Alyssa heard the fights. She saw her mommy with bruises. Once her daddy hit her too. Her mommy cried sometimes, but she kept things going. Alyssa went to kindergarten, and it was good to be with other kids and see they were happy sometimes. She got happy too, when she was in school.

Then her mom got sick. And sicker. Her daddy stopped beating her mom, and he looked sad. But sometimes he threw stuff, like breaking glasses on the floor. He punched a hole in the wall. He took her to the hospital to see her mom, and she looked real sick. At home, Alyssa wanted someone to hug her, and she tried going to her daddy but he pushed her away and she fell down, so she never did that again. One day her dad took her to the hospital, and her mommy was real sick, with lots of tubes. She looked gray. Alyssa tried not to cry but couldn't help it a little. But her mommy took her hand and said she loved her, and got this real strange look on her face, like she was looking right through her. Alyssa never forgot it. The next day her daddy said her mommy had died.

Then it got real weird. Once he told her that her mom was dead, she suddenly knew what he was thinking. He was sad, and he was really mad. And the worst was how he felt about her. He knew he ought to be nice to her, but he hated her. He wished she would just go away. He thought her mommy had been nice to him until she was born, then she got real nasty to him. That's what he thought, but Alyssa knew her mommy was nice. He got her a frozen dinner that night that she didn't like, and when she wouldn't eat he yelled at her. She could tell he felt like hitting her but at least he didn't. He took her to school the next day, and she felt weird the whole way on the bus. Thoughts that weren't hers were going through her head. When she got to school she could tell what the kids were thinking, and the teacher too. The teacher knew her mommy had died and was watching to make sure she was OK.

Alyssa could tell Tina wanted to play, but it was too weird knowing that she wanted to play with the blocks and which blocks, and how she wanted to make sure Alyssa didn't get the good stuff. She could hear all the thoughts the boys had about being mad at the other boys and video games. It was too much. So she just sat in the corner in a daze, not saying anything. She somehow knew if she said stuff about her thoughts then things would get worse.

She stumbled through a couple days. Her daddy didn't make her take a bath or get her to brush her teeth or anything. He didn't even comb her hair.

It was OK for Alyssa to cry, her teacher knew, but she ought to be wearing different clothes to school each day and her daddy should have combed her hair.

The teacher knew she maybe ought to do something, but she didn't. Alyssa could see in her mind this picture of them taking her away in a police car, and then unfriendly women asking her lots of questions, and poking her and looking all over, even checking between her legs, and that was gross. And then sending her to live with some people who made her sit up straight and eat vegetables and they never hugged her and they hit her too. She could tell that the teacher was remembering when this had happened to her. The teacher didn't want to make that happen to Alyssa, and Alyssa thought she'd do anything not to go through that because her daddy would get better soon.

She tried to act more normal. She changed her clothes every day, and she tried to comb her hair, but it was all snarled. At school, she played with some stuff, but when Tina took her stuff Alyssa just let her take it. She sat when the teacher read them a story. That was the best time. Then most all of the thoughts were about the story.

Going home was good because she could get away from all the thoughts, but it was bad because of her daddy.

A few days after her mommy died, her daddy was waiting at the bus, but he was real mad. His boss had let him take the time off when her mommy died but her daddy knew he wasn't doing a very good job and the boss might fire him anyway, and if he had to take time off for her he would lose his job for sure. He was sad and angry and lost. She wanted to feel safe with him, and though he took her home and gave her supper and made himself ask how school was, he was no better inside.

That night he was drinking. And he kept drinking. And his thoughts got all fuzzy. He thought about buying a gun and shooting his boss. He suddenly felt real sad about how he had beaten her mommy and then she had gotten sick, and if he hadn't beaten her she wouldn't have gotten the cancer. And he thought about how he would be a horrible father all by himself. He actually thought maybe Alyssa would be better off dead than having him as a father, and that made her real scared. He somehow stumbled into bed, but on the way he stopped to look in at Alyssa, who did her best to look asleep. And the anger that came over him was very strong, along with such huge guilt and shame that he shouldn't be angry and should now love his girl and give her what she needed. But he knew he couldn't and that made him hate himself.

Alyssa waited with pounding heart for a long time, agonizing over what to do. Then she knew. She had to run away. She quietly got dressed in a pair of jeans and a pullover shirt, then put on her shoes. She crept down the stairs and out of the house, and then she ran. She ran the way the car usually went when they went out, but she didn't know which way it went really and pretty soon she saw stuff she had never seen before. A big church. Little shops. There was no one around except a few drunks in the doorways. She kept running. She worried someone might kidnap her and kill her, but she thought of how her daddy felt and she didn't run back. She kept running. She got to a place where there were just houses again and then she slowed to a walk because she was out of breath. She got to where there was a playground, and although she didn't know this playground at least it felt kind of like a place she might belong. At least that was familiar. But she didn't feel like she belonged anywhere in the middle of the night. After a little scouting she found a spot that was out of sight behind some big bushes in the same place the playground was. She sat down and let herself cry, being careful not to make too much noise so anyone could hear. It was a good thing it was late spring and not too cold, but in the early morning it was still chilly. She hugged her knees to herself as she cried. After a while her sobs wore her out and she fell asleep.

She woke shivering and it was already well past dawn. Panic and dread filled her again as she realized where she was and why.

She did her best to think. Living with her daddy was going to be terrifying. She remembered her teacher's memories of what it was like if someone found out she was a child who needed help. She started walking again, carefully. She was passing row houses now. She understood now that those thoughts that ran through her head came from different people, even though they were in the houses. They were in showers, eating breakfast, shaving, picking out clothing, putting on make-up, thinking mostly sad and tired thoughts but not all. Occasionally she felt one of them looking at her, and their immediate thought was to wonder what a little girl was doing walking down the street by herself in the early morning. They also saw she had dirt on her jeans and shirt and her hair wasn't combed. Alyssa tried to brush some of the dirt off and tidied her hair a bit as she walked. A few people thought about coming out to get her. One started getting dressed to go out and talk to her, and when that happened Alyssa ran and kept running until she was a block away.

The thoughts of the different minds kept coming to her. Then she found one mind that was different from the others. It was a man, and there was a surge of tender feelings towards her. Other people had had thoughts that she was cute and wanted her to be safe, and this man did too, but there was something much more in this man. He also had fantasies that he was ashamed of, fantasies about touching her and holding her, and about having her in his house. But he wasn't thinking about calling the police like all the others. He both cared for her a lot and part of him wanted to keep her instead of calling the police. She glanced at his house and as he saw her look he pulled back from the window.

There was a woman coming down the sidewalk towards her, though still a block away. In the other direction a jogger was approaching, on the other side of the street. He really didn't want to interrupt his morning run but this girl really looked like she needed help. He also worried that if he tried to help her the police would ask him all kinds of questions.

She thought again of the man who had been looking at her through his apartment window. His thoughts were the same. Heart pounding, she went up to his door and pressed the button. After ten seconds and no answer she pressed again, then as the woman on the sidewalk got closer she pressed again and again.

Then the door opened a little and Alex Carlson appeared. She asked in a pleading voice if she could come in, and he hesitated. She could sense that huge love and excitement he felt together with great fear.

"Please," she said with such urgency he opened the door all the way. She raced in and quickly turned to shut it behind her.

"Where is your mommy?" Alex asked.

"She's..." She knew she would have to convince this man to keep her. She could sense that enormous love he felt for her, and that was good, but now her heart sank when she realized he was going to call the police too.

"My mommy's dead," she said, fighting hard to keep from crying out loud. The tears ran down her cheeks anyway.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," said the man, compassion surging through him. "Where's your daddy?" Such a look of terror came over her face that he thought about things again. He could see that she was really scared of her daddy, and it was probably for a good reason. He felt very mad at whatever her daddy had done to make her so scared. He knew that if he called the police they would send her back to her daddy. His hunger to keep her with him got strong again. Then came this more sober thought that he would have to get rid of her somehow. His thoughts leapt to calling friends he knew, but he could tell all roads led back to her father.

She could sense all that, of course. His feelings in different directions were so strong and so confused that she nearly forgot her own problem.

In Alex's eyes, Alyssa was gorgeous beyond words. Her blue eyes were framed by a perfectly symmetric round face. Her wavy blond hair came down to the middle of her back, and with a bit of care would be gorgeous. Alyssa knew he saw her that way and knew it was good for her.

His thinking calmed enough to set him on a course of action. Despite his enormous desire to keep her, he said, "Let me call the police, and they can help figure things out." She could tell that inside he hated the thought of what would happen to her when she got back to her daddy, and on the other hand knew that if he kept her he would go to prison. Why did he think that?

"No! I can't go back!"

He was dumbfounded that a little girl would just walk up and beg to get into his house. It made him consider if he really did believe in miracles after all, and whether there was some deeper purpose to this beyond what he could see. She could tell that if that part won he would keep her safe -- unlike her father.

She got a sense of another part of his love -- kind of like love, anyway. She saw him look at the crotch of her jeans. She read in his mind the part that wanted to hug her, to touch her private parts, to have her touch his peepee. Yuck! She got his thought that if he kept her he would want to but he shouldn't. Could he resist?

But then the other part came back. The part that meant he needed to call the police.

"I can't keep you here!" He headed into the kitchen where the phone was.

"Wait!"

He had picked up the phone, pressed "911" and then turned back towards her.

She thought of that powerful desire to see her naked. She knew she wasn't supposed to do what she was about to do, but it felt like her last hope.

She undid the button and zipper on her jeans and pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees.

The surge of feelings in the man's head was nearly overwhelming. He hung up the phone so he could try to make sense of this new and even more astonishing development. She felt a little less scared. Her plan had worked, at least for now. She pulled her pants up again.

He had no explanation for why she would do such a thing. The truth -- that she could read his mind -- flickered among his thoughts but vanished as quickly as it had come. His thoughts now drifted with shame to what else she might volunteer to do to fulfill his forbidden desires, and then jumped to how it would be if -- make that when -- she ended up with the ladies who worked with the police who would get her to tell everything.

It looked like she would be willing for him to touch her between her legs. He wanted to so much. The temptation was strong. If that happened then he might as well not call the police because they would put him in jail anyway. But the thought gave him an almost crazed need to call the police right then. He picked up the phone again and started pushing the numbers, looking away from her.

She was panicked. She screamed, "Wait!!" while pulling her jeans and panties down again, stumbling over to him as her pants tripped her up. He turned around, and she grabbed his free hand and pulled him downward and placed his hand right against her private parts.

She could hear a voice on the phone. "Oh, I'm sorry," he mumbled and hung up. She let go of his hand and pulled her pants back up.

In that moment she caught his thought that now he could never call the police, and then she felt the enormous surge of excitement which shamed him.

Alyssa was exhausted. She trudged to the living room and flopped on the sofa, the man following her, stunned and bewildered.

Her mommy was dead, her daddy was a topsy-turvy jumble of rage and sadness and she wasn't safe with him. If the police didn't send her back to her father they would send her to that horrible place that her teacher remembered.

Now she was with a man who would protect her. She started crying. The man's feelings of tenderness surged, and after a brief hesitation he sat down beside her. She leaned against him. He put his arm around her. They always told her to be shy of strangers, but she knew what this man felt. Yes, he wanted to touch her in sexy ways, but she knew he wouldn't do anything if she told him not to. For now he just loved her. She sensed he wouldn't mind if she crawled into his lap, so she did, and he cradled her like a small child, gently stroking her back. She sobbed, and because he didn't mind she kept sobbing. She knew she had fallen asleep as she became just a little aware of his getting up and laying her on the sofa, taking her shoes off, and then coming back with a blanket. She did reach to his thoughts enough to know he was not going to call the police.

---

She gradually woke and sat up quietly. She then padded about to look for him. She saw the kitchen, the bathroom, his bedroom, and then what looked like part bedroom and part office. He was in there, typing on the computer, but he had headphones on and she could just barely make out tinny whispers of music.

He somehow sensed her presence and turned, quickly pulling off the headphones.

