because of me, people died?" I said, horrified. "Nah," Jonas said. "Squeak may have a big voice, but Peter and I can cover five times the area working together than Squeak can by himself." "Yeah, we did do good, didn't we," Peter said before suddenly throwing a powerful punch at Jonas's face, but stopped it before it hit and just gave him a playful tap on the chin. "So who won the fight, anyway?" Beatrice asked after Jonas and Peter tapped their fists together in a show of friendship. "The twins," they both said before shuttering at the memory of their 'correction'. Drew, one of the two fourteen year old blonde newbie girls, came out saying, "Bea? I think you better talk to Whitney. She doesn't want to push anymore." "Shit," Peter and Jonas muttered as Beatrice got up and went in. "She's so damn tired," Gordon added a moment later. "I wish I could give her some of my energy." Peter saw the look on my face and suddenly recalled what my share link had done for him while battling the girls last year. When I noticed his questioning stare, I said, "Alright, I'll do it. But don't blame me if she shoots the kid across the room when she gets a jolt of the Joey Conner super pick-me-up share link." "The what?" Drew asked as I got up. I thought I had left the others behind to explain, but after I entered the room and tried closing the door after me, I found them all following me in. I realized her contractions had just subsided again for the hundredth time from the way she laid there limp while gasping for her breath. Knowing I didn't have much time before the next round, I ran to the bathroom and washed my hands as best I could before stepping up to home plate. I figured between my share link, the memories Tim had shared with me, and my textbook understanding of the procedure involved, I would be the best one to deliver the baby. The surprising thing was, nobody tried to stop me. I nearly passed out from the sight of her vagina and the little bit of fluid still coming out of it. I had to close my eyes and mentally brace myself before I could go on, and couldn't stop the shakiness when I said to her, "Tell me when you feel you're about to start pushing again, then after I form a share link with you, push as hard as you can, all right? It should give you a big enough boost of energy to pop that watermelon of yours right out." "Then get ready to catch, cause here IT COMES!" Whitney groaned out as her body tensed up again. I actually had a little trouble forming the share link with her since I hadn't mentioned she had to accept it by consciously sharing her... uhm... life force, I guess, with me. She eventually did do it when she tried to ask me where the help was I promised, and shit... Did she suck the juice out of me when she did. Of course nothing is ever as easy as it first appears. Child birth isn't just a matter of pushing hard enough to push the baby out. The cervix, the muscular entrance to the uterus where the baby resides, has to be pulled up into the walls of the uterus and then dilate open to allow the baby to pass out through the vagina. Only at that point does it actually become a matter of pushing the kid out. I spent over an hour probing her body and trying to focus her contractions to open up her birthing gate, and I can't tell you how happy I was when we finally felt the baby was finally moving down the birth canal with each push and then suddenly I could see the head between her vaginal lips. But when I saw that head emerging from her like a... damn, nothing really comes close to it. Anyway, I just got so excited. At first I just tried to help open her up with my fingers, but before I knew it, I was holding the whole head in my hands. I panicked when Whitney paused in her pushing a moment, thinking she was going to stop and the baby would die from lack of blood flow to its head or something. But before I could do anything about it, Whitney took another raspy deep breath and shoved the kid out another three or four inches. I had to resist my urges to pull the baby out by its head, but once its shoulders were out and I found its armpits, I slipped my fingers partially inside Whitney one hand at a time and managed to help pull the already wiggling creature from its mother's womb. It came out so fast at that point, I found myself holding the baby in front of me for several seconds before one of the women started to take it from me while another snipped it's umbilical cord with a pair of scissors. I was pretty overwhelmed by what I had just done, and just kind of stayed at the end of the bed on my knees while the women got the baby breathing and started cleaning it up as it screamed. It wasn't until after the baby had been bathed and wrapped up in a towel that I looked back at where it had come out, then leapt backwards and knocked Gordon down on top of me from seeing... blahhhchk... Shit... Sorry. They said it was just the placenta, but for a moment I had thought she had pushed so hard her guts were coming out... heh.. "You all right?" I asked Gordon, lifting him off and setting him down beside me. "Yeah, I'm.." he began as my hands released his bare arms, the gunk on them having dried enough to make them stick to his skin. "OH GROSS! Uuuaaahhh YUUUCK!" Gordon said, scrambling to his feet and rushing to the bathroom to wash his arms off. Jonas laughed so hard he fell down, but the others had missed what happened since they had clustered around the bed as the newborn was given to her mother. I was feeling the drain on my body from the share link with Whitney, and after Gordon had finished in the bathroom, I washed up and then made myself comfortable on the couch on the other side of the suite. I dozed off pretty quickly, but woke up when the rest of the teen voices arrived. I laid there listening to their exclaims and arguments of who the baby looked like, and for some reason held my breath as Peter described what I had done. When I felt Chris probing for my whereabouts, I started to get up, but then felt a little dizzy when I tried