It must have been some turbulence that woke me from a disturbing dream, and for a moment I felt disorientated and confused to where I was.  But when I opened my eyes, the urgent feelings I had from the dream I already had forgotten left as I turned to make sure Suzi was still safe beside.

I tried to adjust my position to help ease the intense stiffness in my back without disturbing her, holding my breath when she stirred, but then smiled when she place more weight against my upper arm that she was using for pillow.

I must have sat there for a half an hour watching her sleep while ignoring my aching back.  The peace I felt with myself was completely... Complete.  Only Suzi mattered to me.  Only Suzi. 

::but what about Tim?::

My back was becoming unbearable, but I refused to move in case it awoke her prematurely.  I tried to form the commands to block the discomfort, but without my share link with Tim, I couldn't hold the pattern together long enough to complete the sequence.

I bit my tongue after letting out my sigh of frustration, but to my relief Suzi didn't stir.

I sensed a probing pair of eyes looking at Suzi and I immediately put up every defense I could muster and prepared to protect her at all costs.  But when my eyes connected with the fourteen year old girl sitting across the isle and she turned her head blushing just a bit, I relaxed slightly while thinking to myself, "I feel so defenseless.  I wish Tim had come back with us."

::why did I leave without him?::

I distracted myself from the stray thought by studying the girl who kept taking quick glimpses back at us to see if I was still watching her.  I looked away so she could do so in peace, but then noticed I could see her in the window's reflection.

The girl was actually more interested in me than Suzi, so I let her stare for as long as she liked without concerning myself with her invasion of my privacy.

The jerk in the seat behind Suzi woke her up by putting his tray up, and I was ready to go beat the shit out of him when Suzi's hands reached behind my neck and used me as a human handle while she stretched.

It just makes me feel so good to know she would use me like that.  She was finally accepting my self-enslavement to her, but she still wasn't entirely used to just demanding what she liked from me without asking me first.

"Joey, would you rub my back a little?" she asked while making her back accessible.

"Yes ma'am," I instantly said, jumping at the chance to do something for her.

"I must have been sleeping crooked," she said with relief after I began my rubbing.  "My back is all stiff."

My own back made a point of reminding me it too was feeling rather stiff, but all I said was, "Must be the seats."

"MMmmmm..  Must be," she purred.

I rubbed for a good ten minutes before she thanked me, then thanked me again with a brief but wet kiss.

My cock stirred knowing what that kind of kiss meant.  I wondered where she was planning on doing it, for we were only about an hour away from landing and then we'd be with our families for the rest of the night, not to mention the whole week.

"Can I have my purse?" Suzi asked sweetly.

I lifted my arms up so she could take it off my lap, then felt a little exposed with the lump in my shorts having been uncovered while she rummaged through her purse.

"Good.  I still have a few," she said to herself, putting her keys and wallet back in her purse and zipping it back up.

"I need your help with something," she said seriously while taking my hand and standing up.

She led me back to the toilets, then while no one was looking, she pulled us both into one of the little rooms and shut the door.

"Hi stud," she said before closing her mouth over mine and inserted her tongue.

I returned her tonguing with my own, then found her hand slipping into my shorts and pulling out my hard dick.

She broke away and asked with a husky voice, "Want some head, stud?"

"I want whatever you want, my mistress," I cooed.

She hesitated a moment and asked, "So you don't care whether I do some of this..."

She knelt down as best she could and gently swirled her tongue around the rim of my cock's head before giving the shaft a few licks up and down.

"... or not?" she finished and looked up.

I swallowed hard before reaching down and lifting her up to my face and saying, "I feel the pleasure just as I always have, but all that really matters to me is doing what you want and making you feel good.  But don't get me wrong.  Your tongue is like a hundred blow jobs, your lips are better than a thousand virgin cunts impaling me.  But it's your pleasure I want, not mine."

She melted in my arms and we ended up cuddling a few minutes before Suzi wrapped her hand around my limp cock and said, "I want you hard and ready."

"Yes ma'am," I said with enthusiasm as my cock instantly replied on its own.

She grinned evilly while stroking my cock a few times, then said with beautiful sparkles in her eyes, "Now you can't make any sounds that would let people know what we're doing in here."

"Yes mistress," I said with confidence.

"And whatever you do...  Don't cum until I say," she said getting down on her knees.

"Yes ma'am," I said without the confidence I had a moment ago.

Shit, I knew I was in for a rough ride.  Suzi has this cruel streak in her that she lets show once in a while, and I could tell by the way she slowly sucked the precum out of my dick's red lips that her cruel streak was positively glowing right then.

Now I'm not a moaner like Tim is during sex, but I guess do have the tendency to verbalize my pleasure in words, usually rather loud words.  Suzi slowly ate my cock millimeter by millimeter, and usually the frustration would have broke me somewhere in the first three minutes.  But I was pretty damn busy biting my tongue to stay quiet all while watching her lips creep up my dick further and further.

When my cock's head reached the back of her mouth, she rested a moment, then pulled back, then pushed forward, then back and forward a few more times.  I thought she was giving me a break when it seemed she was falling into a rhythm, so I wasn't prepared when she suddenly took a deep breath and thrust her mouth forward harder, my cock's head entering her throat with a gasp escaping my lips.

Fuck, was I in serious peril.  She went full out, using her throat muscles on my penis's most sensitive pleasure points, her tongue squirming like mad along my throbbing shaft, and then her left hand started sliding down my crack, looking for my hole to tease and probe.

My toes were curled up into balls, my parted legs and outstretched arms shaking with the strain of trying to keep myself from falling over, and then when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I felt myself start to shiver from the orgasm already in progress.

I couldn't stop it.  I was horrified that I failed her so totally, so completely.  I lost my balance, my butt landing on the toilet seat, causing Suzi's finger to go so deep inside that her fingernail clipped my prostate.

At that point I convulsed in a white blinding flash of pleasure, my teeth drew blood from the effort to hold in my cry as my testicles emptied their contents into the vacuum attached to my dick.