"Oh! Hi. How do you feel? Are you hungry?" he asked. Along with that thought was the unspoken one that she looked filthy and bedraggled.

She nodded, answering the question he had asked, not addressing the thoughts about her being dirty. He made her a grilled cheese sandwich, then a second one.

She said she needed a bath. He thought that after she bathed, she would either have to put back on her dirty clothes or wear something of his, maybe a giant T-shirt.

"I can just put my own clothes back on," she said, heading to the bathroom. She sensed his puzzlement that she had answered the question he was about to ask, though he knew it could also be a coincidence.

His bathtub was all different from hers. He got her a towel, and showed where the soap was. She had just learned how to take a bath by herself and even wash her hair before her mommy got real sick. She put her same clothes back on.

She knew without asking that he was going to insist they have a long talk.

She settled on the sofa while he took an armchair.

"What's your name?"

"Alyssa."

"Why on earth did you knock on my door?"

"I needed to get inside before someone called the police."

"Why did you choose my door?"

She was silent.

"And why on earth did you pull down your pants and then..." he trailed off.

She shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. Her gift of reading minds was still very new to her. She didn't know what to say.

"It seemed right," she said, but could tell he didn't believe that was everything. She continued, "I ... I thought you wouldn't call the police."

"Why did you pull your pants down?"

"Something about the way you looked made me think you would like that."

The man bowed his head into his hands and groaned inwardly. So much for being discreet. He knew he must keep his pedophilic inclinations entirely to himself. So he made sure not to look at little girls very much. He hadn't done anything suspicious with this girl, had he?

Then she felt bad for him. "Or not so much the way you looked; I just had a feeling. I knew that if you touched me there then you wouldn't call the police."

There was something strange about this girl. He realized she had fixed him with a stare which he had rarely seen before in his life. He was bewildered.

"Did your daddy touch you between the legs?" he asked.

"No," she said, simply.

She tried to find a way to answer his questions. "I can kind of know what you're thinking."

He thought she meant that she could read nonverbal clues, but she answered him before he asked.

"No, like I really know what you're thinking."

He wondered how she had gotten that fanciful notion. Still, her behavior had been extraordinary.

He decided to prove her wrong. "If I thought of a number, could you guess it?"

"Probly," she said.

He thought of... 412.

"Four hundred twelve," she said.

His mind went numb while his heart started racing. What sort of reality was he in? Had he fallen down a rabbit hole?

Putting aside his disbelief, he thought about the implications if she really could know what he was thinking. Would she know everything? He had to assume so. She would know about his job, his parents, and his ex-girlfriend. She would know he had cheated on her. She would know that he got grossed out by fat people, that he was afraid of snakes. She also obviously knew of his fantasies about little girls. She felt his growing fear, then felt his heart closing off.

"No, I'm sorry! I don't want to! Don't hate me! I need you!"

She did seem to need him. What if he thought of something really awful? What if he thought of hurting her? The image of a knife going into her chest came to him, and he was mortified. He had no desire to do any such thing, but he had posed the challenge to his mind, so he had thought about it. So was she picking that up too?

Alyssa's lip quivered, then she ran to the bathroom and shut the door. He could hear her crying.

He felt such remorse. He went to the far end of the kitchen, hoping she couldn't read his thoughts that far away. He was wrong, but didn't know it at the time.

He tried making sense of his boiling mess of thoughts. What was really most important?

A girl had come into his life. He loved her without question, then stopped to consider what he meant by that. She was certainly cute. He had romantic and sexual desires towards her -- the image of what she had in her panties came back to him strongly. But he knew that wasn't really love. But he did feel something deeper, a much more profound love.

She was a little girl who needed him. He would protect her as if she was his own daughter. Her happiness was now more important to him than his own. He hoped that she wouldn't tell on him, and that he wouldn't go to jail for kidnapping. He would have to trust her.

Then he felt calm and knew the right thing to do.

He walked slowly back to the bathroom and stood outside.

"Alyssa?"

There was no answer.

"I'm going to forget you can read my mind and just talk.

"You are welcome to stay here as long as you want, and when it's time for you to leave that's OK too. I'll try to understand you and what you need and I'll try to get it for you." As the next thought came to him he felt a surge of shame and fear, but he went on: "I may feel like touching your private parts and all, but I'm not going to. I'll be like a good father." He hadn't planned this all out in advance, but the words that came to him felt right.

"I may have all sorts of weird thoughts, but they're just thoughts, OK? I thought about hurting you because I was panicked thinking of how you could read my most horrible thoughts, and so I couldn't help having horrible thoughts come to me." He decided to try humorous thoughts. He thought of her mushing an ice cream cone onto his head. He wondered how he would look in a dress, and imagined himself in a tutu, walking on his toes with little tiny steps. He thought he could hear a little giggle from behind the bathroom door. He thought of Alyssa in a pioneer dress driving a wagon, and pulling it was a horse, but he was also the horse, and he looked back over his shoulder at her.

He didn't hear anything more. So he sat down right on the floor and leaned up against the wall across from the bathroom door with his legs crossed, and felt his mind relax. He didn't know what was going through her mind, but he would wait as long as it took. If she wanted to scream at him or hit him he would take that calmly too. She was a little kid and no matter how unreasonable or immature she was, that was going to be OK with him. If her mother was dead and she was scared to death of her father, he should be prepared for anything.

He heard her unlock the door and open it. Her eyes were red. She took tentative small steps towards him, hesitated a couple times and looked at him. Then she turned around and sat in his lap and leaned up against him.

The thought of her panties and what was inside them came to his mind. He felt a flash of shame, and he thought he could feel Alyssa tense for a moment. He then reflected on his new attitude. He would feel it, but there was no way on God's green earth he would do anything. Alyssa relaxed.

---

Alex had a day job for an insurance company, handling calls all day long. He didn't like it much, but it was a living. He had forgotten to call in sick what with Alyssa showing up on his doorstep. He wouldn't be in too much trouble for that, but he had to get to work the next day. He also knew you couldn't leave little girls alone at home. Maybe he should get a babysitter.

"No babysitters!" Alyssa answered.

He didn't know how to get babysitters, he wasn't sure he could afford them, and worst of all they might find out that he wasn't really her father. It would be suspicious, to say the least, that he didn't have a single change of clothing for her.

"I can call you on the cell phone if I need something," she answered simply. "And if there are bad guys I should know about it from their thinking."

He would have to break one of the parenting rules, but it seemed fairly safe. He was pretty sure she wouldn't run away!

He went shopping that night and got her a couple sets of clothes, and added items over the next few days until she had the basics of what she needed.

No newspaper stories reported Alyssa as missing over the next few days. She was not in the online missing child registry. As it turned out, her father had panicked when she wasn't there in the morning. He had driven around the neighborhood aimlessly looking for her. But he hadn't remembered to call in sick either, and when he got home there was a message saying he was fired. All his troubles came crowding in on him, and he had left town that night.

When Alyssa didn't show up at school they called his house and then visited. They concluded he had just abruptly left town with her.

He drifted on through life. His guilt at losing Alyssa weighed on him along with other regrets. He had faith that she had found a better home, and in that at least he was correct.

A week after her arrival, Alex decided that if she was disguised a bit they could risk going out -- Alyssa was going crazy sitting home all day alone. Alex cut her hair short. It was not a stellar job, but it was good enough. They also dyed it black. After months went by and there were still no signs of a hunt for Alyssa, they "undyed" it as best they could and let it grow out again.

She had explained bit by bit over the first couple days what happened with her parents. Alex's hatred for her father softened into pity and concern for the man. What mattered was that she was out of his clutches.

---

Alex acted his part of father well. His sexual attractions to Alyssa came to him but he put them aside fairly successfully. Before her arrival he had been in the habit of masturbating regularly but figured he shouldn't. But a few days after her arrival he woke in the middle of the night with a serious erection and realized he couldn't just stop. He hoped that Alyssa wouldn't read his mind while she was asleep, but he wasn't going to try to suppress his sex drive completely. So with a few furtive strokes and images in his mind of Alyssa with her panties down he emptied his balls of all the cum that had been building up.

Alyssa looked at him thoughtfully in the morning -- or maybe he was just imagining it. He wondered if they should talk openly about his sexy feelings. She apparently thought so, because she immediately brought it up.

"You know your sexy feelings?"

A ripple of fear and shame went through him.

"Yeah," he said with a sigh. "How is it for you?"

"I can tell you feel all upset about them. I don't really know what they are. I mean, I don't feel like that."

"A girl your age wouldn't."

"You know last night you did ... something that felt good?"

Alex felt a little shame go through him. "Yeah," he said with a sigh.

"I liked how you felt happier this morning. You should do that more."

"Oh." He felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe Alyssa could be on his team in dealing with his feelings.

"And would you show me how it works? I want to know."

That was different. "A girl your age shouldn't have to think about those things."

"I can't help thinking about it. I get the thoughts all the time from you."

In answer to his impulsive thought, she said, "Sure, right now!"

Her logic made sense, and he certainly wanted to. He realized later that his judgment was also clouded. He walked swiftly to the bedroom and she followed. He stripped and his erect organ came into view. She looked at it with some wonder. She had obviously read his thoughts about it, but seeing it for real was something different.

"Go ahead, do that thing."

So lying on the bed, looking at her and imagining her without clothes on, he stroked for under a minute before straining his hips upward and spurting gobs of cum onto his chest.

She smiled as he panted. Reading his mind as always, she brought him a box of tissues so he could clean up. Now that his animal need was satisfied and his thoughts were calmer she looked at the organ more closely. It had shrunk quite a bit.

"They said in school and my mommy said that I should keep covered up and not show anyone my private parts. And if any man tried to touch me I should tell a grown-up like a teacher."

His thought matched hers. Here, the man and the grownup were the same guy. She also immediately caught his thought that even if her privacy warnings hadn't covered the topic yet, she wasn't supposed to let a man show her his private parts either, especially not erect and spurting cum.

Alex said, "The reason for all that is the man might go on to do something really bad."

She smiled and shrugged.

"I promise not to do anything bad. But I can't promise not to think bad thoughts."

So the rules were a little different. This man was being very, very nice to her to let her stay with him, and he loved her. They weren't supposed to look at each other's private parts mostly, but this was different, and maybe she could help him be happy.

The next day when he came home from work she picked up his intense sexual desire for her. Could she do a little bad stuff without doing too much? She beckoned him to follow her into his bedroom. She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to the top of her thighs so her panties were showing, then smiled at him.

"Go ahead and do it!" she urged. The surge of lust he felt was unmistakable to her, and he pulled down his pants just enough that he could get at his cock and started jerking himself strongly. Following his thoughts, she pulled her jeans down to her knees, then held the front band of the panties open and looked down inside. He went crazy and his body seized again as he spurted all over the floor. She kissed him on the cheek and skipped off giggling. She had helped him feel so happy!

Later that evening he found her. She knew the basic gist of what he had to say, of course, but she let him say it. "Alyssa, you deserve a family where the man isn't always thinking about you sexually. It's not right for me to keep you here. You could go somewhere and just never tell anyone where you have been, so I wouldn't go to jail -- assuming you don't want me to go to jail."

"I don't want you to go to jail!"

"Good. So I just take you to another town, and they would find you a good home."

She didn't know that her teacher's memories of being a child in foster care were from a long time ago, and that most children today were treated a lot better. She could only go on the information she had.

She got up and sat on his lap and put her arms around him. "I need you," she said simply. When she could tell he wasn't satisfied with that, she went on. "I know you love me, and even if you think sexy thoughts you don't make me do anything I don't want to, and it's kind of nice to know I can make you so happy by just showing you my panties or something."

As he thought about giving her away again, he considered the trouble she could get into with her mind-reading. It had been very hard for her to hide it, hard for her to explain, and very difficult for him to accept. She faced that all over again. If someone alerted the authorities that she could truly read minds, the CIA might well whisk her away as an extremely valuable "national security asset". Compared to those possibilities, he wasn't treating her badly.

When she picked up those thoughts from him she hugged him tighter.