standing up. "You look almost as bad as Whitney," Chris commented from bedroom's doorway. "How is she?" I said, sitting back against the couch's plush cushions. "Pretty perky for someone who just went through six hours of labor," Peter answered for him as he emerged and Chris disappeared back into the bedroom. "Shit, no wonder I feel like a depleted battery," I somewhat joked. "You hungry or want something to drink?" Peter offered, walking towards the kitchen. "Actually yeah. I wouldn't mind something wet. My tongue feels like I've been licking the bathroom floor. Is there any juice?" "Yeah. Orange and apple." "Apple. No wait. Orange. Shit. Either one, I don't care." I closed my eyes as he poured me a glass, then it seemed like the very next moment he was pressing the cold glass against my cheek. "Thanks," I said sleepily as I reached to take it. "Hey, don't give him that," Chris said coming from the bedroom carrying the baby in his arms. "Why not?" Peter asked. "Because then he can't hold this," he said, sitting down next to me and gently transferring the baby to my arms. "Shit, she's so small," I said gently. "Hey!" Peter exclaimed softly while slapping the back of my head. "Don't cuss around my little girl." "Our little girl," Chris said firmly as I examined her little hand with my right thumb and forefinger. "So you're both going to be the daddy?" "And Jonas and Gordon," Peter said. "Shit she's got a grip too!" I exclaimed when the little hand squeezed my forefinger, then added, "OW! Stop that!" when Peter slapped my head again. "Stop cussing then," Peter hissed. "Shi... Fine, then I can't talk," I said with frustration as the little girl started to cry. "Okay... baby want's her mommy," Liz announced as she rushed over from the bedroom after my pathetic attempts of hushing the child failed. "Uhm, yeah. Please," I said as she took her out of my arms. "Did those men make you cry? Shame on them," Liz said soothingly as she headed back to the bedroom. When Chris or Peter didn't move to follow her in, but also didn't say anything after a minute, I asked, "I haven't heard anyone mention what you're all going to call the kid." "Amanda," Chris simply said. I sensed they were telepathically discussing something with each other, but from the way they were just sitting beside me, I had the feeling they were planning on including me in on whatever they were thinking about. "So Joe..." Peter finally began. "You got back together with that girlfriend, right? The one you were all broken up about last year?" "Yeah," I said cautiously, sensing he was going somewhere with it. "What about it?" "Just wondering," Peter said hesitantly. "So what about you two? Are either of you serious with someone?" "As a mater of fact..." Chris began. Peter cut him off saying, "That's actually kind of complicated." "Relationships usually are," I said looking Peter in the eye a moment. "But you guys seem to have smoothed things out between you and the girls. I can't even guess which of you are going with which right now." That kind of disturbed Peter, so I said, "So what makes it more complicated than normal? What are you guys trying to tell me without wanting to tell me?" "The nine of us... Beatrice, Liz, Whitney, Connie, Annette, me, Peter, Jonas, and Gordon... We don't want to forget each other," Chris said a little shakily. "What he means is, when we're made to leave, we don't want to lose each other. Especially now that we just finally worked things out," Peter said. "We were hoping..." Peter didn't finish his sentence when Chris suddenly got up and went over to the window, so I said "Hoping for what?" "Would you... Take us with you?" Peter whispered like he was afraid he'd be overheard. "What, all of you?" I said softly, yet not so soft Chris couldn't hear. "Just the nine of us. The newbies aren't part of... uhm... us." "Shit, Peter... What makes you think I can help you guys get out of here? I mean, I'm pretty sure my memories will be edited before I can leave myself." "Yeah, but you have a family and... your girlfriend to go back to. All we have is each other. Or at least that's all I have," Peter said, getting up and joining Chris at the window. Chris put his arm across Peter's shoulders, and for a minute they both stood there staring out the window, never even glancing at each other. I could sense they were communicating telepathically again, but they didn't offer to share their thoughts with me so I didn't pry. Beatrice startled me when she sat down beside me without me noticing she had entered the room. She smiled gently at me a moment, taking my hand in hers and saying "Chris is scheduled to leave in two months, and I'm supposed to leave in five. But we've all come so close that we stopped having sex with anyone but each other, got rid of our slaves..." "Leaving them..." Chris said emotionally from the window. "Just the concept of it is killing me. I can't stand thinking that in two months time I'll forget every...." "Awe, Chris..." Peter said as Chris buried his face into his best friend's shoulder. "Come on, man... You said you wouldn't do this." "I'm sorry... I can't help it," Chris said muffled from Peter's shoulder. All the other veteran voices except Whitney gathered around them and formed a big giant group hug, most of them sniffing, especially the girls. Squeak, Drew, and the other newbie named Vanessa, all kept their distance from the bedroom entrance, but apparently weren't oblivious to what was going on. Once they all had regained their composure a bit, I said, "Look I... Shit, you guys. If you're asking me to help orchestrate some kind of escape plan for all of you... You're talking to the wrong person. The only reason I got out of here last time with all my marbles intact was because of Lea and Zoe. My own escape plan didn't work." "But it was Lea who told us to ask you," Liz said. "She did?" I said, completely surprised. "But.. But... But why? And when?" "After Chris and I went through your memories and kept getting sick, Liz and Bea went to her