I started crying when I came to my senses, making Suzi look up in surprise and ask, "What's wrong?"

"I failed you," I blurted out.  "I couldn't stop it."

"Oh Joey," she said, reaching up to grasp me behind the neck with both hands, then thought better of it and quickly washed them off at the sink.  "You did exactly what I wanted you to do."

"I did?" I croaked with confusion.

"Of course you did," she said while unzipping her purse and pulling out a condom still in its wrapper.  "I wanted to see if I could make you cum against your will.  Don't you see?  It just proves you can't resist me."

"But," I started to argue as she slipped the condom over my cock and then slipped her shorts and panties off.

"I never asked for your enslavement.  I tried to accept it because you wanted it so badly, remember?  But now I understand it enough to enjoy it the way you want me to, and I think I'm ready to fully accept your... gift.

"So..." she growled as her cunt slid down my pole and came to a rest. "Do you Joey Theodore Conner abandon your free will to serve mine?"

"Yes," I said without any doubt in my soul.

"Do you swear to hold no grudges, no ill feelings of any kind for anyone who I may give attention to?"

"Yes.  I swear on the blood running through my veins."

"Do you vow to protect me, watch over me, pleasure me, and above all, love me for as long as we are together?"

"I solemnly vow all this and more."

"Then for this moment on, you will not concern yourself with always blindly following my orders to the letter, but instead be the intelligent, forward thinking, self motivated lover I desire the most from you, and you always give yourself to me completely whenever we make love."

"Yes mistress," I said with all my soul.

After signing the contract with a heavy kiss, I proceeded to carry out my new objectives by standing up with her still impaled on my cock, turning us around, setting her butt down on top of the toilet's reservoir then pinning her up against the curved exterior wall and fuck her as hard as I could.

We got an assortment of different looks from the other passengers as we made our way back to our seats.  There were some who were obviously discussed with us, while many were simply amused and other slightly envious.  But none of their looks bothered me in the least, for I no longer had any pride or modesty to feel.  I had given it all to Suzi to guide and care for.

But when I sat down and noticed that girl across the isle looking at us with fascination, I couldn't help but nod my head, grin at her, and then wink, which she hesitantly did like wise to me a second later.

Whenever we came home from a family vacation, my dad would always say there's no rest for a weary traveler while we unloaded the car and unpacked.

After stepping over the empty boxes waiting outside my bedroom door the next morning, "There's no rest for a weary traveler," was the first words out of my mouth when I strolled out to the kitchen and gave my mom a hug from behind.

"Don't expect any sympathy from me," my mom snorted.  "If you think you can go traipsing off to England leaving your poor mother who's never even been to a foreign country and expect her to pack up your shit up for you when you get back, you're full of shit."

"Shit, ma," I said before giving her a healthy kiss on the cheek.  "You missed me that much?"

"Of course I did," she said, with a smile.  "But not as much as your father.  You should have heard him cussing you out for not being here to help with the packing all week."

"Heh, I think I can still hear it bouncing around the walls," I said sitting down and taking the rather bare kitchen in.  "When does the van get here?"

"Noon, so you better get off your ass and start packing your shit up if you don't want it left behind."

Not one to argue with logic, I stole a finger full of blueberry biscuit dough she was mixing up before going back to my room, carrying the boxes in with me to start filling.

It was strange.  The whole time I was sorting through the years of junk I had collected and deciding what to keep and what to throw out, not once did I think about why Tim hadn't come back with us, or even recall his promise to help me pack before we had left on our trip.

Another thing which later struck me odd was how content I had been packing up to leave the house which I had lived in all my life.  I did everything but cry when I helped Tim and Samantha move out of the house just down the street.  And I always tried to avoid looking at their old house because to me it was still their house, not the Hussain's who moved in after them.

I admit I was excited about moving to Kenton County and being around my sister and Tommy, and the house we were moving into was a lot nicer than my childhood home.  Shit, like having a private bath all to myself excited me.  But come to think of it, that's pretty weird too since the past twelve years I had been the only one to use the bathroom that Sarah and I shared when I was little.

After the moving van and my parents left around four in the afternoon, I sat in the middle of my furnitureless room finishing packing up a few things left in my closet.  I had to go pee, but I was trying to hold it off long enough to finish, but finally gave in and got up to go take a leak.

When I came back from the bathroom, I got caught up in the memory of the time Tim and I had wallpapered my room when we were eleven.  The Mustang wallpaper had faded a bit making some of the cherry red convertibles look more like hot pink.  At first it was a little eerie remembering the argument we had about me getting a Mustang when I got my license, but then I noticed one strip had curled up at the base where my bed had been and I had this overwhelming urge to peel that piece off the wall and take it with me to frame.

"Shit....  Fuck!" I cursed when the tiny piece tore.  "Damnit Tim.  Why the fuck did we have to add Elmer's glue to the paste!"

I tried a couple of other strips with similar results, then nearly kicked myself for not remembering we had hid the scraps in the ceiling of the basement in my safe.

So I went downstairs and went over to the laundry area which was the only part of the basement that had been finished.

"Shit, I can't believe I almost forgot to empty out the safe," I said to myself as I struggled to reach up into the joists above the laundry room's wall and searched for the homemade combination lock.

Tim and I had build it out of wood, paperclips, and the UHF knob off our old black and white TV set which was long gone by then.  The lock wouldn't have actually kept anyone out, but it was still our secret safe, and if you were careful not to twist the knob off, it actually did act as a lock.  Sort of.

I couldn't feel the lock anywhere, and just a glance around the empty basement told me there wasn't anything to stand on so I could climb up and see.  So I pulled myself up as best I could and found the reason why I hadn't found the knob.

"So much for Tim's 200 year guarantee on his tape job holding up the door," I chucked to myself as I pulled out the flattened safe's door, frame and all, and put it on the step to go up.

I felt a knot in my throat when I pulled the ancient paper grocery bag out as I recalled what else was in there.

Somewhere in the scraps of wallpaper was the very first centerfold Tim and I had ever seen.  Tim had found it folded up in a library book, and to an eleven year old, it was like finding a gold coin in your pocket of change.