As the days went by he felt blessed, because just about any time he felt a sexual urge towards her, she would turn and smile at him, then do some little thing that turned him on. She could blend her own ideas with his unspoken fantasies. He in turn could jerk off. She was happy at the pleasure he felt and happy to feel his desire for her subside.

She pulled her pants down and wiggled her butt at him. She lifted her dress to show him her panties. She reached up under her dress to pull the panties down to her ankles, but kept the dress covering her, then reached her hand up underneath to pretend to play with herself.

Once he reached out his hand very slowly towards her pussy. She felt his desire but she knew what she wanted. She shied away and he got the message. She gave him a smile and a kiss on the cheek.

The boundaries were clear. He could look at her but not touch.

---

Alex wanted to know what it was like to read minds, and within two weeks he started questioning her in earnest.

"So you get lots of thoughts from different people? Isn't it hard, especially if it's crowded somewhere?"

"Yeah, it was really hard at first. Now I can decide which ones I want to listen to. The others are kind of like voices of the other people when you're in a crowd."

"How do you do decide? If you look at a person do you know the thoughts that come from them, or if you get some thoughts, do you know where to look? Or can you say, 'I only want to hear about nice thoughts, or only thoughts about me, or only about sex,' or what?"

"It's kind of all mixed up. Again, like voices in a crowd. If someone says your name, you notice. If they say a dirty word or shout you notice."

"So what's shouting in thoughts?"

"Really strong feelings. If I see someone I can pick up their thoughts usually because I can tell what direction they come from, and how far away."

They went to a busy place downtown to do some experiments.

"OK, so can you tell me all the thoughts you get?"

Alyssa sighed. "I'll try: My foot hurts. Nice ass. Maybe I'll... I'm gonna kill him! Double-spaced, 12 pages. What if she calls me? She was a good f---, I mean lay. Sun is sure bright." She stopped and looked at him. "This is really hard."

"Thanks, dear. Can you find a thought like 'I'm gonna kill him!' and stick with it? Can you tell if he's really gonna kill him or not?"

"I think so, by now -- Huh. There's a guy over there looking to steal stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Like purses."

"Is he serious?"

"He's got one already today."

He followed her gaze. "The guy with the gray jacket?"

"Yeah, he's about to bump that guy to get his wallet."

Alex stopped to look.

The man with the gray jacket looked around and when he saw the two of them looking at him he dropped back.

They looked away and kept walking.

Suddenly Alyssa halted, then raced off towards a man walking by.

"You have to stop it! You have to stop it!"

The man stopped walking, looking bewildered.

Alex raced over. He had no idea what Alyssa was reacting to, but this was probably not the right thing to do.

"I'm sorry, sir," he said, dragging Alyssa away by the hand.

"You have to stop hitting ..." she said.

Alex called out in a very loud voice, "So sorry, sir, she's got some difficulties!"

He turned to her and muttered under her breath, "You stay quiet until we're at the car!" He held her hand firmly.

When they were inside, he turned to her.

"That guy hit his wife in the face and she's got a bruise."

"Just now?"

"No, this morning. He feels real guilty. But he's done it before and he knows he can't stop. Hitting her. Once he burned her boob with a cigarette!"

"Oh, shit," Alex muttered. Alyssa sensed his anger and also sensed that he felt guilty that he didn't help people in general more than he did. But there were other considerations she didn't understand until he spoke.

"OK, so he's doing a terrible thing. We would like to stop it. What can we do? Suppose I let you stand there and tell him to stop hitting his wife. Do you think he will stop?"

"I dunno."

"What will we tell him about how we know? Not that you read his mind, right?"

Alyssa shook her head.

Alex continued, "So, how else could we know?"

"His wife?" Alyssa answered timidly, echoing Alex's thought.

"So then he's going to beat her up, or rip the phone off the wall or something."

"Oh. Is there some other way?"

Alex thought about it. "We could tell his wife, but what can we say that she doesn't know? She knows at some level she can leave. Something holds her back, and we can't change her mind."

"Oh," said Alyssa, then leaned against Alex. "It's just that my father..."

Alex was startled and kicked himself that he had forgotten the connection. "Oh, I forgot, sweetie! Yeah, that would make it hard for you!" He put his arm around her.

She stayed snuggled against him as she cried softly. After a minute she pulled away. "Thanks, Daddy," she said.

He didn't know if she realized herself what she had said, but she would know it now from reading his thoughts. But it made him feel very happy. He couldn't legally adopt her, of course, but he felt he already had in the ways that matter most. Now it looked she had adopted him.

She looked at him and smiled.

---

How was Alyssa going to spend her days? They couldn't enroll her in school without papers, though maybe they could find an informal home schooling group. But the more fundamental issue was that it was going to be hard for her to be with people when she could read their thoughts but couldn't let them know she could.

The most interesting way Alyssa could spend her time was riding around with Alex in his car slowly as she read thoughts of those they passed. A suburban area worked best because then the thoughts had some spacing between them. Staying in the car seemed prudent because of their experience with the wife abuser. In the safety of the car, she could give vent to her reactions without fear of consequences.

Alex's day job seriously limited the time he could devote to her. She found that frustrating.

One day she picked up some thoughts that changed all that.

"That woman," said Alyssa, as they walked on past the park bench. "Mrs. Waite."

All Alex saw was a nondescript older woman sitting on a bench. Alyssa sat on the bench two down from the woman and Alex sat next to her. Alex glanced at Alyssa from time to time as she concentrated.

Alyssa got up and they walked away down the path before she described what had caught her attention. "She's got less than a year to live," she said, "and no one really cares about her."

"I'm sorry," said Alex. There were all too many people like that in the world.

"But she is very rich. She would leave all her money to anyone who showed her true kindness. She can hire all the help she wants, but she wants more."

Alex looked at Alyssa, and Alyssa looked at Alex. Perhaps they could both show her true kindness and get rich at the same time.

"Let's go introduce ourselves," Alex said.

Alyssa had her doubts. They would be cheating, because they would be doing it for the money. But she understood his thought that if they inherited a lot of money he could quit his job and they would have more time together. He also thought that they would truly be kind. They would just be choosing who to be kind to.

"Hello, ma'am," Alex said. "My niece here, Alison, said she thought you looked lonely and wanted to say hello. Do you mind if we sit with you for a minute?"

"No, no, not at all!"

She was wary, but seemed charmed by the sympathetic and pretty Alyssa and by the solicitous Alex. They listened carefully as she reminisced about her youth and described her various medical complaints in some detail. After a while the woman said she had to be going.

"Will you come back tomorrow?" Alyssa asked.

"Yes, if I can," the woman answered.

The next day they talked for half an hour.

"What do you see in an old woman like me?" she asked.

Alyssa shrugged. "You seem nice."

That was apparently enough for the woman. They met again the next day, and then the woman asked them if they would like to come to dinner.

"Oh, ma'am, we should be taking you out," said Alex, hoping he was saying just what she would expect him to say to a woman of her age and appearance.

"That is very kind of you," she said. "But I would like to ask you to my home. I will have my cook prepare you a meal."

"Your cook?" asked Alex, trying to act surprised to just the right extent.

"I have a little money," she said, "and I have a cook."

Her mansion was stunning. They only saw three servants but suspected there were more. Alex and Alyssa enjoyed a delicious meal. They weren't sophisticated enough to understand just how good the food was, but it tasted very good to them.

Within a few days, Mrs. Waite weakened and didn't feel up to her walk. She said she wanted to know who they were beyond the first names and phone number she had. Alex wrote down his full name and address for her. He said Alyssa was his niece, that his sister had died not too long before, but that Alyssa's father was in and out of jail. Alex was almost certain he could get custody of the girl, but it hadn't gone through yet.

After their next visit, Alyssa reported that Mrs. Waite had changed her will and had left most of her estate to Alex. She reported that Mrs. Waite was convinced by Alex's explanation that leaving anything to Alyssa would risk legal complications. In fact she would not have been able to come forward to claim the money without being taken away from him.

A month later, Mrs. Waite died with Alex at her side holding her hand.

Alex inherited $185 million and promptly quit his job. He bought a roomy house with six bedrooms.

---

Alyssa couldn't play with other kids her age, but she could listen in. So Alex often took her by schools and houses where kids were playing. She mastered what the other six-year-olds were thinking, but before long found them boring. She moved on to the seven-year-olds, then the eight-year-olds. She learned an enormous amount from reading minds.

As they drove around, Alyssa did her best to share interesting thoughts with Alex instead of just keeping them all to herself.

"She hurts all day long. Her back."

"He's sad and lonely, and looking forward to his favorite TV shows tonight."

"She's really excited about her work."

"Wait, stop! There's a boy and girl up in the bedroom. They're kissing."

"How old?"

"Juniors in high school." She smiled. "He likes the kissing but mostly he's thinking about how hard his dick is and how much he wants to stick it in her 'cunt'. Does that word mean what I think it does?" She had only to read Alex's thought to know she was correct.

She continued, "And he's trying to think of what to do so she'll let him. Now he's rubbing her breasts through her shirt."

"What does she think?"

"She's excited and thinks that feels nice, but isn't sure what she wants."

She could read Alex's thoughts too, of course, and turned to him, "Gee, you feel sexy just listening to me talk about it!"

He sighed. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"Now he's moved his hands down to her legs and he's rubbing up and down on her jeans. She likes that. He put his hand right up where her legs meet and she really likes that."

Alyssa was silent a while, smiling.

"What's happening?"

"Oh, more rubbing and kissing and all. But now they're taking their clothes off. He is excited looking at her breasts. They're smaller than he hoped but he doesn't mind. Now he's putting his hand inside her panties. She's feeling really warm and good." Alyssa looked at Alex with wide eyes. "She really *wants* him to stick it in her!"

Alex smiled, his cock very hard with his own desire. "Yeah, big girls do."

"OK, now his underpants are off and her panties too. She sees his thingie and is scared but real excited too. He's lying on top of her. He's hoping she won't ask about a condom. She thinks she ought to but just wants it in her so bad she isn't going to. Now it's sliding in..." She lapsed into silence.

"Keep talking!" Alex urged.

Alyssa smiled. "He feels really good. She thinks it feels strange but she loves it. He's going really fast. It's weird to feel both of them. Her cunt feels really good on him, and she loves his strong hot thing. OK, he's close, almost, almost ... there! He had the same thing you have when you feel good. Even stronger in him."

She stopped to look at Alex. "You want to do that in her too, and you've never even seen her!"

"I'm afraid that's how lots of us guys are."

"And you really like it when I said 'cunt'."

Alex felt ashamed, but also annoyed. "I know you get all my impolite thoughts," he said, "but do you have to remind me about it all the time?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. Your thoughts are good, compared to most people."

In the future she tried to use a little discretion about what she told him.

---

Once in the evening she said, "Stop!" and looked upset.

After a few moments, she spoke. "There's a little girl in there, not as old as me. She's lying in bed and she's scared because she knows her stepfather is going to come in and play with her. He does every night."

"Oh, Jesus," said Alex.

"He sticks a finger up inside her and she has to take his thingie in her mouth, and then..." Alyssa paused for a moment, fighting back a gag. "Then all the goop shoots into her mouth!"

After a pause, she continued, "What can we do?"

"Do you have her name?"

"Maribel."

"Last name, school?"

"Got it. What are we going to do?"

"Call the school and tell them we have a suspicion of sexual abuse. They will talk with her and she'll probably admit what's going on, then they'll make him stop."

Driving by a week later they found that the stepfather didn't live there any more, and the girl felt better that it wasn't happening anymore and that she didn't have to keep a secret.

---

Alyssa wanted to try a public place on foot, and they chose the mall. She knew she had to muzzle her reactions to avoid giving away her mind-reading.

A couple high school girls walked by. Alyssa looked up at Alex and smiled as they walked on. When they were out of earshot she said, "You really wanted to stick it in both of them. You dirty old man!" she teased. She had gotten that expression from his thoughts.

"Oh, Alyssa. I am who I am!" He was more upset than she expected.

"No, dad, no, it's OK!" she said. "Maybe I can find you someone you can stick it in."

"What?"

"Well, some of the girls want to do it too. Maybe some with you."