for help," Peter explained. "We thought you had somehow made Chris and Peter sick or something. But Lea said it wasn't a sickness, but just opposite, and to trust what they remembered because it was our key to prevent ever losing what we've gained since your last visit." "But that doesn't mean _I_ can help you all to escape," I pointed out. "No, but she also said that you were responsible for bringing us together, and that you could help us stay together if we trusted you." "Shit. She really said that?" I said, sliding down the back of the couch to lay down. "I don't know guys... I mean, I'll try my best, but..." "Joe, this is why we're so desperate for your help," Connie said as they all stepped up to the couch, the guys behind the girls, all holding hands but Liz and Connie who offered their free ones to me. I hesitantly took their hands, then felt their minds inviting me to join them in what I instantly recognized as a partial three way... er.. Well, in this case it was a partial nine way. Although it wasn't anything I hadn't done before, I admit it was neat to have the choice of four different female bodies to choose from. And it wasn't as... easy as when Suzi and I had done it with Tim, simply because Tim had done all the work of forming the links and keeping them straight, while here it was more or less every man or woman for themselves. But what I didn't expect was finding they were not just sharing their bodies with each other, but their minds as well. Annette surprised me when at her invitation to look in her head, I discovered I had full access to every memory, thought, and desire she had. I felt like I was running my fingers through her soul before coming across her memories of her miscarriage and needing to step back to take a breath as it were. I fell asleep on them soon after that, but they didn't mind since they knew I was still linked with Whitney, sharing my strength with her to help her recover faster. When I awoke the next morning, I was in bed in one of the other garden house suites, and it took me a few moments to realize the share link had broke during the night. I found Whitney's mind awake and attempted to form the share link again, not listening to her when she attempted to convince me she didn't need it any more. Whitney finally admitted she would probably benefit from the link, but didn't want to impose on me, especially if I wanted to join the others in another group link. She wasn't trying to deceive me, yet that set off an alarm in my head. The main reason Tim, Suzi and I had stopped having three ways was because they were so damn addictive and didn't let us enjoy having sex in a regular way as much. When Annette and Liz brought me breakfast, insisting they were doing it because they could see I was still tired from the share link with Whitney, I could see there was another reason from the glints in their eyes. I pretended to not notice their suggestive feels and looks, but when Liz outright felt my admittedly aroused cock through my shorts, I said, "Don't." "What? Why not?" Liz said, Annette pausing to deliver another bite of toast. "Because I know if you do, I'll end up joining in a three way with you, and eventually I won't be able to say no to any of you. I understand what you're trying to offer me. But I already have that back home. I'm sorry." "But..." Annette stuttered. "We can make you happier than she could." "I doubt that," I said honestly. "Look, what you all have now is something special, I admit. But it isn't permanent. You're not always going to feel this way about each other. Sooner or later, one by one you'll meet someone else, someone you can have all to yourself, who doesn't want anyone else. I know you can't imagine ever giving up the group for just one person, but... Well, Lea said to trust me, and this is what I'm feeling in my gut." "Lea said if we trusted you, you'd help us stay together," Liz said accusingly. "What you're suggesting is just the opposite." "Are you sure that's what she said?" I said gently. "I mean, those weren't her exact words, were they?" "No, but..." "I bet you if you asked her to repeat what she said, you'd perceive her meaning differently now. I think she likes to talk in riddles, you know?" "So you're not going to help us," Annette said coldly. I looked at her a moment, noticing for the first time how much her breasts had grown over the year, and couldn't help ogling them when I saw she wasn't wearing a bra and I could see her nipples through her thin t-shirt. She had this... seductive look in her eyes when I looked back up to her face, but that disappeared when I said, "I never said that. I just don't think we really know what kind of help you guys really need yet." They left me alone when they saw they weren't going to get anywhere with me, but while I took a shower, Annette slipped in with me, and after explaining it was her suite we were in, I gave up on trying to get her to leave. Okay, I couldn't resist not messing around in the shower like that, so sue me. She knew exactly what guys liked, probably out of months of experimentation and probing her male voice partners' minds, and quite expertly used her body to get my full cooperation. But I didn't fuck her. Once I turned down her offer the first time, she didn't try to tempt me into doing it again. Instead I explored her breasts, then stood there patiently letting her explore mine along with the rest of me, discovering she was still trying to get the hang of deep throating when she tried swallowing my cock and choked pretty badly a few times. When I tried returning the oral favor, nothing my tongue did to her clit or cunt satisfied her. I felt kind of bad about being unable to get her to orgasm, but I knew the only way I could do that would be to have a two way with her, and I wasn't going to start doing that. Annette didn't receive her satisfaction until Peter, Chris and Gordon got off their shifts and gang banged her three ways. While it was only Annette getting fucked, they all experienced it, and