Also inside the bag was the Barbie doll Tim and I had stolen from the girl down the street because it had looked a lot like the girl in the centerfold.  I remembered us spending hours on end drawing nipples on the doll with pencils trying to match the girl's picture.  You just try drawing perfect circles on curved hard plastic and see how easy it is, wise ass.

The Barbie and the centerfold had been in the 'safe' because they had been something we wanted to hide from everyone, and the wallpaper was just a perfect cover for them.  But there was one item I had valued so much that I had put it in the bag and into the safe six years previous.

But my Hot Wheels classic 1968 cherry red Mustang convertible with doors that opened and a trunk that didn't want to stay shut wasn't in the bag.  After trying to see into the darkness of what remained of my childhood safe, I carried my valuables upstairs and out to my real cherry red Mustang convertible wondering if Tim had taken my favorite toy when I had my back turned.

I didn't really care about the toy itself any more.  I just had to know whether or not Tim had betrayed me all that time ago.  So I dumped the contents of my glove compartment to get the flashlight I had in there, borrowed a stepstool from my neighbor, then went back downstairs thinking, "I bet that's why Tim didn't come back with us.  He didn't want to be here in case I emptied my safe."

But sure enough, when I shone my flashlight down the dusty hole, there was my little car turned upside down against one of the joists making up the wall of my safe.

"Shit," I said feeling guilty as hell.  "Maybe I should leave you up here to punish myself....  Nah...  I'll just give it to Tim when he gets back."

After taking the rest of my stuff out to my overflowing car and returned the stepstool, I locked the door to the only house I'd ever called home, then walked away with slowing steps before turning around and taking one last long look.

I sighed and wiped away a rebelling tear before turning to get in my car saying out loud, "Damnit Tim... You should have been here."

One week later, I was busily straightening my new room in preparation for Suzi's first visit.  We had still been taking things out of boxes that morning, and my dad and I still hadn't gotten around to setting up the garage with our tools.  But for the most part we were pretty much moved in, and I couldn't wait to try out my new shower with Suz.

Before I left my room, I grabbed the colorful plaid hat I had found in my suitcase from our trip and hung it on the corner of my dresser's mirror, then gave my newly framed patch of Mustang wallpaper a friendly pat, grinning at the thought that I had probably patted the centerfold hidden behind it right on the tits.

Shit, I could barely contain myself when Suzi's parent's car slowly came around the corner and finally pulled into our driveway.

"Hi," Suzi chirped when she hopped out of the Lincoln Continental and leapt up to pop me a kiss.

I caught her before she fell away and explained how much I had missed her with my lips.

"Joey... Stop," She mewed after I had worked my lips to where her left shoulder and neck met.

I gave her one last kiss on her now bare shoulder before easing her to the ground and helping her straighten her shirt, blushing along with her.

My mom and dad had come out and greetings had already been exchanged, so we all headed into the house, Jason bringing up the rear.

Suzi, Jason and I went around with the rest for the grand tour, but got off when we got to my room, Jason not immediately taking the hint we wanted to be alone until Suzi suggested he go make sure their dad hadn't left the car's lights on.

I couldn't wipe the grin off my face as she slowly closed my bedroom door and then asked with her teasing voice, "Did you miss your mistress Joey?"

"Ever hour of everyday," I said sitting down on the edge of my bed while anticipating she was about to do something, like maybe leap on me.

But instead, she slowly walked around the room inspecting every little detail, then noticed the hat on my mirror and broke out of her teasing mood saying, "Eric's hat.  Why do you have it?"

"That's Eric's?" I said surprised.  "I thought you bought it for me and snuck it into my suitcase or something."

"No I..." she said with a confused look spread across her face.  But then she shrugged, put it on her head with it tilted slightly, and turned towards me with her cheeks sucked in saying, "Do I luke like a European model?"

"More like a goldfish with a funny hat," I joked.

"Oh you," she said, tossing the hat in my face, then knocked me on my back while I was distracted and plastered herself on top of me.

"Joey," Suzi began after we had traded all of our spit with each other.  "I think I'm addicted."

"Addicted?  To what?" I asked while aiding her to remove my shirt.

"To having you at my beck and call," she said breathlessly as she started sucking on my chest.

"All I've thought about," she said while working her way down my chest to my stomach,  "this past week, is how I can, make this hard, with a simple word.  I've been fucking wet ever since we fucked in the plane."

"Oh shit, Suz..." I moaned as she swallowed my cock and started to swallowing over and over.

She brought me off so hard and quick, I was still in la la land when she mounted me and told me to fuck her brains out, but not to cum inside her.

Without a condom on, I understood this wasn't a test, or at least one we couldn't afford I fail.

But really, it wasn't that difficult to do.  I had already cum, and I had cum really hard.  So I guess between that and my desire to pleasure her for as long as I could, I was able to keep my cock as hard as she wanted while I banged her seven or eight times at different speeds without getting the urge to spurt my seed.

By the time she called it quits, we were both exhausted, covered with our sweat and other juices, and I was feeling the strain on my balls from holding back so long.

She was laying on top of me as usual with my dick still inside her cunt on the verge of falling asleep.  But when my cock gave up and started to soften, she stirred, then looked up and said, "Stay hard for me a little longer."

It wasn't a request.  It was an order.  An order that sent a shiver down my entire body and resulted in my fulfilling it without needing to consciously try.

Unfortunately, at that moment Tommy burst into the room making airplane noises with Richie on his back, then froze when he saw us.

I squawked "GET OUT!" then barely got a glance of Richie's face breaking out in a grin as Tommy panicked and fled.

"Maybe we better get dressed," Suzi said after leaping off me and shutting the door.

"Shit.  Shit.  I can't believe Tommy saw us like that.  He's too damn young to..."

"Oh come on, Joey," Suzi said while wiggling into her panties and shorts.  "Surely he's seen your sister or his dad..."

"No he hasn't.  They've been really careful about keeping all of that stuff away from him.  Sarah's gonna explode when she finds out," I moaned as I finished dressing by putting on my shirt.