He thought about that. This Alyssa could be useful in ways he never dreamed. Alyssa smiled at his thought.

After wandering for some minutes, an attractive girl walked by, smiled at them and walked into one of the stores.

"There's one for you."

"What do you mean?"

"She's 17 and no one has ever stuck it in her. She plays with herself at least twice a day and sticks her hairbrush handle up inside. Her name is Jill."

He felt himself getting hard listening to Alyssa's description as he watched the girl looking over the T-shirts.

"She doesn't know how to find a guy who knows what he's doing to do her the first time. All you need to do is tell her she has a nice neck, then ask her for her cell number when she comes out of the store. Wait..." Alyssa smiled. "Just ask her if she wants to go back to your place."

"I can't do that!"

"She'll say yes. I'll wait out here for you."

He gathered up his nerve as she walked out. This could be embarrassing but at least not illegal.

"Excuse me, miss. You're very ... um ... attractive. Could I have your cell number so we can go out some time?"

"Oh, ummmm," said the girl, showing her surprise.

He realized he had followed Alyssa's instructions in the wrong order. "What a lovely neck you have!" he said, half to himself, noting it was longer than usual but no less attractive for that.

"Sure!" She looked at him with such interest he figured Alyssa must be right.

"Um... Do you want to come back to my place now?"

"Sure!!"

His girl Alyssa was not leading him astray. But he stopped. He couldn't leave Alyssa alone in the mall, and they could hardly hop in the car as a happy threesome.

"I just realized I can't right now, but I could meet you here in an hour."

"Great!"

Later that day, Alex came back home with the girl Jill in tow. Alyssa lay very quietly on her bed with the door closed. Alex offered Jill a Coke, but she didn't seem interested in preliminaries. So he took her shoulders tentatively and drew her close; she came into his arms hungrily. Within minutes she lay on his bed, her fine young breasts on full display and her legs spread wide as she eagerly urged him to take her.

After putting on a condom, he slid his cock into the hot virgin. Her hairbrush handle had cleared the way for a smooth passage. He smiled at her expression of wonder at being filled with a real cock for the first time. Soon he was lost in his own pleasure as well. Jill had a sexual response to match her horniness, and she came within a couple minutes, straining up against him and gasping loudly. Having satisfied her, he decided not to hold back. He pounded into her with fast, hard strokes and within a few seconds he felt his mind pulse with pleasure as his cock spurted.

After fifteen minutes of afterglow he was ready to go again. He suggested she try being on top, but she declined. She wanted it the good old-fashioned way. She came twice as he took his time possessing the gorgeous, horny teen.

After she left, Alyssa found her daddy and smiled at him. Not wanting to embarrass him any more, she said, "I'm so happy for you!" Alex smiled back.

Jill came over every day for a week and they dove right into bed. She wanted to try everything. From the rear, cowgirl, on their sides, oral both ways.

But after a week she canceled their next date and was evasive in answer to Alex's attempts to reschedule. They never saw each other again. She had had her sexual initiation.

---

Alyssa liked her daddy Alex to be happy. Since he thought about sex all the time and she could read his thoughts, she concentrated on sex.

She was content pulling her panties partway down while he jerked off. She could wiggle her butt at him, show him her flat chest, let him see her baby labia.

It had gotten kind of boring for her, and it was always a little tiny bit uncomfortable since she could tell that he really wanted to touch her everywhere and especially lick her between the legs.

He also wanted desperately to stick it in her. She knew he didn't want to hurt her; he just wished that she was big enough that it would fit. More importantly, he didn't want to do any of it if she didn't. So she felt safe, but there was still a tiny trace of unease.

During the week when he was fucking Jill every day, his interest in Alyssa lessened -- but it didn't go away.

After Jill, Alyssa tried to keep finding young women he could do it with. There were long periods of drought, however.

She didn't try to find him a wife. She could tell that if a woman found out about her she would probably get sent away. Fortunately Alex didn't really want to get married either.

---

Alyssa looked at the young woman hurrying along the street, then looked up at Alex, then back to the woman.

"She's in trouble, dad, and we can help her out. Can we take her home?"

"OK," Alex said, taken with the gorgeous creature. She was thin and leggy, beautiful brown eyes set in a face with noticeable cheekbones. Her straight brown hair was dirty, and even without mind-reading he could tell she was frightened and vulnerable, making her all the more sexy. That wasn't a very civilized thought, he realized, and also realized Alyssa knew it too.

She patted him on the arm while addressing the girl. "Hello, miss," Alyssa said. "You look lost. I thought maybe we could help you."

Alex said, "If you need a place we have a spare room." He hoped Alyssa knew what she was doing.

The girl was reassured by Alyssa but wary of Alex. She was also desperate, so she went home with them.

Her name was Sasha and she was 18. After a snack, a shower, dinner, and another snack, she was ready to sleep.

Over the next few days Alex helped her find an apartment and gave her a bank account with a few thousand to get started. The three of them found her a job. Alyssa was very helpful with that, because she could quickly tell which business owners were really interested in hiring and what sort of person they wanted. Sasha got a job as a receptionist.

Everything was in order. Alex and Alyssa were in the car ready to drop her off at her apartment.

Alyssa spoke from the back seat. "We're glad we could help you out. But one of the reasons we picked you was because my daddy here thinks you're very sexy. He's had fun just being around you, but if you really wanted to make him happy you would sleep with him."

Alex looked back at his daughter and felt embarrassed.

"Alyssa!" he hissed.

To Sasha he said, "Never mind her. We're very happy to have helped you out."

But Sasha shifted in her seat and smiled at him. "That would be nice. I like you."

Alex looked back at Alyssa, who gave him a flirtatious grin. Looking at Sasha, he was flustered and couldn't find words.

Sasha giggled. "You're so sweet."

Back at the house, Alyssa and Sasha went into the bathroom together and Alex heard whispers and giggles.

Alex found a moment to corner Alyssa on the sofa and tickle her. "You rascal!" he said.

She grinned at him. "I like my daddy to be happy."

"Had you talked to her about this before we were in the car?"

"No. I didn't need to!"

"And what were you giggling about in the bathroom?"

"Um... you don't need to worry about contraception, that's covered."

"That doesn't seem anything to cause giggles! What else?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing!" Alyssa said, with such a sweet smile that he knew she was lying. He wondered what surprise he was in for next.

Sasha was truly radiant as she casually slipped into the bedroom. She had on a lightweight white skirt and a white blouse. She looked shy and awkward, so Alex went to her and gently caressed her hair and back.

"You're so beautiful," he said.

Sasha blushed. He raised her chin and delicately kissed her, and she soon learned to respond, sharing delicate kisses, over and over. After a couple minutes, Sasha pressed against his front and squirmed. Alex was already hard. He pulled back and gently stroked the front of her blouse. As she smiled, he undid the buttons, one by one. She took it off and he began stroking her breasts through her lacy white bra. He reached behind and deftly undid the hook and the bra fell away.

"I'm feeling faint," she said, so he led her to the bed and she lay down. He traced ever-tightening circles on her right breast with his tongue. As he found the center, she moaned and at the same time took his right hand and placed it gently on the inside of her right thigh, just above the knee, and slid it upwards slowly. She released his hand, but he continued the trajectory up her soft inner thigh. Some women have leg hair so fine they don't need to shave, and Sasha was one of them. At the top of the thigh he ran into no panties, just her pussy, damp and very warm.

"I'm not sure just what I want you to do up there," she said, smiling, "but I know I need you to do something and I trust you'll know what it is!"

Alex smiled, having several ideas about just what to do up in her crotch.

"Spread your legs, so I have more room to work," he said.

"Is it work to you?" Sasha teased.

"Very delicate and tricky work," he said, "and I'll bill you later."

He just rubbed his fingers up and down outside her pussy lips, making Sasha gasp and moan.

"Gee, I've barely started," he said.

Sasha just kept moaning.

Alex gently spread her lips. She was already very wet. He slid his fingers around her opening, then pressed inside, making Sasha gasp louder. He slowly slid his finger up towards her clit, and the moment he touched it she came. She held still, but her pained expression and glazed eyes were unmistakable signs of an orgasm. When it had subsided, he slid down to her pussy.

"Inside!" Sasha whispered urgently. He slid a finger into her slick, hot pussy. There was no resistance. He reached his middle finger in all the way and he didn't reach the back. "Now your penis!"

"Already?" Alex asked, uncertainly.

"Yes!" she said.

Alex stripped quickly and mounted her, pulling her dress up over her mound. He slid his cock into position.

"Wait!" Sasha cried, eyes flying open, eyes twinkling. "Alyssa?" she called.

The little girl emerged from the closet, naked and smiling.

"What the heck?" Alex asked.

"She wanted me to make sure you were doing it right," his impish daughter explained. "And I wanted to see. And you," she said, poking his hip, "are very excited by the idea of having me here too."

Alex had to admit that he was. Alyssa knelt on the bed beside them and Alex ogled her. Seeing him looking at her pussy lips, Alyssa wiggled her pelvis back and forth and grinned. Then she leaned in close to Sasha's pelvis.

"So, is he doing it right?" Sasha asked.

"Oh yes!" Alyssa said. Alex wondered if Sasha knew she had never witnessed this act before.

"Push against her, but not too hard!" Alyssa said, holding his member.

Alex was thrilled to have his little girl helping him take the gorgeous virgin Sasha. As he pushed, his tip bumped against Sasha's labia to the side.

"No, try again, daddy!"

He pushed again and she aimed him at the other side. He kept pressing forward and then pulling back as Alyssa pointed him down below Sasha's pussy, then up above her slit, then at her clit. He smiled.

Finally, she centered him, and he pressed only as far as he had in the other places. This time Sasha's hot and wet inner lips surrounded him, beckoning him inward.

"Wait!" called Alyssa. To Sasha she said, "He's in the right place. Can he go in?"

Sasha looked up at Alex. He was a bit confused, but very hot for this pussy.

"You wouldn't rape me, would you, if I didn't say it was OK?" Sasha asked earnestly.

Alex considered. Could he hold back, with his darling Alyssa holding his cock right at this gorgeous virgin's opening, his tip already soaking in her tantalizing warmth? Would he rape her? With a sigh and some despair, he said, "No, I wouldn't."

"Good," Sasha said. "Now, push it up my cunt!"

The change in mood was electrifying: from despair to ecstasy in a moment. He starting pressing in, Sasha's tight tunnel gripping him firmly. She winced a little, and he stopped, but she said, "No! Deep! Fill me up!"

Alex took her word for it, and plunged in deep, Sasha wincing again but only briefly. He started pushing in and out.

"He's doing it perfectly!" called Alyssa.

Perfect or not, pleasure was overwhelming Sasha. "Come in me!" she managed to say just before her orgasm possessed her. Feeling Sasha's pussy gripping him, Alex let himself go. The pleasure built and within seconds he was ramming her as deep as he could while his vision fogged over with ecstasy and he pulsed his sperm deep up inside Sasha's spasming pussy.

He was dimly aware of Alyssa's commentary. "Great job, daddy, spurt her full of it! Come in Sasha's virgin cunt!"

When Alex was finally spent, he slid over onto his back, amazed at the perfection of this experience. Still floating from her orgasm, Sasha turned over against him and snuggled tightly against his side. She draped her leg over him, and he could feel the delicious wetness of her pussy juices seeping out onto his leg.

Alyssa snuggled on his other side, after whispering, "Great job, daddy!" in his ear.

Sandwiched between the two most luscious bookends on earth, Alex fell asleep.

He woke slowly to the feel of a hand lightly stroking his cock. He just lay with his eyes closed and smiled for a minute, then turned to his right to see Alyssa, who looked up at him with a smile as she lightly stroked away.

She answered his implicit question. "No, you still can't touch me," she whispered. "But you should rape her."

Alex looked at Sasha, asleep to his left, then looked incredulously at Alyssa.

The girl continued, "She hungered for it just as she was falling asleep. She felt guilty. And how can you ask someone to rape you?" Alyssa smiled. "But she'll adore you for it. Be sure to call her a slut. I'll get out of the way so I don't get whacked by some arm or leg!"