that included Whitney. I was feeling pretty down by that evening, especially after talking to Suzi. Fifteen minutes wasn't near long enough, but the line wasn't that great and since it was a really long distance phone call, we didn't want run up the bill too much. Shit. I still can't believe we worried about that. And don't get me wrong. I liked all the teen voices, and we did have some fun that week. But I wanted to go home, and the weight of somehow fixing their problems didn't help. Unfortunately, Charles insisted that I waited until Tim and Eric were ready to return also, and that meant I had to stay for at least a couple of weeks. Strangely enough, I still had some vain hope that Tim would need my help somehow. Funny how I wanted to help him, but didn't want the responsibility of having to help the others. Well, at least I didn't have to worry about the three newbies. Vanessa, Drew, and Jack weren't part of the group nine way thing. The girls had had sex with the four veteran male voices, but hadn't been interested in the group thing since everything was still pretty new to them, especially the concept of having slaves. And Jack... He just wasn't interested in sex. Well, that's not true, for he did have sex with Drew once while I was there, but it didn't consume his free time like it did with all the other voices. Oh, Jack could talk the dirty talk, yet always somehow avoided cussing or having to demonstrate anything to prove what he said. Not that the others didn't try. They were constantly trying to corrupt him with their ways. Even I tried talking him into try fucking a girl in the butt sometime. As the week drug by, I tried to stay busy, doing my work outs, always waiting for that fifteen minute conversation with Suzi each day which always seemed too fucking short. I spent a lot of time just walking around the village, sometimes even stopping by the pit or the branding station, the pit equivalent for male slaves. I never really stayed very long because of the... temptations and the bad memories those temptations liked to bring, but I didn't really find anything else to do during the day until the following week. Oh, I did join them Saturday in their weekly game up on the mountain. The rules were a little different than before. The whole purpose of the game was to strengthen their abilities to work as a team while exposing each other's weaknesses. But without the threat of something nasty happening to them if the other side loses, they didn't have the... deep motivation behind their offensive attacks. But they still had enough reason to play the game (Lea), and they played it well enough to keep them from going soft in the mind wrestling department. Everyone would pull a marble out of bag, and the team you were on depended on whether you had a blue or red marble. When Jack mentioned he had come up with the marble idea, I said, "That was a good idea, Jack. I wish I had thought of that." He stuck his tongue out at me, but then gave me this sparkling smile that kind of reminded me of Tim's at his age. I had wanted to take it all back when the first thing Jack did when we started the first round was take me out. Shit, he was a powerful little shit. He single handedly took each one of my teammates out before his teammates started yelling at him for showing off. It didn't surprise me in the least when Peter mentioned Jack had never been selected by Lea, but you could have struck us all down with a feather when Jack let it slip why. "Don't be gross. She's family." "What?" everyone of us who had heard him exclaimed. "Uhm..." Jack said, turning red. "What do you mean by that, Squeak!?!" Gordon said, easily overpowering him physically and putting him in a headlock. "OW! Stop, Gordon!" Squeak squeaked from inside Gordon's arm. "Gordon, let him go," Jonas said commandingly. "But this is the only way to get straight answers out of him," Gordon complained while complying. "No it isn't. You just never asked very nicely, you bone head," Squeak said, rubbing his neck then straightening his hair. "Jack, what did you mean by Lea being family?" I said calmly. "See? Now if you could just ask me plain out like that without..." "SQUEAK!" practically everyone yelled at the same time. "Okay, okay..." he said, turning red again. "Lea is sort of my cousin..." "By Kain or by Zoe?" I asked after a few of the others exclaimed their disbelief. "Gordon, stop! I'm warning you!" Jack said as Gordon tried to grab him for another head lock. "You're making this up!" Gordon said, chasing Jack around the campfire. "Okay, fine! I'm making it up! Now leave me alone!" Jack said, apparently commanding Gordon's legs to cross to trip him, then ran off into the darkness around us. "Told ya," Gordon snorted after picking himself off the ground. "I new he'd break sooner or later. He's always flapping his lips about something he's done or has, but no way that twerp is related to Lea. No fuckin' way." >From the way Jack didn't come back to the campfire until after our second round and Lea taking Liz with her as her pick, I wondered why Jack put up with Gordon's bullying, and wasn't convinced that Jack hadn't been telling the truth. But I didn't ask him since it was obvious Jack didn't want to discuss it from the frown he wore the rest of the night. After my daily phone call to Suz that next Monday, I ran across Joy and Honey going in as I was going out. They were as cold as any other pair of twins, and I think the only reason they went with me to see Charles was because they couldn't resist the opportunity to be with their master like that. Charles was sitting at Gladius's desk when we arrived, and to my surprise the eldest twins weren't anywhere to be seen. Of course there were another pair of twins standing on each side of his chair, but I think it had been the first time since the day Gladius died that I had seen him with out the elder twins. "I'm kind of busy now, Joey. Can't this wait?" Charles said. The desk was clear of papers, and he wasn't on the phone, so I said, "No