After Suzi straightened her hair, she left while I straightened up my bed.  But when I turned to leave, I nearly jumped out of my sandals from Richie standing in the middle of my room watching me.

"Uh, hey, Richie," I managed to say while he broke out in a grin.

"Hi," he said before darting out of the room giggling.

"Weird kid," I sighed to myself, then followed him out to face the heat.

I was surprised when Sarah gave me a warm hug hello, but I played it cool like nothing had happened seeing she didn't have a clue at what had gone on.

Samantha was in the kitchen with my mom, while Charles, Frank, and my dad were outside sitting on the porch, probably listening to my dad's landscaping plans for the back yard.

"Stan and Gina couldn't come?" I said to Sarah while trying to figure out where Suzi and her mom had gone.

"Stan wouldn't come after finding out how mom feels about him," she said sounding slightly exasperated.  "And Gina's new boyfriend works tonight and she had to make sure nobody touches him."

"Touches him?"

"He's a male stripper."

"Ahhh..."

"RRROOOOOAAAAARRRR!!!" Tommy screamed from the front entry hall as he chased Richie in from outdoors.

He's gonna eat me!" Richie yelled excitedly as his one year old feet ran as fast as they could towards the kitchen.

"Tommy!  I told you to take it out doors!" Sarah yelled when Tommy picked Richie up and made loud eating noises while Richie screamed and giggled some more.

Richie screamed in joy before yelling, "Mommy! Mommy!  I'm be-en eaten'!  Help me mommy!  Help me!"

"Tommy!  Did you hear me?" Sarah yelled over the frantic giggles as my mom and Samantha appeared at the doorway watching the two boys' fun.

"Oh Sarah...  Let 'em be.  They're not hurting anything," my mom said.

"Mo-ooooo-mmy!" Richie screamed from on his back while Tommy took a break from ticking him and gave him a wet raspberry.

"I'll save you Richie!" I cried as I grabbed Tommy, tossed him up in the air a few times (high ceiling in there), flipping him upside down in the process and finally giving _him_ a really loud and wet raspberry.

"Do me!  Do me!" Richie yelled after I swung Tommy around a bit and tossed him onto the couch.

"No sir," my mom objected.  "Outside if you're going to roughhouse like that!"

"What?!  If Tommy does it, that's okay? But if I do it..." I objected to her objection.

"Tommy wasn't tossing Richie around like a football," my mom huffed and went back to tending her kitchen.

"Mommy, make me a foa-ball?" Richie asked Samantha.

"Do you want to be a football?" Tommy asked while getting off the couch and leaping towards Richie.

"No!" Richie shouted in amongst giggles as he rushed to his mother's legs for protection.

I started to follow Richie and Tommy into the kitchen, but stopped when I heard Sarah sigh unhappily to herself.

"What's the matter, sis?" I said sitting down next to her on the couch.  "You and Stan still not getting along?"

"Who say's we're not getting along?" Sarah said defensively.

"Mom," I said after grimacing over my big mouth.  "She's had the feeling you and Stan haven't..."

Sarah cut me off by standing up and calling into the kitchen, "Tommy, you better not be pestering Richie in there."

"He's being good," my mom yelled back.  "Leave the poor boy alone, Sarah!"

"Yes, mother," Sarah said between her teeth, walking towards the French doors leading to the back patio.

I walked up behind her, put a sympathetic arm over her shoulders and said, "I'm told I'm good at keeping secrets."

"You?" Sarah said with amusement.  "I remember when you used to peek at your Christmas presents, you would announce what they were before you opened them Christmas morning."

"Shit, Sarah.  I was just a little kid," I said turning red.  "But I never told anyone about that dirty joke you told me."

"What dirty joke?" she asked with a frown.

"The one about the teacher and the stick...  You know...  Deeper, deeper!"

"I told you that?  When?"

"Sometime before you left for college.  I didn't understand it at the time, but I always remembered it."

"So you never told anyone the joke?  Not even that Tim?"

"Okay, I've told others the joke, but I never told anyone who it was that told it to me."

Sarah had been staring at the trees on the edge of our yard without as much as blinking, but then chucked and looked at me saying, "It wasn't very funny of a joke, was it?"

"Nope," I said with a chuckle of my own.  "But you know, until you said so, I always thought it was just too beyond me to understand the funny part."

Sarah looked down a moment while her smile sagged, then glanced up and said, "I'm sorry I wasn't around to explain it."

Not knowing what to say, I hugged my big sister, then picked her up and attempted to toss her up in the air like I had done Tommy.

"Shit Joey!" she laughed after I nearly dropped her.  "Don't try that again."

"Aw...  You used to do it to me all the time," I said before checking to see if she had any ticklish spots.

I didn't have any luck until I tried under her arms, then I straddled her so she couldn't get away and started to take out my revenge for all the those times she had tickled me silly when I was little.

"Joey!  Stop!" she suddenly screamed with panic.

"What? What? Did I hurt you? I wasn't..."

"Get off me," she gasped with urgency, then after I complied she laid real still carefully feeling her abdomen with her hands.

"Sarah," I whined with anxiety.  "What's wrong?  Does it hurt or what?"

I could see in her eyes she was afraid to tell me, but yet she was afraid not to at the same time.

"Tell me, or I'll get mom and then you'll have to tell her," I threatened.

Sarah let out a long sigh, then after carefully sitting up, she whispered shakily to me, "I'm pregnant, but I don't think it's Stan's."

There was a commotion out on the porch at that instant that distracted me a moment from the shock of her words, and while we watched Charles coughing and gasping for air from apparently swallowing some of his ice tea the wrong way, I suddenly understood what had panicked her a minute ago.

"Is it okay?" I said, looking down at her tummy and lightly touching it with my right hand.

"I think so.  I felt a pinch when you were tickling me, but nothing else since."

"Could it be Stan's?" I said after a long pause.