Alex took a deep breath, his excitement and his cock rising in tandem. He then quickly pulled away from Sasha's shoulder and pushed her roughly onto her back with an evil grin. Sasha awoke, eyes wide with surprise and fear. That would normally stop him, but his daughter had never led him astray so far. He tried to shove her legs apart, but she kept them tightly closed. He gave her an ugly leer. "I'm gonna fuck you now, you slut!" he growled. Sasha whimpered and shook her head, pushing against him with her hands. Alex ignored the hands for the time being while he forced her legs apart with all his might, then pinned them there with his thighs. He got his cock positioned right at her opening, then grabbed her hands and slammed them down roughly at her side.

"You want it, you slut!"

"No! Please!"

"Sure you do, admit it!"

"No, oh no! Please let me go," she said with a burst of anger.

Alex shoved in with a tremendous thrust, and Sasha yelped. He thrust again and again, insinuating his organ rudely into her private channel. Then he settled back for a long, energetic, rough fuck.

"Slut!" he called, and she echoed "No". Over and over.

Still mouthing "No", innocent young Sasha tried to hide her orgasm, but her moans and vaginal squeezes left no room for doubt as to what was happening.

"Ah, what a slut, coming when you're being raped!" Alex sneered. In fact a small part of him felt guilty to be enjoying this rape so much.

In less than a minute he could see Sasha on the verge of another orgasm. His mind and body turned fully to the concepts of ejaculation and impregnation.

"Have your rapist's baby!" he gasped, with another overtone of excitement coursing through him.

Sasha instantly seized with orgasm, and Alex came too, unloading millions of his impregnating little demons all over her upper cunt.

They all knew that part was play. Sasha was very regular and her period was due in two days.

He pulled out and turned away, satisfied.

Alex wasn't sure exactly when this rape would be over, but Sasha answered for him. She rolled over on top of him with a huge smile and covered his body, thrusting her hips urgently against him, though his cock simply lay limp between them. She kissed him while he let her pin his hands down. Then she rolled off to the side. The danger from flailing limbs over, Alyssa joined them on the bed, sandwiching Alex once more.

After a bit of quiet, Alyssa looked at Sasha and spoke, "Yes, you're right, I can read your mind."

Alex found it disconcerting to hear an answer to a question he hadn't heard anyone ask. But he understood.

Sasha shrugged. "I know there are things science can't explain," and that was the end of her doubts.

But apparently she was thinking about the practical implications.

"You told him about the rape fantasy. Do you have to tell him all my other sick ideas?" Sasha asked Alyssa plaintively.

"Sasha," Alyssa said, "I read all sorts of minds, all the time. You have no idea what sick is. Your ideas are a little unusual, that's all. And very imaginative, especially for a virgin."

"Oh, no..." Sasha groaned.

"I'm like a little matchmaker," Alyssa smiled. "I know you both really, really want to keep doing it. As for what you do, I only tell him the things you'll both like." An evil grin sprang to her face. "Dad, I think you're going to end up spanking Sasha before long. And peeing on her."

Alex looked up, startled, shifting his gaze between the two females. Sasha sighed, turned pink, and threw her arm over her face. After his surprise abated, Alex gently pulled Sasha's arm down and looked at her face lovingly, kissing her cheek.

"Alyssa's right. I think those things are going to be fun. And there's nothing wrong with wanting them."

Sasha didn't seem satisfied, and turned away.

After a moment of silence, Alyssa softly said, "Tell her, dad."

"What?"

"Tell her your fantasy." Reading his mind, she continued, "Yes, that one." Reading more, she said, "Yes, all of it."

Alex sighed and took a deep breath. "See my daughter here? I want to kiss every inch of her body, lick between her legs, cover her with K-Y and slide my dick against every part of her skin. I want to put it in her mouth and come there. But most of all, I want to slide it into her little cunt and fuck her all day long, over and over, unloading my balls inside her. I want to do her from the rear, and against the wall, and standing up with her legs around me, but most of all on the bed -- fuck, fuck, fuck."

Sasha turned back over and looked at him with wide eyes, which was no big surprise. But Alyssa's mouth hung open too. Some of those juicy details had never come to him before; he had developed them on the spot as he let his imagination run wild.

"Of course," he said softly, "she doesn't want me to, so I don't really want to after all."

Sasha lay back. "OK," she said, "I don't feel so bad any more. Even about wanting to carve an 'X' on your chest and lick up the blood that seeps out."

It was Alex's turn to look startled. But Alyssa just shrugged, so the fantasy wasn't a joke. Sasha continued with a straight face, "But since you don't want me to, I don't really want to after all."

They smiled at each other.

All three snuggled for a while before getting up.

Sasha and Alex met many more times. Sasha spent some time at her apartment, but spent more and more nights with Alex. Alyssa joined them occasionally, but mostly left the two of them to their private passion. She realized that while she was OK with showing off her private parts to her daddy in sexy ways, she wouldn't if it was entirely up to her and he could be happy other ways.

Sasha was insatiable. At any moment of the day or night, Alex could just smile at her a certain way, and they would be fucking away within minutes if not seconds.

Something else developed between Sasha and Alex. Love. There was no reason a lost girl on the street would be a good match for him. While Alyssa had thought it likely she would want to sleep with him eventually, she swore she had no idea they would really hit it off.

Some compatibilities were their mutual desire for frequent and kinky sex, her acceptance of his pedophilic and incestuous desire, and being OK with having her mind read by Alyssa.

They never said it was going to be permanent, but she did give up her apartment. She kept her job, though, wanting to have some measure of independence.

But Alyssa realized that even with this ongoing sexual extravaganza, her father's desire to possess her sexually always remained in the back of his mind.

---

Alyssa gradually developed greater tolerance for the misery lurking in the minds of men. She had Alex drive her by drug dens, brothels, prisons, and -- most disturbing of all -- mental hospitals.

She would hold herself together as they drove by, but at home she often threw herself into Alex's arms and wept bitterly.

Alex and Sasha kept telling her she didn't have to go near any of those places, but she kept insisting.

It gradually emerged that these experiences were establishing what Alyssa wanted to do with her life. It came into focus nine months after she came to Alex. She wanted to make things better.

She could discuss some of what she experienced with Alex and Sasha, and among the three of them they could sometimes find effective ways to intervene.

They could make an anonymous tip to the police to find the real killer so an unjustly accused man could go free.

Arranging to arrest big-time drug dealers was tricky. When they turned in one, others emerged to fill the vacuum. The demand for drugs was there and the supply would appear. So they turned in the especially brutal drug bosses and let the ordinary ones go about their sordid business.

They could easily enough arrange to have stolen property recovered.

Aside from stopping crime, they could also do a great deal of good addressing simple misunderstandings.

There were plenty of estranged husbands and wives who both wanted to reconcile. Neither could make the first move. An anonymous letter might show up in the one's mailbox, apparently from the other, and the healing began. Dressed as a gypsy girl, Alyssa could hand one of them a supposed free sample from a fortune teller.

Sometimes they could convince young women not to sleep with the HIV-positive smooth operator who was about to seduce them on their next date.

The possibilities and variations were endless.

With Mrs. Waite's fortune, they had the money to give to those in need: a few hundred dollars here, a few tens of thousands there. There is always a need for money to ease suffering with or without mind-reading. But Alyssa's information helped a great deal in distributing appropriate amounts to the places it would truly help.

Alyssa learned of the misery of the world far before she should have, and in greater detail than any adult could know. Unlike most people, she had the power to fix some of it. But there was far more than a single girl could accomplish. She struggled to accept her limitations.

---

One project they set up was halfway houses for girls in trouble. This appealed to Sasha in an obvious way, since she had been just the kind of girl who could have used such a place. It appealed to Alyssa as a good thing to do, but it appealed to her most of all because of the possibilities it opened up for her daddy.

Alyssa could determine just what a girl's situation was, whether she was on drugs, whether she was dishonest, and whether she had a good heart or one that had closed, leaving her only with pain and fear and a cynical desire to take what little she could for herself.

With that screening, the houses flourished. Alex could rent a house for use by a half-dozen girls. The old hands could help the newer arrivals.

But among the flood of potential candidates, Alyssa had her eye out especially for girls she thought might be willing or eager to make love with Alex once they were back on their own feet. There was never a hint of coercion; it was just an opportunity. Alex was a handsome and kind man, and other girls spoke well of him. Alyssa herself could make doubly sure that if the girls slept with him it was their own free choice. Many did, and most treasured the experience.

Sasha might have been jealous, but she wasn't. She liked the idea that an optional coda for a girl getting headed the right way in life was having that handsome, kind man make love to her. Sasha, on the other hand, vowed to be true to Alex. It was her idea, and he was very glad.

After Alyssa encouraged him to proposition the first couple of these "graduates", Alex saw the pattern.

"Alyssa, you are too nice to me. I already have Sasha, but you keep getting me more girls to make love to."

"Yes, daddy," she grinned. But I wouldn't quite put it that way. I'd say I was getting you more luscious tail to fuck."

Alex sputtered. "I try to make it a satisfying experience for them too."

"You're a good lover, true." This she knew from the minds of hundreds of women and how they felt about their sex partners. "But deep down, what you want most is to fuck some more pussy."

He sighed.

She kissed him on the cheek. "But I approve. I like my daddy to be happy."

Alex asked again a question he had asked many times before. "Is there anything I could do to make you happier? Anything I could buy? Any place you want to go? Anything?"

And once again, Alyssa couldn't think of anything within his power. He couldn't bring her mommy back. And he couldn't give her an on/off switch on her mind-reading so she could go to school.

---

Alyssa had them stop outside a nursing home. She paused, looking perplexed, then shook her head and spoke to Alex.

"There's a young woman in there who can't communicate at all any more. Mary Jo. She has a fair amount of brain damage. But there is one thought going through her mind. She wants to have -- she wants to get fucked. Over and over, that's the thought she has. And yes, you shallow typical man, she is pretty."

Alex felt a little creepy. "She would just be lying there?"

"Yes, but I could tell you how she feels!"

Alex gave Alyssa a long look. "You think I'll like it?"

"You'll see," Alyssa said. "Trust me."

With some forgery, Alex posed as the girl's father and said he was taking her home to care for her there. The staff didn't ask too many questions, happy to be rid of a vegetable.

After bringing her home in a rented ambulance, Sasha and Alyssa disappeared into a bedroom with Mary Jo for an hour or so. Then Alex took Sasha shopping while Alyssa stayed home, and after another hour or so of preparation they brought Alex in.

Mary Jo was lying on the bed, apparently asleep. Her face was truly gorgeous in a sort of haunting way. Her skin glowed.

"Clothes off!" Alyssa commanded Alex. She motioned Sasha to leave, and the older girl did, reluctantly.

He crawled onto the bed with her. He briefly touched her lips with his fingers. "Hi, Mary Jo."

"She can't hear you," Alyssa said.

Alex just lay there. After a pause, Alyssa said, "What are those there things sticking out of her chest?"

Alex gave Alyssa a dirty look, and the girl giggled. But he realized it was good to approach this with a sense of humor.

Growing out of her chest were two lovely breasts, now covered with a see-through pink silky fabric. He gently stroked them through the fabric, then pushed the covering aside.

"Mmmmm," said Alyssa.

He lowered himself to lick the left one.

"Ooooooo," said the only female in the room who could speak, speaking for the other.

When he raised his head he saw that the right nipple was now standing up straight. Her body was responding. He sucked that one too.

Alyssa panted, "Up under her skirt!"

Alex lifted her skirt, and there was the little thatch marking her as a grown woman. Looking questioningly at Alyssa, he moved her legs apart. She had a beautiful pink pussy, and he started massaging it gently. A little fluid leaked from her opening.

"Oh, wow!" continued the commentary.

After a few more minutes of massaging, accompanied by moans and groans from Alyssa, she said, "Now is good."

He looked at the woman, seemingly asleep. Her nipples stood straight up and her chest was flushed.

This was strange, he thought, but very sexy too. He aligned himself with her opening and slid in easily. He then pumped back and forth.