it can't. What do you intend to do about Joy and Honey?" "I don't intend to do anything. They are as they were intended to be." "But that's not what you told me before," I said, sitting down. "That isn't important now." "I doubt you'll feel the same way when you go back to being Charles again." "But I am Charles now." "Oh really?" I said with a mocking tone. "Then tell me, _Charles_. Do you still miss your mother?" "My mother?" Charles repeated unsurely. "Don't you remember why you really came here?" "We came here to find Tim." "_I_ came here to find Tim. You used my desire to find Tim as an excuse to find out why, and this is how you said it, why Gladius took your girls from you forever, and if he had anything to do with your mother's death. So, Charles... Do you know the answers now? I'd sure the hell like to know the answer to the first one, since I loved the way Joy and Honey were before they turned to ice like this." Charles just sat there silently staring at me, so I stared back to wait for his answer. Our little stare-fest ended when several minutes later Kain walked in saying, "You called me Grandfather?" which diverted my attention, and my eyes, to him. "Yes Kain. I've had a change of heart concerning my original bonded twins. I'd like you to try your theory out on them to see if you can restore them to their original personas." "Are you sure?" Kain asked surprised. "They will lose their full potential again." "Joey has reminded me I won't always see everything the same way as I do now. I owe my... benefactor at least to attempt to give him back some of what I... he lost because of my son's actions." "I understand. But in order for me to restore these twins, I'll need someone who knew them intimately. That should be you, or perhaps Tim." "I'm afraid the Charles you need isn't available right now, and Tim needs at least another week with Eric before spending any time away from his bonded pair. "Joey. You said you knew them, and you don't seem to have anything constructive to do with your time. Go with Kain and do what he tells you. If you are not what they need, we will just have to wait for Tim." I left with Kain and the twins to go back to his lab, and as we left the palace I asked him where the eldest twins were. Kain smiled slightly a few moments before saying, "They were in the office right in front of you, Joey... Under the desk." "Oh... Heh. Shit, I guess he was kind of busy after all." Once we reached lab, Kain had me stay there with the twins to see if I could feel out anything familiar about them while he went to the nursery for a while. After about an hour of getting nowhere with the twins, Kain finally came back and started explaining what I was going to have to do. I don't mind telling you his instructions were way over my head, and after stating that fact to him, he said he didn't have the time to oversee everything himself. So he gave me a choice. I could either wait another week for Tim, or he could just download the knowledge into my persona via the twins and then allow me to take care of it all on my own. The idea was extremely tempting, but at the same time it was also very frightening. I ended up agreeing to do it, but I was shaking like a leaf when Kain and I laid down and waited for Joy and Honey to mount us to do the transfer. Unfortunately I have no memories of the next three days in which I apparently spent day and night with the twins. Jack said later I never left the lab, and when he had gone in to visit me, I wouldn't let him stay long enough to see anything I was doing. To my dismay, I couldn't tell much had changed about them afterwards. But when they had been very... insistent about letting them wake me in the mornings in their usual way, I took that to be a good sign that they were on the road to recovery. And after I took them back to see Charles, Charles seemed so pleased with the results that he named me as their guardian. I had just learned several days before that almost all the twins within the walls of the fortress/village were permanently bonded to Gladius junior, only a few of the older ones having been bonded to Gladius senior way back when. Whoever they were bonded to was their only true master, but they also had a single guardian who retained all the privileges of their master and whose orders could only be overridden by their master. This was so if their master died, they couldn't be transferred to someone who their master or Gladius hadn't approved of. Gladius was always the guardian in cases of twins like Joy and Honey who had been bonded to Charles when they had been young. Naturally Kain was the guardian of all Gladius junior's girls, but Kain was still pretty damn busy for a couple days having to rebond all the older twins originally bonded to Gladius Senior to himself. So as you can see, I was extremely flattered by Charles's pronouncement, and certainly didn't think twice about accepting his gift of gratitude. I can't tell you how excited I was taking the twins back to the slut house just to show off my newly acquired position. That day was the only day I remember not feeling down or wishing I could go home. None of the guy voices had ever experienced a genuine twin blow job, and even little innocent Jack couldn't resist accepting my offer after hearing about it from the others. I think the power I had over the twins must have went to my head. I mean, the twins loved doing everything I asked them to do, so I don't feel the least bit guilty about that. But the fact that I had so easily accepted the role of being their master like that, and had used them for my own satisfaction, I couldn't believe I had done that with someone whom I had known as long as the twins. So after fucking just one of them and then letting the other suck down the results, I went on a bit of a guilt trip while they slept on either side of me that night. As if that wasn't enough, the next morning Jack woke me up to tell me Zoe had invited me, Tim and Eric up to the cave that afternoon, and that Kain would be