"It's possible, but...  unlikely," she said unhappily.  "Mom was right about us not getting along.  Ever since Denise undid my enslavement to him, he hasn't...  I mean I haven't... (sigh) all we do is argue.  If it wasn't for Tommy, we'd have gone our separate ways by now."

"What do you argue about?" I asked, daring to probe deeper at the risk of her shutting up.

"Everything.  But the biggest is he still expects me to program his girls for him.  I was willing to give up my men and try to do it like mom and dad, but Stan...  He wouldn't even listen to me when I was trying to talk to him about it.  So I guess I tried to make him jealous by taking on a few...  lovers."

"I take it didn't work?"

"If anything, it made things worse," she sighed miserably.  "I'm nearly three months pregnant.  I'm not going to be able to hide it much longer, but I don't know what to tell him or anyone else why I've not said anything to anyone...  You're the only person besides Gina who knows."

"Gina knows?  Weren't you afraid she'd tell her brother or something?"

"Gina would never betray me like that," she said, looking me in the eyes to make sure I understood the true meaning of her words.

"I won't tell anyone, but shit Sarah...  I think you should at least tell mom."

"Mom is the LAST person that should know.  She might not like Stan, but she'd never understand why I could be carrying another man's..."

Samantha interrupted us by coming out and announcing, "Dinner's about ready.  Could you tell the boys outside to come in and wash up?"

"Yes ma'am," I responded instantly.

"Thank you dear," Sam said turning around and going back to the kitchen.

Before I could open the door to do so, Sarah put a hand on my shoulder and made me look at her before saying, "Until I'm ready, you can't tell anyone.  Not even Suzi.  Understand?"

I felt like she was ripping my heart out with that bit about Suzi, but I saw if I didn't keep my word Sarah would never trust me again.

"Okay," I sighed while my heart sank.  "I won't tell Suz even if she begs me."

Then I opened the door and yelled with frustration, "DAD!  DINNER!"

"Shit, Joey!  You don't have to fucken' yell!" dad said while I held the door open for them.

"Daddy Daddy!" Richie cried as he came toddling out from the kitchen with his hands in the air.  "Mommy says wash me!"

"Tommy, go wash your hands too," Sarah called into the kitchen.

"But I've already eaten," Tommy complained, indicating Richie with a wicked grin.

Sarah called him over and said, "Let me see how full you are," before leaning over and giving him a raspberry on his stuck out tummy.

Then to my surprise, she lifted him up and carried him out following Charles and Richie to the bathroom saying, "I better wash my baby's hands myself to make sure they get clean."

"Aren't Jason and the others back yet?" Frank asked me as I washed my hands at the kitchen sink after him.

"Not that I know of.  Where'd they go anyway?"

"Jason needed to stop by the fraternity to pick up his return application from someone, so Suzi and their mother went with him to keep him out of trouble.  It was supposed to be just a quick trip there and back."

"Want me to find out where they are?" I asked.

"I thought you needed Tim for stuff like that?" Frank said a little uncomfortably.

"I could ask Sam to let me link with her long enough to feel Suz out," I explained.

"Well, I..." he said before pausing, then let a grin spread across his face before saying, "That won't be necessary.  They just pulled into the street."

"How could you know that?" I asked as he walked towards the dinning room entrance.

"Don't believe me?  Go look and see for yourself," he said as Tommy carried Richie on his back into the dinning room making horse noises.

I was just about to open the front door when Suzi burst in and said to me, "Sorry...  Are you waiting on us to start eating?"

"You're just in time," I said as her mom and finally Jason came through the door.  "How'd your dad know you were on the street?"

"He must have heard the brakes," Jason explained while taking off his shoes so he wouldn't dirty the new carpet.  "Dad says he can hear them squeaking, but as far as I know nobody else ever hears them."

I went with them to the bathroom to wash their hands, Suzi letting her mother and brother go first before letting me wash her hands for her.

"So what did Sarah say?" Suzi asked me once we were alone.

"What..  What do you mean what did she say?" I said as my stomach took a nose dive.

"About Tommy seeing us...  Is something wrong?" she asked with concern.

"She didn't find out about it, and I think Tommy already forgot it happened," I said while drying her hands with the hand towel.

Suz took the towel from me and hung it up before looping her hands behind my neck and saying, "So what did she say that upset you?"

My heart started racing as I struggled to settle my conflicting loyalties, and finally I just said, "I swore to Sarah I wouldn't tell anyone, but I'll tell you if..."

She put her finger over my lips to shush me, then returned her hand behind my neck and lifted herself up to give me a kiss on the lips.

"I love you, Suz," I said with relief while hugging her as tightly as I dared.

"I love you too," she gasped out, then when I released her from my hug, she said, "Carry me to my seat, my love slave."

"Yes ma'am."

"There you are," my mom said a bit annoyed when I carried Suzi into the dining room.  "Now where's Sarah?"

"And Charles," Frank pointed out while giving my dad a rather alarmed look.

"They'll be right in," Samantha assured us after apparently having telepathically checked on them.

"What were they doing?" my dad said getting up from his chair.

"Who daddy?" Sarah said while giving dad a hug from behind.

"You and uh... Charles."

"We were just... talking," Charles said as he sat down beside Sam.

"What about?" my dad asked as he and Sarah also sat down.

"Oh, just little things," Sarah said beside me with a smile, her hand finding mine and giving it a squeeze.

"Like?" I asked.

"Well..." Sarah said slowly.  "Things like marriage... telepathy... and the things that go with them."

A single green pea went flying across the table and landed in Tommy's mashed potatoes, and as Richie giggled his triumph at his accomplishment, Tommy excitedly asked, "Could someone pass me the peas?"

"Here honey," Sarah said absent mindedly as she complied with his request.  "I know everyone has problems in their marriage, but recently mine has been... especially difficult."

"Sarah, maybe we should talk about his after dinner," my mom said with a sound of tension in her voice.

"Oh... I'm sorry," Sarah said to Suzi's parents.  "I was forgetting..."

"Tommy..." my mom said warningly as Tommy loaded his spoon with a few carefully selected peas.