"Yikes!" shouted Alyssa.

"What?" asked Alex, alarmed.

"No, no, keep going!" she said. "I'll tell you later."

Alyssa added shortly, "You can come any time."

Alex was happy to work himself towards orgasm in this lovely young thing. After a minute he sped up, plunged deeper, and bathed the innards of the unconscious Mary Jo with his hot cum.

He rolled off and sat in a chair panting, a silly grin on his face. Then he looked at Alyssa questioningly.

She answered, "I don't know what it is -- maybe the brain damage -- but that was the most massive orgasm I've ever felt from anyone!"

After a pause, Alex asked, "Do you feel the pleasure yourself, or just know what they're feeling?"

"I just know what they're feeling."

Alex did her again that evening, eliciting a similar commentary from Alyssa.

A comatose person requires a lot of care, so Alex quickly hired a nurse. They put Mary Jo in a room separate from the rest of the house, lest the nurse get suspicious about the living arrangements of the rest of them. Along with vitals signs and meds, the nurse handled the various tubes and pads and anything else that needed doing.

They discovered that Alex didn't need to come in Mary Jo to give her the humongous orgasms that brightened her very limited life. So he often didn't, saving his sperm for Sasha. He still enjoyed mating with her. He got used to ignoring the IV tubes that snaked out from under the covers.

They tried Mary Jo on a dildo and vibrator, but she could apparently tell the difference and didn't like them very much. She wanted the genuine article!

Within a month, Mary Jo's condition worsened. Alyssa reported that she was in no pain, but her mind was narrowing. She craved Alex's penis in her pussy more than ever.

One evening as he was humping away, Alyssa looked subdued. "Can you come, this time?" she asked quietly.

Alex nodded. She really was a very sexy young woman, and filling her with sperm was something his body was entirely in favor of. It was no great loss if Sasha might have to wait a little longer for her next satisfaction.

Alex strained, he pumped, he approached his climax, and he spurted. He had conquered the young woman once more, he thought guiltily as the pleasure surged through his brain.

A little smile formed on Mary Jo's lips. A few minutes later, when she knew he had finished enjoying his orgasm, Alyssa spoke. She told him with damp eyes that the last of Mary Jo's conscious mind had died as it was suffused with that last, magnificent orgasm. Her body lasted another hour.

---

"Hold it!" Alyssa yelled, "Back there!"

Alex dutifully pulled a U-turn and stopped on the quiet residential street, idling.

"What is it?" he asked after a minute.

"Shhh!" the little girl replied. She was silent all the way home. Once inside, she sat on Alex's lap.

"There is a little girl in that house in foster care, but she is totally miserable. Brooke is her name. She loved her mommy and her daddy, but her mommy died. She felt awful and her daddy let her snuggle with him at night. Even though she was only five, she wanted him sexually. He tried to resist but couldn't. So they slept together every night. Even though it hurt her at first she insisted they have real sex. He made love to her most nights.

"Six months later someone else found out and turned the father in, and now he's in jail. It's been a year now that she has been in different foster homes, and she's just numb and depressed. All the professionals are trying to get her what she needs, but they don't understand. If they did, they would refuse to believe it. She needs a man to sleep with her -- and make love to her!"

In answer to Alex's implicit question, she said, "Yes, she's cute." She then grinned, "Not as cute as me," fluttering her eyelashes, "but cute enough."

"Will she get over her difficulties as she gets older, if we just leave things alone?"

"I don't think so," said Alyssa, and furrowed her brow in thought. "I know what she needs now, and I know it won't damage her."

Kidnapping is a serious crime, but they decided it was worth it. Alyssa's powers would provide them with a measure of protection in case the police somehow got a lead.

The foster mother was a very sound sleeper, something they could verify by making loud noises out in the street. The father went away on business.

The three of them broke in at night. As Alyssa predicted, Brooke whimpered to express her terror instead of screaming, and then Alex had the gag in place.

"It's going to be OK, Brooke," Alyssa said softly. "We're going to find you a nice man to hug all night long."

Brooke did not grieve upon leaving a situation she hadn't liked, but she was moody and very wary with Alex and her two big sisters Alyssa and Sasha. Alyssa could allay her fears to some extent, though she didn't want to reveal right away that she could read her mind. The next evening, Brooke casually plopped herself in Alex's lap.

With Brooke's arrival, Sasha stayed in her own room at night instead of sharing the bed with Alex. Brooke had her own room, but they were hoping she would want to sleep with Alex as Alyssa had predicted. They didn't have long to wait. On the third night Alex woke at 2am.

"Brooke, what is it?"

"I'm lonely. Can I sleep with you?"

Alex's heart surged. "Sure, sweetie."

She snuggled in, spooned back against him. Alex had a hard-on within seconds, which he tried to keep away from Brooke's butt, but she knew all about hard-ons. She turned to face him and stroked his cock through his pajama bottoms.

"Would you like to see it?" Alex asked, barely able to contain his excitement.

Brooke nodded enthusiastically. "Would you like to see me?" she asked. Alex nodded just as enthusiastically.

Within seconds they faced each other, naked. Little girl with shy labia faced man with balls and giant straining cock.

It was the first time he had gotten a really good look at her. She had beautiful blue eyes and shoulder-length blond hair. She had a few freckles on a face that wasn't exactly pretty, but healthy and vibrant. Below, she was slender. He reflected that she had the expression of a very horny person who hadn't had sex in a year, which, despite her age, was exactly what she was.

He tentatively brought his face towards her, and she eagerly drew herself to him for a kiss, then many kisses. He brought his hand to her bare chest and started massaging. She wiggled in excitement.

His hand slid between her legs and he stroked gently.

After a bit, she drew back and said shyly, "Could you put it in me?"

"Already?"

"Yes! You'll see."

She turned onto her back and spread her legs wide, gently nudging him to get on top of her. He did, mad with excitement. He had never thought he would ever actually get to make love to a little girl. There between her delicate pussy lips was a delicate pussy. A little moisture seeped out. It seemed impossible he would fit, but as he pressed against her little girl opening, it spread easily to accommodate him. He slid in bit by bit, Brooke smiling at him. Finally he was fully inside the small girl. She relaxed visibly, finally getting her parts filled with man-cock for the first time in a year.

"Now do it," she said. "Get happy!"

"What about you?" Alex asked.

She looked puzzled. "I want you to do that thing!"

Alex didn't resist. He plunged in and out of her smooth channel while she smiled at him, stroked his face, and brought her heels up to rest on his back.

"Let it out!" she said.

Alex seeded up, mesmerized by the sight of this little girl spread open for him, begging for his orgasm. He promptly surged into her, while she whispered, "Yes!" His spurts filled her channel before oozing back out. For Alex, it was a dream come true, but for Brooke it was a lifeline. She held him to her and started crying quietly.

Alyssa found him the next day and gave a broad smile, then giggled. He smiled back and shrugged his shoulders.

---

"Brooke, do you ever have an orgasm?"

"A what?"

"You know how I get happy? That's an orgasm. A big shudder of pleasure. Do you get the same thing?"

"No, I don't have a thingie."

"I want to try something." He slid down between Brooke's legs and spread them wide, massaging the insides of her small, smooth thighs. He then started licking the entire area of her smooth, hairless crotch, naturally converging on her little pussy.

"That tickles!" she said.

He raised his head. "Just be patient."

He licked the delicate folds and inhaled her fragrance.

"I'm feeling funny now."

"Good funny, or bad funny?"

"Good."

"Just relax and enjoy the feelings."

He returned his tongue to Brooke's sensitive clit.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she called urgently, over and over.

He kept up his rhythm carefully until she shuddered and moaned, squeezing his head with her thighs. When she was entirely relaxed, he raised his head and smiled at her.

"That was an orgasm," he said.

She kissed him and giggled, then pointed a finger at his dick and her little cunt with an unmistakable urgency. Alex approached the little twat that was nearly berserk in its desire to hold him, squeeze him, and make him happy.

Brooke slept by his side for many nights and soon called him "Daddy." She soon relaxed in the house and proved herself to be a precocious, delightful child. She was interested in everything and chatted with anyone who would listen. She was excited when she figured out on her own that Alyssa could read her mind. Sasha and Alex homeschooled her.

The other three scratched their heads that she so easily let Alex take the place of her daddy. Perhaps it was more the hugging and sex she craved than the actual identity of the man. She was very unusual in wanting sex so much at such a young age, so perhaps she was unusual in other ways. Alyssa noted that while her real daddy as gleaned from the girl's thoughts was not always nice, Alex was more consistently friendly, supportive and available.

To Brooke's delight, Alex licked every inch of her and with the help of K-Y rubbed his cock against every patch of skin he could find. She accepted his cock in her mouth and eagerly swallowed his cum. Most of all he fucked her and filled her pussy with his seed, over and over again. Brooke never tired of it.

Sasha was understandably hurt to be pushed out of Alex's bed. She tried to be OK with it, but it was difficult. Trying to compensate, Alex was especially kind to her and frequently retreated to his room or hers for short, passionate "naps."

He hadn't been sure how he would feel about big girls once he had a little girl, but he found it just as exciting, if different. Sasha was physically larger, with breasts and hips and pubic hair, the kind of girl who could get pregnant. Most of all she attacked him with an animal passion that only comes with puberty.

They explained to Brooke that her daddy loved Sasha too. Brooke accepted that she couldn't always sleep with her daddy since he needed to make her big sister feel good too. On those nights he gave her a goodnight hug and kiss and sometimes a goodnight fuck, though he didn't come, wanting to reserve his first spurts for Sasha.

Brooke didn't always sleep alone just because she couldn't sleep with her daddy. Alyssa woke one night to find Brooke standing beside her bed looking at her longingly. Alyssa warily took her in under the covers, willing to snuggle with the littler girl. Brooke wasn't entirely happy with just snuggling. Alyssa gradually accepted a few of Brooke's advances. She didn't want to kiss, but she did accept Brooke lying on her and humping her little pussy against her own. She was willing to stick a finger in Brooke's pussy and massage her clit, but didn't want to be touched down between her legs at all.

---

"Daddy, can you sleep with me and Sasha at the same time?"

Alex was surprised. "Won't you get jealous?"

"No," she said. "I get sad when I can't sleep with you."

"Do you know Sasha and I have sex too?"

"Yeah. Can I watch? I can make sure you don't love her more than me," she said, smiling mischievously.

Alex grinned. That was not a problem.

Sasha loved to have people watch her when she was having sex. Her eyes glazed over and her breath quickened when Alex suggested the three of them share a bed. She admitted she had had a small orgasm just thinking about finally getting to watch Alex fuck a small girl who really wanted it.

On the first night as a threesome, Alex fondled and kissed each of his girls in turn. He licked little Brooke to an orgasm while Sasha tried to hide her excitement. Then he turned his cock to the wet and hungry big girl.

Sasha moaned with special excitement to see the naked little girl watching them. She came for the first time within a minute. Alex and Sasha were having such pleasure in the passionate fuck of grown man and woman that they lost track of time.

"When is it my turn?" Brooke asked politely.

"Why don't you show us your pussy?" Alex puffed. "Make me want to get into you!" he teased.

Brooke readily spread her legs wide and her pussy lips too. "Fuck me here, Daddy. Come in my little pussy. Your little pussy," she corrected. "I give it to you."

Sasha smiled, turned to look at the little sexy waif and immediately convulsed with orgasm. Alex held back. When Sasha was calm and satisfied, she said, "You own my pussy too, you know." Alex thrilled at that notion, which started little twitches in his cock.

"Don't surprise me like that or I'll come in the wrong one!"

"OK, now fuck that cute little slut Brooke."

Alex eagerly switched pussies.

Brooke grinned. At her age she never came from just straight intercourse. That night Sasha slid her fingers between the man's body and little girl's body right above where his shaft pistoned in and out. "Come, little one, come again!" Sasha whispered.

Brooke smiled at this nice sister and her Daddy. Both wanted her to have a cum, and she focused on her appreciation of Alex's thrusts that penetrated her body over and over, then on Sasha's delicate and artful fingerwork,

"Oh, Daddy, oh Sasha!" she yelled, spasming around Alex.