taking us up there around noon. I admit I was excited about seeing Zoe and Lea, but after the way Tim gave me the cold shoulder the day before when I had talked to his mom on the phone before I had taken the twins back to Charles, I felt uncomfortable about spending the whole afternoon with him like that. But while we were climbing the mountain, both Eric and Tim were as warm as the sun was, and believe me, it shone really bright that early afternoon. I was actually feeling pretty good by the time we made it to the clearing where the voices still had their weekly game, but that's when Tim and Eric started acting... love sick, I think. Lea met us down the path a ways, and I couldn't help but give her my hand when she held hers out to me. I could see Kain knew it was Lea who was holding my hand instead of the opposite, but I don't think Tim or Eric did. After introductions had been done, Zoe gave Tim and Eric a small sample of her own powerful magic touch as Kain rocked his son in the rocking chair a while. Lea invited me to walk with her outside, probably sensing the hundreds of questions I had for her. Yet the only one I ended up daring to ask was about what Lea had told Beatrice and Liz about me helping them and the other teen voices. "I told them to trust you because you are the only one who can help them retain everything they have gained since you left us last year." "I know I'm not going to get a straight answer, but how am I supposed to do that?" Lea paused in her steps, gently tugged on my arm to make me kneel before her, then smiled in her misleading childlike way for a moment from the anxious and excited expression I must of had. She ever so gently rubbed my right cheek with her feather soft fingers, but then brushed my lips with them before playfully probing between them. I opened my mouth to allow her passage, then allowed her to take a hold of my tongue and stretch it out as far as it could go. When she eventually let it go, she watched me slide it back into my mouth, then smiled again with a twinkle in her eyes. "Why did you let me do that?" she stated. "I don't know... I guess because... Uhm.. I don't know... Does this have to do with the answer to my question?" "No," she said with another smile. "Then why did you..." "Because I wanted to." "Oh. So you're not going to answer my question at all. Not even going to hint at the answer?" "I've already told you everything you need to know, Joey. You will know the answer when it is time to know. But don't fret. Just trust yourself as they already do, and as I do." I blushed from her saying that. And I mean I really blushed. I felt it all the way to my toes. I hadn't blushed that hard since Junior high. I wish I could say I had a nice time visiting them, but Tim and Eric's mood was contagious, and by the time we said goodbye, I wanted to go home right there and then, to hell with waiting for Charles and Tim. Of course the last thing I expected was for Charles to agree so easily when I went and saw him afterwards. "Why are you letting me leave by myself now?" I demanded after getting over the shock. "You wouldn't even consider it before." "Because it is going to take me longer than I originally expected before I can leave everything to Kain, and I don't believe Tim is ready to leave just yet either. After you are conditioned, you may return home and take the twins with you if you like." "What about Tim and Eric?" I said after a few moments of indecision. "They will follow you when Tim decides they are ready." "And you?" "I will... Remain here until I feel Kain is capable of continuing our work alone." "And how long will that take? A month? Two months?" "Joey, you simply don't understand what is at stake here. I can not leave until I am certain Kain won't make the same mistakes his father made. The only way to do that is by instructing and observing. In a month's time I will have only scratched the surface..." "How long?" "Time is unimportant. Only..." "HOW LONG!" I said, slamming my hands down on his desk demandingly. The eldest twins stepped forward protectively and I shivered from feeling their empathic warning transverse through my very soul. But despite this, I kept my eyes pinned on Charles, praying I wasn't pushing my luck... "A year, probably two," he finally said without any trace of uncertainty. I fell back into the chair behind me in shock, but then after the surprise past, I leaned forward and made direct eye contact before saying, "Two years?!? Do you really expect us to agree to that?" "You have no say in the matter," Charles stated flatly. "You, Tim, and Eric will return home without me. I will not leave until my work here is done." "And when the fuck do you think that will be? Huh? I think the longer you live with this... persona in charge, the harder it will be for you to let go of it, and in a year's time, let alone two, you will have decided that you can't ever leave, and you won't go back to being the real you." "That is definitely a possibility, but as I said, you have no say..." "Fine. You're right. I don't have a say. But doesn't Tim have a say in what happens to his father?" "He will understand the consequences if I do not leave Kain fully prepared..." "What about Sam? Or Richie? They won't understand why you abandoned them for this... this... work. And you can't tell me they don't have a say in this, because they do." "They will survive without us," Charles said confidently. "Listen to you. You don't even know who are. Gladius is dead, man. You can't go on living the life of someone who died twenty fucking years ago. Charles has a life, one that he had every intention of going back to before that damn cave screwed you up. To go on like this... To let yourself deny who you really are... Well that's like murder itself. You'd be killing Charles if you..." "I can not risk my work going unfinished when the time is so near!" Charles exploded, standing up and leaning forward over his desk. "I have considered all the possibilities already! The life of one man is