Tommy sighed and said, "But he fired the first shot..." before popping the spoonful of peas into his mouth.

Frank and Betty exchanged glances before Frank cleared his throat as if to say something, but then he let Betty speak instead.

"We don't mean to pry into other peoples affairs, but...  Well, with Joey sharing his and Tim's... abilities with Suzi, and Jason being... involved with your activities at the university, we feel a bit...  unprepared to handle what's to come.  We can understand it if you don't want to talk about it in front of strangers, but Margaret and Tom are not the only parents with these kind of problems."

"Then...  (sigh) This isn't exactly the way I imagined on telling you," Sarah said a bit nervously to mom and dad.  "But..."

I held my breath as she turned to Tommy and asked, "Tommy, how would you like a little brother or sister?"

"Yeah!" Tommy exclaimed.  "A little brother, mom!  I want one like Richie!"

"Sarah, are you..."  my mom asked.

"Eleven weeks pregnant, give or take a week," Sarah said as she turned to look over at Charles and nod.

"The reason Sarah hasn't told anyone before is because she doesn't think it's her husband's baby," Charles explained while pouring gravy over his mashed potatoes and roast beef.  "There are at least seven other possible fathers, all which are more likely to be the father.  This happens a lot with married voices,  and even more with unmarried voices.  Hmmm...  Come to think about it, it even happened to me once."

"But if it hadn't, we all wouldn't be here now, would we?" Samantha added.

"Do you consider Tim to be a mistake?" Sarah asked as everyone else in the room tried to recover from their shock, including me.

"Yes, dear.  Do you?" Samantha asked while stopping Richie from another attempt to throw another pea at Tommy.

"Back then if I had known, I definitely would have called it a mistake, and I probably would have done everything in my power to abort the pregnancy.  But by the time I did find out about it, I felt differently, and as you can see I liked being a daddy so much I had another."

"You say it like you did all the work," Sam scolded while struggling to get Richie to take his last spoonful of ammunition into his mouth.

"Well, it _was_ harder for me.  You've done all this before, I haven't," Charles said before stuffing a big forkful of potatoes into his mouth.

Sam threw up her hands and shook her head with a shrug before getting a glint in her eye and handing Richie a pea off her plate.

"Daddy..." Richie called.

"Hmmm?" Charles said turning towards him.

"Here," Richie said while tossing the pea at his face.

To our surprise he caught it in his mouth and said, "Thanks son," before turning around and continuing his meal.

"Sarah, you're not thinking about... ending the pregnancy, are you?" mom asked.

"I don't want to, no.  But," she said before choking up and covering her face with her hands.

I put an arm around her and said softly, "It's okay, Sarah.  We'll help figure something out."

"You don't understand," Sarah said, uncovering her face just in time to see a spoonful of peas flying across the table and hitting Sam and my mom.

"Opps," Tommy said while shrinking down in his seat.

"TOMMY!" Sarah screamed, standing up, seizing him and then dragging him out of the room in a rage.

"Sarah, it was my fault for encouraging Richie..." Samantha cried as the first blow to Tommy's butt was heard.

My mom rushed into the kitchen, then as she started yelling at Sarah to stop, my dad and I got up to go back her up.

But by the time we got there, Tommy was trying to wiggle out from between Sarah and my mom as Sarah started bawling into my mom's shoulder.

The only person who spoke during her brief but intense shower of tears was Tommy saying "Mommy, I'm sorry," after pulling his britches back up over his reddening butt cheeks.

"Oh Tommy," Sarah gasped as she let go of my mom and hugged him.  "I'm the one whose sorry."

"See Tommy, when woman has a baby inside her, she has these mood swings..." my dad stuttered out.

"Tom, hush.  Don't confuse him any more than he already is," my mom said while standing up.  "You two go back to the table and finish your dinner."

"... if you would help discipline your son a little more," Sam finished saying as I sat down at the table.

"I wasn't the one who had him throw the pea at me," Charles replied.  "If I hadn't had all that practice catching grapes all those years..."

"Daddy...  peas?" Richie said while stretching forward in his highchair towards the bowl.

"No more peas, Richie," Charles snapped. 

"Here, try some potatoes," he added while stuffing a huge spoon of his mashed potatoes into the little boy's mouth.

Richie's eyes bulged as his mouth closed against his will, then the moment Charles released his control, Richie immediately started pushing the excess out of his mouth as his eyes started filling with the impending tantrum of tears.

"Charles!" Sam yelled while trying to capture the potatoes with her fork before Richie could send them flying.  "You could have choked him!"

"Not likely," he said as Richie finally was able to scream.

"Well you're the one who insisted we come," Suzi's dad suddenly objected.

"I was just saying maybe we should go... Just so the Conner's can take care of their family matters without worrying about us."

"What about all that stuff about Jason and Suzi?  We can learn from the others,  you said."

"Well we can," Betty replied with agitation.  "But of course you're to afraid to.."

"To what?" Frank said, throwing his napkin on his empty plate and turning towards his wife.

"You know what?" Jason said loudly to Suzi and I above the two sets of arguments and a howling one year old.

"What?" Suzi replied.

"If this is what it's like, remind me never to get married."

"Yeah, really," Suzi said as everyone but Richie shut up.

"Here, let me take him so you can finish your dinner," Charles said gently to Samantha while reaching for Richie a minute later.

"I'm fine, thank you," Sam said sharply, but then handed him over anyway when Richie held his arms out to his dad.

I suddenly noticed Tommy standing beside his chair, and I said, "Hey Tommy.  You gonna sit down or stand there all day?"

He silently slinked into his chair, then softly said to Samantha, "I'm sorry for hitting you with those peas."

"That's alright, dear.  I know you didn't mean to hit me," Samantha said.

"And I'm sorry for making you all argue," he said unhappily.

A chorus of "No"s and jumbled explanations immediately followed, all which just resulted in Tommy saying, "Well, I'm sorry anyways."

Richie had settled down on Charles' shoulder while sucking his thumb, but then looked up and said loudly, "Tommy, I wanna eat you."

"You do?" Tommy said, lightening up.