"Now you," Sasha told Alex, moving her hand around behind Alex to caress his balls as he hammered away in his little lover.

"Yeah, you too!" cried Brooke, and encouraged by two sexy females, he promptly strained into the little one and pumped his sperm high and deep within her.

Alex fucked both of them when they went to bed each night, alternating which one he came inside.

---

Alyssa screamed.

"What is it?" Alex asked, concerned. He pulled the car over.

Alyssa held her head, eyes shut, breathing rapidly.

Suddenly, from the house just behind them a girl emerged, running towards them at full tilt. Without so much as a questioning look she opened the back door and jumped in, slamming it behind her.

"What the hell is this?" Alex asked.

"It's OK, daddy, it's OK," Alyssa whispered. "Drive!" Under her breath, in answer to Alex's unasked question, she said, "Daddy, Nicky, Nicky, Daddy," at lightning speed.

But after just a few seconds of moaning and pained expressions from both girls, she had a change of heart. "Daddy, stop! Stop!"

Bewildered, Alex stopped. The rear door opened and the girl jumped out and onto the sidewalk, stumbling backwards.

"Now go!" Alyssa commanded her daddy.

When they were a full block away Alyssa's breath slowed.

Alex was shaking, and he said, "I trust you, Alyssa, I'm trying, but ... what the heck was that?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy!" she said, reaching over to put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

"She's a mind-reader too! We have to take her home with us! She knew she needed to come with us, and I agreed."

If Alyssa had issued an invitation mentally, that would explain why the other girl had just suddenly appeared and leapt in.

"Do I have any say in this at all?" Alex put in.

"Well ... Yes, you do, of course! But let me explain." The words poured out in a torrent. "She's Nicky, just a year older than me. She started reading minds a month ago, and she's been overwhelmed. No one believes her, of course, and so she's stopped talking, and they're evaluating her psychiatrically and all. She can't stay there. She has to come with us where people understand. And where I can help her!"

"It sure didn't look like a love-fest, with the two of you groaning and holding your heads. And why the fuck did she just get out of the car again?"

"Daddy, it's just that it goes back and forth too fast. We're jumping all over the other's thoughts and memories and feelings and it's like a subway screeching or an orchestra all playing different things or something. Like feedback with a microphone where you get that awful loud noise."

She continued, "Here's the plan. Mind-reading only works over a certain distance, right? So we'll use that to get to know each other slowly. I'm going to go home and get Sasha -- it's scary and I'm so glad you were with me and I wasn't alone just now! Then I walk a couple blocks away. Meanwhile, you pick up Nicky at this corner and take her back and stand with her on the sidewalk. Then we can walk towards each other until we're just barely in range. Whenever it gets too much we can just walk away again."

The plan went pretty much as Alyssa had suggested, except that Nicky took Sasha as companion because she was more comfortable with a girl than a strange man, while Alyssa stayed with Alex.

The two little ones always stayed roughly one hundred yards apart. Alyssa walked forward, closed her eyes with an intense expression, then suddenly backed up. After a few minutes, Nicky walked forward with a frown, and a second later Alyssa retreated. Then after another minute Alyssa started walking towards Nicky, then jogging, then sprinting, Nicky sprinting just as fast in the other direction. On instinct, Alex overtook the little girl and grabbed her hand. Alyssa stopped, shook her head as if emerging from a different world and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, daddy." Nicky stopped too, came back tentatively, and the irregular back and forth went on.

Sasha and Alex were perplexed. They shrugged their shoulders and grinned at each other while beholding this bizarre dance that they could not understand.

But within half an hour the two girls walked towards each other. They would pause for a few seconds, at exactly the same moment, then walk forward again. They stopped ten feet apart, looked up from their reveries to really look at the other one, then calmly walked forward and gave each other a big hug. They both started crying softly.

The first night they slept curled up against each other and hugged often, but quickly came to sleep in separate rooms. Their thoughts traveled fine within the confines of the house.

The two were wrapped up in each other and paid little heed to any of the others for the first few days. Then Alyssa began interacting with the others much as she had before, but emotionally it was different. Her heart was with Nicky.

What emerged for the ordinary mortals to glean was that Nicky's mother too had died, and apparently in some cases a dying mother's fervent desire to protect her daughter could produce the gift of reading minds.

Nicky and Alyssa could share each other's thoughts, but they did not share the same tastes and values. Apparently fights could escalate within milliseconds. In their first half hour they had come to accept the other's boundaries at a rough level, a process they refined as the days went by. As one example, Nicky had to learn to tame her revulsion at Alex for desiring Alyssa and Brooke sexually, a revulsion that was very hard for Alyssa to bear because she loved Alex so deeply.

Alex did not find Nicky very attractive, for whatever reason. She was a little pudgy, and something about her face was not to his liking. Her personality was also a little edgier than sweet Alyssa's. Nicky freely reported that she was happy not to have a grown man lusting after her body. She was not upset that Alex didn't find her attractive, explaining to him that she had absorbed what hundreds of people thought of her, and Alex's reaction was not unusual.

Alyssa set aside some time to see her daddy. She still snuggled against him as he held her. But Alex knew that she was doing him a favor, something she didn't speak up to deny. It hurt a little, but parents have to be prepared for their children to become more independent.

Although she was more distant now, Alyssa had brought into his life his two permanent sexual partners, Brooke and Sasha. She was also responsible for a stream of girls emerging from the shelters who were delighted with his attentions, sometimes only once but sometimes a dozen times.

He owed her a great deal. But mostly he didn't keep score. Parents give to their children with no expectation of return on their investment.

---

With both Nicky and Alyssa working, they doubled the network of shelters and safe houses and positive interventions. The entire network thrived.

Two years passed. Alex, Alyssa, Sasha, Brooke, and Nicky lived as a family, and they all thrived.

In the city outside, crime, divorce, runaways, drug abuse -- just about every measurable human misery declined. The news media commented on it, but there were no convincing explanations.

---

One day Alex was relaxing in the living room, reading a book, when he heard the front door open. Alyssa appeared, and at once Alex knew something was wrong. She was stooped over, her eyes gazed down vacantly, and her hair was a mess.

"Alyssa! What is it?"

Alyssa just stood.

Alex leapt up and ran to her, then knelt before her.

"What is it? Are you sick?"

"I've lost it," the girl whispered.

"Lost what?"

"I can't tell what you're thinking," she said. "Or anyone else." She started crying.

"Come here, sweetie," Alex said, scooping her up and returning to the sofa.

"I feel naked. Blind. Useless. Dead."

Alex hugged her, his mind racing. He reminded himself that she wouldn't know everything he was thinking, so he would have to phrase his thoughts carefully.

"Maybe it will come back!" he said, but realized that was not enough. "You are a little girl," he said, trying to assess the situation. The sentences came slowly, with pauses. "You came to me because you were scared. You sensed I loved you, and it would grow with time. Or I knew it would, anyway. I didn't love you because you could read minds. In fact, as you may recall," he said, "it scared the shit out of me." He was alarmed that no hint of a smile crossed Alyssa's face. He thought further.

"We've been able to do lots of cool stuff because you could read minds. We've done more good than any hundred other people. Or rather, you've been the key to it all. I've just been your helper. And now, maybe, you'll have to retire, and just be a normal girl."

They sat in silence. After many minutes, Alex spoke again, "Let me see what you've done for me. You've made me a multimillionaire, gotten me a gorgeous big girl and a pretty little girl to be my lovers. You've gotten me a series of other lovers too. You certainly haven't let me down!"

Alyssa looked up, her eyes hollow. "So you don't need me any more, right?"

Alex saw that he had taken the wrong tack, and tried to see how the world looked to her. He had helped her in their earliest time together, getting her settled when she had no home and helping her come to terms with mind-reading. But once she had mastered it, she had taken charge. She knew more, so she was the leader. He followed.

Was there a grain of truth in his not needing her any more? It was confusing. It took him a while to sort it out, and he wondered if Alyssa would think he was making up a good lie. He wasn't, of course, and yesterday she would have known that.

"I never did need you," he said. "I offered my love forever, whenever you need me, and I still do."

She didn't look like she believed him.

---

Brooke and Sasha were home for dinner. Nicky called to say she had more to do at one of the safe houses.

After her conversation with Alex, Alyssa regressed further, seemingly curling in on herself. He had to carry Alyssa to dinner and spoon feed her, then he had to carry her to the bathroom and sit her on the toilet.

Brooke and Sasha were worried too. They called Nicky to explain their fears, hoping the girl's soul-mate could help. But Nicky was evasive and said she wouldn't be home that night. Alyssa sat on Alex's lap for the evening, then he helped her brush her teeth and prepare for bed.

When he lay her in her bed, she cried, "Don't leave me!" So Alex didn't. He took her to bed with him, telling Sasha and Brooke that they were on their own for the night. Both understood.

The next day Alyssa walked, even if she just shuffled around and had to be told where to go. But she didn't let Alex out of her sight.

At noon, Nicky came back. When Alyssa saw her, she shied away from her, screeching, "No, no! Go away!"

Nicky looked from face to face, then said softly, "OK, Alyssa, I will."

Nicky went to a nearby safe house to call, and they rigged up a speakerphone. At Nicky's request, Sasha and Brooke joined father and daughter to hear the conversation.

"Alyssa, you know I can't read your mind now, right? I'm too far away."

"Yeah," the poor girl whispered, and Alex repeated it in an audible voice.

Nicky spoke. "OK, everyone, here's what's going on. When I met Alyssa yesterday, I could immediately tell from her mind that she couldn't read mine any more. I thought she had done it intentionally. I was scared, and I yelled at her. You don't know what it's like to be the way Alyssa and I were. If she couldn't hold up her half of the loop, what we had was gone. Like losing a spouse. Worse!" She had read the minds of countless widows and widowers, so she spoke with authority. "Now I realize that it must have been much, much worse for Alyssa because she lost the ability to read anyone. I'm sorry, Alyssa, I am so sorry I yelled at you."

Tears welled up in Alyssa's eyes, but she didn't say anything.

After a silence, Nicky continued. "I have to say, guys, it's really hard talking to you this way. It's like Morse Code or something after watching a movie, since I can't tell what you're thinking. If I thought it was permanent, I would be panicking. Maybe that's what Alyssa's feeling."

Alyssa nodded a little.

"Nicky, Alyssa nodded," Alex said.

"Thanks." Nicky seemed to lose her composure momentarily. "When I dropped by the house, I read everyone's mind, of course. And here is what I know about Alyssa that you need to hear."

"Don't say what you know!" Alyssa screamed.

The other three in the room looked at each other. Alex spoke. "Call you later, Nicky."

Alyssa wailed that she didn't want Nicky to ever come back, and that if any of them talked with Nicky she would hate them forever.

With Alyssa plastered to Alex's front, Sasha stepped up to the plate and spoke with Nicky privately in another part of the house.

Sasha said there was no way around it. Nothing could happen until she told them what Nicky knew.

Sasha started explaining. "Alyssa feels worse than naked knowing that Nicky can get her thoughts. She knows what it's like to get someone else's thoughts. The only other person who ever got her thoughts was Nicky, and part of their friendship was that each one knew what the other had gotten from their thoughts. Now Alyssa doesn't know that any more."

Alyssa cried.

"And here's the bigger thing. It has to do with Alex and Alyssa."

"Don't tell!" Alyssa screamed, and ran from the room. She was headed for the front door. Brooke reacted fastest, catching up with her and holding her back from running outside.

"Maybe I should call up Nicky so she can say this just right," Sasha continued. "If Alyssa's hysterical anyway, we might as well get the story first-hand."

Sasha and Brooke held the struggling Alyssa, who suddenly wanted nothing to do with Alex. He stayed on the other side of the room and got Nicky on the phone again.

"It's going to be OK, Alyssa, it is, I promise," said Nicky over the speaker. Alyssa struggled harder.