insignificant to ensure the safety of the entire human race!" "You're fucking nuts!" I exclaimed, getting up myself and getting in his face. "Do you really think the memories of a man who's been dead for twenty years can be so God damn important that you have to ruin another man's life? You of all people should know your twins can transfer all of that into Kain where it belongs anyway!" Charles sat back down, then said evenly "But Kain doesn't have the perception or the experience we have. The combination of Gladius and Charles is more than what the girls could implant into Kain. And even if they could, that would be the end of Kain as he is now. That also would be like murder." "This... merger of Gladius and Charles is unnatural, and was not meant to be. It is wrong for Gladius to make Charles give up his wife, his sons, and the rest of his life just to oversee whatever it is you believe you're doing here. Charles has given you this chance to give whatever you can give to Kain so he can complete your's and your son's work, but you must let Gladius go so he can rest in peace. Gladius's work here on Earth is done. Charles's and Kain's are not." Charles stared at the center of the desk for over a minute while I remained leaning over the desk watching him, then finally he said, "You have convinced me, but only for the moment. This must happen immediately if it is to happen at all. I have summoned Kain, but we will need Zoe to complete the transfer just as she did the first time with my son. Joey, go to her and bring her to the nursery." "But what if you change your mind before I get back?" I said hesitantly. "By the time you return with Zoe, I will no longer have this mind to change. And even I am not immune to their witchcraft, Joey. If for some reason I am not flat on my back underneath my girls when you return, I trust you can convince Zoe to do what is best for all of us." "Okay... I'll be back as soon as I can," I said heading for the door. "Oh and Joey..." "Yeah?" "Goodbye. You've been a good... friend." I hesitated a moment before saying, "Adios, amigo." Then just before I left the room, I paused and said with a grin "You know, for a dead guy, you're all right." For the second time that day, I climbed the paths up the mountain, and by the time I reached the clearing where the voices held their telepathic matches, it was getting dark and starting to rain again. I did manage to find where Lea had first met us that afternoon, but as usual I had no clue as where to go from there. I spent fifteen minutes wandering down three different paths in the rain calling their names before finding Zoe standing under an umbrella in the middle of the intersection. "Charles... Kain... Transfer," I gasped when I reached her. Zoe's eyebrows shot up in surprise before she said, "This zis... unexpected. Are you certain?" "Yes! They should already be doing it now. But Charles said they needed you to finish the transfer." "Then we must go," she said, turning and walking briskly in the wrong direction. "Yeah but WHERE are you going?" I called after her. "The nursery is this way!" "... in the rain," Zoe yelled back, the first part of her sentence lost in the rain which was now steadily pouring down. "What?" I said, scrambling after her, but then suddenly I slipped on a smooth rock and found myself sliding in the mud sideways towards the edge of a cliff. I managed to grab onto the base of a shrub of some kind just before my torso went over the edge, but then my weight began pulling the bush's roots out of the rain softened earth, and before I could find something else to grab onto, I found myself in freefall. Seconds later, I was crashing through some treetops, and even though my balls got a beating from all the branches snapping when they went between my legs, I landed on my feet relatively intact. As I laid there in agony in the mud with the rain still pouring down, all I could think about was how bad Suzi, mom, dad, Sarah, and even Tim would hurt if I died there. There was so much I wanted to do yet, so much I wanted to tell them, and I was scared I wouldn't get to do that. I couldn't bare the thought of not seeing them again. By the time I had recovered enough of my senses and was able to move without too much discomfort, I was feeling a little more positive about what would happen to the others if I had died. I guess contemplating one's own mortality is something everyone does at one time or another. While I didn't want them to ever go through it, I knew everyone would eventually get over my death and move on with their lives. But like they wouldn't forget me. And even if for some reason someone made them forget me, I knew I was apart of them just as they were apart of me. If I had died, parts of me would live on through them in their actions an personality. I'm thinking like how Suzi had started imitating my Mr. Spock's "Fascinating" raised eyebrow, stuff like that. That's when I knew the answer to the teen voice's problems and Lea's riddle. They wouldn't lose what they had gained because it simply was part of who they were now. And it was clear to me that in order for them to live some kind of normal life, they would need to forget some of the things they did there so they wouldn't be haunted by the experiences later like I was. I was trying to find myself a dry place along the base of the cliff to hold out for the night when suddenly, like a beacon shining through the night, I felt Tim's presence in the distance to my right. I tried reaching out to him for help, but I couldn't form a telepathic link without his aid. But yet just knowing where he was was all I really needed, for I simply followed my beacon until I came across a path, then followed them both back down to the village below. Tim actually contacted me when he sensed me at the edge of the village, informing me we were going home tomorrow afternoon and that I should get some sleep since I would be conditioned first thing in the morning with Eric. I sensed he was in the middle of something, so