"Roooaaaaarrrr!" Richie said squirming to get off Charles lap.

"But I can't leave the table.  Mommy said.."

"Go ahead," Sarah said meekly.  "That is if Richie can play."

"Daddy, let go!" Richie complained very clearly and precisely, or at least it was for a one year old.

"Might as well.  We won't have any peace if we don't," Samantha said when Charles looked at her.

"Be careful.  He's still just a baby," Sarah said, giving Tommy a kiss on the cheek.

"I know, I know..." Tommy moaned as he got up off his chair and started to jog in place.  "Come on Richie...  I'm running away from ya!"

"You okay?" I asked Sarah as she sat back down with a sigh.

"No, not really.  But I'm ready to talk if you all still want to hear it."

"Apart from the meal, this is sort of what we came here for," Frank admitted.  "To talk."

"It's hard for me to separate what I really feel for Stan and what's left over from me being his..."

"Slave, Sarah.  There's no other word for it," Charles prompted.

Sarah let out a quick sigh then said, "He used to be like a god to me.  Just being near him excited me like I've never felt with anyone else.  When I would get upset because I thought my family was dead, Stan would hold me and tell me it was all right, sometimes spending hours with me to try and make me feel better."

"Sounds like he had a guilty conscience to me," my mom snorted.

"He probably did, especially since he had lost his mom and dad too.  He knew what it felt like, and more than once he cried with me.  But Stan spent a lot of miserable hours with me when he didn't have to.  I guess that's why I still have feelings for him."

"If he was such a compassionate man, then why did he let you go through all that pain in the first place.  It sounds like he knew very well what you'd go through, but he went ahead and made you believe your family was dead anyway," Frank pointed out.

"I can't begin to explain their reasons for what they did to me or my family, simply because I don't know.  Yes Denise and Stan did a horrible and selfish thing, but then they became my family, and I became a part of theirs...

"And then...  I was the one who broke the taboo of me having sex with Stan, I was the one who purposely let myself get pregnant with Tommy, _I_ asked Stan to marry _me_, and..."

"You didn't..." my mom gasped.

All Sarah did was nod, causing my mom to moan, "Oh Sarah...  How could you do such a thing?"

"What?" my dad and I asked when neither of them elaborated any further.

"It wasn't accident," Sarah said emotionally.

"You mean," Betty gasped.

"I fucked all those men with the intention of becoming pregnant so I could...  Shit, I don't know any more what I thought it would get me!  But now I do know I've ruined my life... and Tommy's..."

"Nonsense," Charles objected.  "If this had happened between Sam and I, I would have understood it was her last resort at trying to patch things up between us.  Of course I wouldn't have rested until all seven men were... never allowed to bare children again, but I would have accepted her back and cared for the child as if it was my own."

"All I ever wanted was to have what my mom and dad have," Sarah sighed.

"What do we have?" my dad asked.

"Tom?" my mom said with shock.

"I know what we have.  I want to hear what she thinks we have," Tom explained.

"I don't know," Sarah said looking my dad in the eyes a moment, then glancing towards Suzi's parents and saying, "They have it too."

"But what do they have?" Samantha asked with a puzzled look after not being included in the category.

"Whatever it is that keeps them together even after the sex and love gets old and the magic is all gone."

"Well now I don't feel so insulted," Charles smirked.  "The day sex with Sam gets old is the day I curl up and die."

"Echm, excuse me a moment," Samantha said before slipping under the table.

"Samantha!" my mom yelled with disgust when we heard the sound of a zipper being undone.

Charles just sat back with a smile widening on his face, and finally said, "So what were we talking about?"

"Sam!" my mom said between her teeth while looking under the table.  "You're making a bad example for the children...  Oh my..."

"Shit, Margaret," my dad said after she continued to stare.  "Now who's setting a bad example?"

"I just...  Shit.  I've never seen it done so..." she said before closing her mouth, sitting back down, then fan herself while Frank and Jason tried to steal a peek.

"Getting back to Sarah's question," Betty said after slapping both Frank and Jason on the backs of their heads.

"What question?" I said shivering while Suzi's hand found its way into my lap.

"About what mom and dad have that Stan and I don't," Sarah said, looking at me critically.  "What's the matter?  You cold?"

"Cold? No, I'm not cold," I said as Suzi's finger simply tapped on my dick a few times and triggered an all out hard on.

"Every hair on your arm is standing straight up," Sarah pointed out.

"Maybe a little cold then," I said as I felt her hand leave my lap and I wiped the few still forming beads of sweat off my forehead in relief.

"Raising two children may have a lot to do with it," Betty offered after giving Suzi a displeased look.

"But we're raising Tommy together," Sarah sighed.

"Shit," my dad gasped after nonchalantly looking under the table a moment.

"Isn't she great?" Charles proudly asked my dad.

"Uh, yeah..." my dad said, turning red in the cheeks while Jason and Frank both looked.

"Why doesn't she just do it on the table so everyone can see!?!" Sarah spat.

"Sorry," Frank said, sitting up.

"Holy shit.  Now that's how to give  ARRGHHH" Jason cried as his mother pulled him upright by his hair.

"Sam, your idea isn't working," Charles said.

"Her idea?" Suzi repeated.

"Just a moment," Charles gasped as he and the table shook a few moments, then he went limp with an "Ahhhh."

A few moments later, there was decisive zipper sound, followed by Sam climbing back up on her chair and let out a relaxed sigh.

"I can't believe you did that," mom said with annoyance.  "In my fucking new house, in my fucking new dining room."

A flash of inspiration struck me right then, and I blurted out, "That's what's different!"

After a round of whats, I said, "Mom, dad, when you got married, you both decided you would only have sex with each other, and never really strayed from that.  Same thing with Suzi's mom and dad.  But with Sam and Charles, it's different.  They have sex with others like they always have had."

"I already know all that," Sarah said exasperatedly.  "That's why I wanted to change what Stan and I have to what mom and dad have."

"Oh," I said while my blush traveled down into my legs.

"What idea?" Suzi asked Samantha.