"See, without her gift, Alyssa needs Alex more than ever. She has always known from the instant they met that Alex wanted to have sex with her. And she always knew that he wouldn't, because she could read his mind. Now she can't read his mind, so she can't tell. And what's worse," Nicky's voice cracked as she spoke, "She thinks that now that she can't read minds and work wonders, that if she doesn't have sex with him then he won't love her any more. And," she added almost unnecessarily, "she doesn't want to have sex with him."

Alyssa collapsed in a heap. Her secret fears were out, so anxiety was replaced by pure grief and hopelessness. Sasha and Brooke comforted her as best they could.

All eyes turned to Alex, who started crying himself. He now hated his pedophilic lust in a way he never had before.

He composed himself.

"Alyssa, I will love you forever, no matter what, and I do not want to have sex with you." In this emotional climate, his libidinal energies had dropped below zero. "And even if I do, I will never, ever do anything you don't want."

Alyssa lay motionless. There was silence in the house.

Then Sasha spoke, quietly. "And if he ever did, I would beat the shit out of him."

It was a stunning remark from easygoing Sasha. It was Brooke who held her hand over her mouth, trying to suppress giggles but not succeeding for long. Then Sasha smiled, then Alex, and then they were all laughing. Alyssa managed a weak smile, and all were delighted at that show of life from the poor little thing.

Nicky came home.

"It's OK," she gently told Alyssa from a distance. "You know I'm a little bit mean, right? But I've worked on it, right? You know how seeing all those helpless people changed me, right?"

Alyssa nodded.

"And think of all the nasty embarrassing things you know about me. If I shared any of the private things I know about you, imagine what you could tell about me."

Alyssa made eye contact and smiled briefly before looking down again.

"I had to tell them, don't you see? You were going to tear yourself apart inside.

"Your daddy means what he says. If he changes his mind, I'll know. You know I love you a lot more than him. And when Sasha said she'd beat the shit out of him if he forced you into anything, she meant it too."

Sasha looked flustered. Nicky sighed. "Only if he actually did it. But Sasha loves you too -- a lot."

She addressed the whole group. "I can tell from your minds that you wonder if you can trust me, since of course it was Alyssa that brought me here, and now our bond isn't what it was. But this is the only place I can read minds and not have to hide it."

Nicky looked at Alyssa, disturbed by the thought she picked up from her. She sighed. "OK, tell them."

Alyssa sniffled and cleared her throat. "Nicky's family life wasn't so great even without the mind-reading, and she would never go back there now that her mom is dead. And she really does love all of you, deep down, even if she doesn't show it so much."

Alex suddenly brightened. He had a flash of inspiration. Nicky sat up too. "That sounds right!" she said.

"Alyssa, I think I've got it! You know how some parents warp their kids, right? By making them think their job is to make the grown-up happy. But you know that's not a kid's job at all. I never wanted to do that to you, but you couldn't help feeling that way! Because you knew all my desires, all the time! A child isn't meant to know their parent's thoughts. A parent lets a child be independent by keeping quiet about their selfish wishes. I couldn't do that! You see how that happened? It's not my fault, and it's not your fault! Now we get to start over.

"It's true, Alyssa. You don't need to do anything for me at all, and I'll love you forever, no matter what."

Nicky nodded. Sasha looked puzzled, but nodded a little. It went right over Brooke's head.

Alyssa looked dazed. Through her years of mind-reading she knew a lot about the human condition. But she had never spied on the thoughts of a man and a daughter who could read his mind. She dimly saw that what her Daddy said made sense. She saw it but didn't quite feel it. She knew Nicky and Sasha thought it made sense. Mostly, she needed to trust him.

As she struggled to her feet, Brooke helped her up. She walked slowly to her daddy, tears flowing. Then she smiled a little. He held out his arms, patiently. An offer, not a demand. And she let herself be enfolded.

---

Alyssa slept with Alex for many nights. She came to him often during the day and snuggled in his lap.

She was aware that he never even got a hard-on when he was with her, at least not when he was awake.

For weeks he never went where she couldn't find him. Sometimes she just sat, dazed. Sometimes she cried. More and more she talked about how miserable it felt to have lost the mind-reading. It had caused her anguish when she got it, and was now causing her anguish when she lost it.

She was much more isolated. She couldn't read the minds of the entire world when they went out; all she could take in was what anyone could see. It was like going deaf.

Nicky and Alyssa's friendship changed, of course. Seeing them together, an observer could now at least hear the half of the conversation that came from Nicky. Yet they shared an enduring bond from that magic time when their minds had spun almost as one.

As Alyssa regained her footing, she needed Alex less at night. She was a big girl, after all. Alyssa knew she was making Brooke and Sasha and her daddy engage in their sexual liaisons at odd times of day, and was happy to let them return to a luxurious night-time of lust and falling asleep in afterglow.

Alyssa stopped sleeping with him. Occasionally she said she wanted to spend the night with him, snuggled up like a small child. He unquestioningly accepted, meaning Brooke and Sasha were on their own for the night. That was one way she knew she came first if she needed him, and since the reassurance he offered was so decisive and unquestioning, she didn't need it often.

---

Then Nicky lost her ability just as suddenly as Alyssa had lost hers. It was Alyssa's turn to step forward and guide her through the enormous loss that she had suffered herself not so long before.

When Nicky's gift left, the safe houses started deteriorating. Without anyone to judge a girl's character, there was no way to tell the hustlers from the ones who truly needed help. Safe houses staffed by professionals have their own difficulties, but they also have their own procedures for dealing with tough cases. Alyssa's houses had had no need of such professional safeguards. With no safeguards at all, they rapidly collapsed.

Nicky slept with Alyssa during her initial intense grief, but not for too long. Nicky didn't need physical affection the way the others did.

---

The five of them were bound together, probably for the rest of their lives.

Alex and Sasha were legally adults. Alex was guilty of untold counts of child sexual abuse, and Sasha was an accomplice.

Brooke and Nicky had their pictures on milk cartons as missing children. No one in authority knew Alyssa was missing, but if her identity became known she would be as surely whisked away from the group. None of the children had anyone they wanted to go back to anyway.

So they were bound together. They were also a family. It was an unusual one, but everyone loved everyone else, and that was no small thing.

---

Puberty surged through Alyssa's veins at the age of eleven. Her breasts started growing, her hips widening, her pussy enlarging.

Alex noticed, but it had little effect on him. He had lusted after Alyssa as a girl and would lust after her as a young woman, and would as surely lust after her at every point between. Her sexual changes were of interest as any other part of her growing up was interesting, but they had no great emotional significance to him.

But he noticed a change in her attitude. First she stopped being physical with him at all, which he mourned but chalked up to adolescence. Then she started acting a little awkward around him.

When she started hugging him again, he sensed the difference. She stroked his chest through his shirt. Her hand lingered on his knee. When they hugged standing up, she squeezed as never before, and made sure to squeeze her pelvis against him.

Alex tried not to react. He had promised not to be sexual with her, and it was only a slight exaggeration to say that his life was the collateral on that promise. But the sexual signals Alyssa was sending were unmistakable. He decided they needed to talk.

"Alyssa, you know how I promised never to touch you sexually during the crisis when you lost your ability, right?

"Yeah."

"The way you're acting around me is pretty sexual. It's not nice to tease me," he said.

"Oh," Alyssa stammered. "OK." She hastily ended the conversation, obviously confused.

---

"Alex, you lucky man," said 23-year-old Sasha.

"Why?"

"You have two women to screw. Or make that one woman and one girl. How would you like a third?"

Alex suspected where this was leading, but he tried to avoid it. "Oh, is it Nicky?"

Sasha rolled her eyes. "No, Alyssa, of course."

Alex looked down. "I promised never to be sexual with her."

"What you promised," Sasha said, "was that you would never do anything sexual that she didn't want. Guess what."

"What?"

"She wants you."

"She's been acting like she's attracted to me," he said. "But she wants me? Like going all the way?"

"Yes," Sasha said.

Alex thrilled inside, but tried to keep calm. "But suppose it's just a phase?"

"She's had the hots for you for six months already. But if you want to give her a little more time, I could see that. She'll hate me for supporting any more delay, but I guess that's just too bad for her."

"So you've talked about it?"

"Of course."

"Nicky and Brooke too?"

"Of course."

---

"I do, dad. I really want it." Alyssa pleaded with Alex once more. It was a conversation that had been going on for weeks.

"You shouldn't do it for me. It's been such a sore subject for you!"

"I'm not doing it for you. I want it for me. Of course, if you don't want me..."

"Of course I want you. I've always wanted you."

She stood in front of him, hands on his shoulders, looking up into his eyes. "I want you. You want me. I want you especially because of all those years you wanted me that you couldn't have me. I would never do it just for you. But since I do want it, it's especially sweet to give you what you've always wanted." She leaned up to whisper in his ear, "And I really, really want it," then smiled and left.

---

Finally, the time was right.

Alex felt his cock at his daughter's opening, poised to slide in. He could sense her hunger to envelop him, to take in a cock for the first time, and not just any cock but her daddy's cock. His desire was just as strong. Still, he paused.

This was the girl who had burst into his house one day and used his pedophilia to keep him from calling the police. The girl he had held while she drank in the horrors of human misery. The girl who had found him Jill in the mall, then Sasha, then Brooke. The girl who had made him a multi-millionaire, and who had relieved so much misery throughout the city. This was also the girl who had crashed back into being just an ordinary little girl. The one who had never wanted him to touch her pussy --except that first day, and who could blame her for that? Now she wanted not just touch. She wanted it all. Everything. Finally.

"Oh, quit teasing me, daddy!" she said, glancing at him hungrily.

Alex gave a big grin as he slowly pushed his member in. She had gotten rid of her own hymen long before, so his cock just kept sliding. Could it really be that her pussy was firmer, richer, more luxurious and sexier than any other he had ever slid into? Or was he just imagining it? Further and further in it slid, until he was finally up to the hilt in his Alyssa. He stayed that way several seconds, then a few more.

"Daddy!" she said with exasperation.

He blinked his eyes to get rid of a few tears.

"Daddy?" she asked.

"It's OK, sweetie," he said. "It's more than OK." Life would have been wonderful if this had never happened, but it had. How truly sweet a dessert it was.

So he started on a slow fuck, father pleasure dancing with daughter pleasure, father lust with daughter lust. Finally.

Once was not enough for either of them. Far from it. Alex had three regular lovers.

---

Within a few months of Alyssa taking Alex has her lover, Sasha developed baby hunger. Alex liked the idea. They didn't exactly ask the permission of the rest of the group, but the idea had come up previously in general terms and no one had raised any serious objections.

Little Theo was born a year later. All the girls loved having a little baby in the house, and even Nicky mused about having her own baby some day.

To everyone's surprise, 14-year-old Alyssa announced she was pregnant just a few months later. She said she had forgotten to take her birth control pills for a few days, though she seemed genuinely uncertain when asked if she might have forgotten on purpose.

At the age of 15, Alyssa gave birth to Abigail and Nancy, twins but not identical.

Alyssa suspected it first. It was uncanny how they always fell asleep and awoke at the same time.

Then one day she was nursing Abigail while Nancy lay on a cloth, her eyes focused somewhere else. Alyssa smiled at Abigail and Abigail returned one of those early baby smiles. At the same instant, she saw from the corner of her eye, Nancy smiled too.

Later that day, when she was unhappy at having her diaper changed, Nancy kicked her feet in that distinctive way babies do when they don't want someone poking them. At the same instant, Abigail kicked her own feet.

When Alex gave an audible moan from the bedroom, having just had an exceptionally intense orgasm ejaculating up inside Brooke, seconds later both babies cooed, wiggled and smiled.

Alyssa ran in her excitement to Nicky, and the two young teens quickly verified what Alyssa suspected.

It sure looked like the two little twins were mind-readers.

The whole household talked about the news and the implications for days. Each considered them privately as well. They knew the power that came with the gift, and wondered what it would feel like to have toddlers who knew what they were thinking. They also knew the pain that could come when the gift disappeared, if it did. Alyssa and Nicky knew all of this with an intensity that the others could never understand.

Yes, interesting times lay ahead for them all.

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