I didn't try to explain what happened, and just told him I was glad he was all right. "Chris," I said, dripping wet and gasping for breath when he answered his door. "I know the answer!" "What? Joe, it's three A.M..." he whined. "Couldn't this wait until morning?" "I won't have time before the twins..." I trailed off. "You mean... you're leaving? Tomorrow?" he said with anxiety. "Yes," I said, stepping into his suite and closing the door. "I'm going home, Chris. Back to Suzi. Back to my family. But not before I do a special two way with you. You, and just you." "I don't understand..." he said confused and still a little groggy as I led him over to his bed. "What about the others?" "Before you leave, you do a two way with Beatrice and share what I'm going to share with you. Then she'll pass it on to Peter, and he'll pass it on to the next person to leave after him." "But I can't have a two way with you," he said, torn between his disgust and his trust. "We're both guys..." "We don't have to have sex to have a two way. Besides, you can't tell me you guys have never shared each other's bodies with each other." "Yeah, but we've always had at least one of the girls in on it..." he said hesitantly. "Chris," I said, taking his hands in mine like I had seen them all do with each other when forming a two way. "All you have to do is trust me, and I'll do the rest. Lea said you would trust me when I figured it out, and now I have. You won't regret anything. I promise." When he looked in my eyes, I could see his fear, and his hope. Thank God I didn't have Tim's empathic senses. I'd felt the way Chris felt before, and I didn't really want to experience that kind of fear of loneliness again. I formed a share link with him, then after a brief moment to prepare myself, I initiated my side of a full two way and sighed with relief when he did the same. Basically, I took him through everything I had been through since I had woke up in that top bunk and met Nathan the year before. Two ways can be very intimate, sharing memories and feelings along with your body, and by the time I finished with how I realized the answer, Chris was seeing things a little different than before. That's not to say he saw things like I had. In fact, he had formed a completely different answer to the problem than mine. He believed that if the twins did make him forget all about the others before he left, he would seek them out one by one like I had with Tim, and eventually they would all be together again with or without their memories of how it all began. When I left his suite to be conditioned that morning, I wasn't sure who's answer was right, but either way I figured I wouldn't remember anything about it to find out later. I awoke on the plane, which from the window before me I saw was already flying over the ocean, my back complaining of stiffness as usual. "Joey?" Tim said beside me, startling me. "Uhm.. Hey," I said, blinking sleepily as I took in my surroundings. We were in a small private plane with only about thirty seats or so, but the six of us were apparently the only passengers. "Joey, I wanted to say I'm sorry, and thank you." "Sorry? What for?" "For hurting your feelings. For not trusting your judgment. For letting myself blame you for everything when none of it was your fault." "But it was my fault. If hadn't come looking for you, Gladius would still be alive, your dad..." "No..." Tim said, shaking his head and putting his hand on my chest. "You were already under lock and key when he ordered Eric to be bonded. Gladius just used you as an excuse to do what he probably intended to do all along. And if it wasn't for you, my dad wouldn't be himself again. "While you and Eric were being conditioned, your friend Chris came to me and told me why you came looking for me. That's what I'm sorry for. When you found me, I was angry, and you were just the first available target for me. But Joey? I didn't know it, I really did _need_ you." "You did?" "Yeah," he said, looking down, then back up and into my eyes. "I was so involved with Eric that I didn't even think about my dad, or the twins. But you did. I don't know how, but you fixed the twins enough that I can tell them apart again. And dad is... well he's dad again." "I just did what I could," I said honestly, floating in the flood of tender emotions he was projecting through his eyes. "Yeah, and that's what I mean. I needed you to take care of things I couldn't. I needed you to watch over them, and me... I even needed you to come rescue me, even when I didn't think I needed rescuing." He kissed me on the lips at that moment, then backed off and softly said, "So thank you. Thank you for being where I needed you to be." I gave him a hug and we ended sniffing and giving each other a couple more pecks on the cheeks before Tim backed off with a grin and said in a whiny sounding voice... "Joey Conner.... You're my hero." "Shit...." I said, flushing down to my toes again. "Tim..." Eric's voice called from somewhere behind us. "Uhm... I gotta..." Tim began, looking longingly over his shoulder towards where Eric's voice had come. "Go on," I said with a smirk. "Your twin is calling." "Shut up," he said, giving me a gentle punch on the shoulder before getting up and joining the sleepy eyed Eric two rows back. I stretched a moment, then as I looked back out the window, I felt a calmness settle within me, something I hadn't had since before we had left for England. I let my mind wonder a bit, recalling all I could about what had happened and wondering what all I had forgotten, and ended up deciding it all had been worth it when I realized I had fulfilled my promise to Suzi by bringing them and myself back to her. As I drifted back to sleep, my thoughts turned to my wonderful loving and sexy Suzi, feeling my need to do whatever my mistress wished or said fill the very center of my heart where I was sure it would never leave again. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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