"Maybe now isn't best time to..."  Samantha began.

"No, I'd like to hear what your idea was," Sarah said offensively.

"Sarah," I whimpered.

"It's okay, Joey," Samantha said.  "Sarah, you enjoy the sex you have with your slaves."

"Is that a question?" Sarah asked defensively.

"No, and I wasn't finished.  You've explored as many of the fetishes and different styles as you care to, taken the virginities from countless innocent boys, and have received all the pleasures an experienced man can give a woman.  You're reached a point where one man's cock resembles another, and you simply can't find the excitement in it all any more.  You miss the pleasure, the excitement, the thrill of it all, and it leaves you feeling lonely, empty, even used."

When Samantha didn't continue, my mom exclaimed, "That's supposed to help her feel better?"

"No, Margaret.  It's supposed to make her think.  When I was released from Charles' enslavement, I didn't have anything or anyone besides a few million dollars that I couldn't keep.  I had embraced the advantages and power my abilities had given me for three years, and it was a very hard lesson to learn how to live without using them at all.

"But the thing I missed the most those first few years was the sex.  My naivity coupled with my already overactive sex drive resulted in my aspiring to be the most sexual creature on the planet, and before I was released, Charles forced me to complete the conditioning I had developed to make my body the most sexually pleasurable to not just myself, but to the men I had sex with.

"So after attaining the thing I had desired most, I had to resist experiencing the results for fourteen years.  But after the first few years, I realized that  there was something else missing besides the sex.  Despite all the boys and men I had bedded in my young life, the only one I continually thought of was Charles.  It took me a long time to realize I had fallen in love with him that went beyond anything sexual."

"Well I'm glad everything worked out for you, but I don't see how this relates to me," Sarah said smugly.

"Bottom line it, Sam," Charles simply said.

"The bottom line is...  Well this won't make any sense unless I finish..."

"The bottom line is," Charles interrupted her.  "Enslave the bastard for a year and force him to live like you want, then let him go and see what sticks."

"Sarah can't do that!" my mom shrieked while other comments were expressed opposing the validity of their idea.

But Sarah was quiet.  Too quiet.  Like it had opened up a whole a new realm of possibilities which she hadn't considered.  I guess I stared at her so hard that my eyes were starting to burn her skin, for she suddenly looked at me with a start, and then I suddenly was sensing her thoughts.

"Sorry," I managed to say as I killed the unintentional link.

But Sarah didn't seem to care for her eyes were glowing with all sorts of new ideas forming inside her head.

Suddenly Sarah snapped out of it and said, "Mom, can Tommy stay here tonight?  I need to talk to Wally and I can't take Tommy over there."

"Wally?" I repeated, then understood he was the perfect person to talk it over with.

As Sarah, my mom and my dad argued over that, Suzi whispered, "Who was Wally again?"

"He's the guy who helped Tim and I find Sarah without actually helping us," I said, then when she shook her head I added,  "The really gay voice."

"Oh... Oh yeah... That Wally."

"You mean Richardson?" Jason suddenly exclaimed after Suzi whispered something to him.

"Yes, Wally Richardson," Sarah said, tuning my mom out and focusing her attention on Jason.  "I remember you now...  You were one of Gina's pets, weren't you?"

"Uh, yes, mistress," Jason said meekly.

"He's nobody's pet now," Betty said while standing up and placing her hands on his shoulders somewhat protectively.

"No of course not," Sarah said with slight smile.  "Well, it was nice meeting you all."

She didn't wait for any like replies, and I had the feeling everyone was glad to not have had to make the effort.

"Well..." My mom sighed as she sat down wearily. "My daughter is off to plot her enslavement of her husband....  Anyone want desert?"

Even though there was plenty of chit chat the rest of the evening, there was this tension in the air that made everyone watch what they said, and even think to some extent.  After Samantha and Charles took a few cracks at trying to loosen everyone up so they would just talk freely, they decided to leave, hoping to take the tension with them.

"I'm starting to regret moving out here," my mom sighed once they were gone.

"Now Marge.." my dad said with compassion.  "We knew Sarah wasn't the perfect little angel."

"No, but...  I'm not sure if I want to be around to see Joey following in her footsteps if that's where they lead."

"Awe, mom..." I groaned.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Conner.  I won't let him," Suzi said smartly.

"And who's going to stop you from following right along with them?" Betty said.

"Don't look at me," Jason said when Suzi glanced at him for support.  "Once I'm back in the frat house, I'll be too busy pumping up and studying to care about anything else."

"Unless you become someone else's pet like last time," Frank pointed out sourly.

"If I'm so lucky, yeah," Jason shrugged.

"Jason, you really don't care that you'll be under the control of someone else, do you?" my dad asked.

"I guess not.  I mean, there's nothing really bad about what they do to you.  I'm guaranteed good grades, a great body, and the parties...  Whew!  And the best part is every night I have the biggest orgasm after working my body as hard as it can go.  I'm still me when its all said and done.  Being a pet for one of them is just the icing of the cake."

"He's right," I said when Jason's words didn't impress them in the least.  "I know how scary it seems to you, but there are a lot worse things that could happen.  Getting into the Eta's means no drugs, hardly ever any booze, no skimping on school work, and any sex that's mandatory you don't remember having once you're out.  I've thought about it a lot, and having been through it myself, I think it's worth them using your body like that for what you get in return."

"I guess you just can't appreciate something you haven't tried yourself," Betty sighed.

"Was that a request?" Suzi teased her mother.

"No!" she exclaimed slightly panicked, then said, "Suzi, don't ever joke about something like that again.  I'm already a nervous wreck."

"Well, I know one good reason why we can't leave," my dad said.

"What's that?" my mom snapped.

My dad pointed at Tommy who was curled up fast asleep in the corner of the couch next to my mom.

"Damn you," my mom cussed softly.  "You're right."

Suzi and I took everyone's empty ice cream bowls back into the kitchen a while later, and after Suzi sat down at the kitchen table without having said a word besides a sigh, I sat down next to her and waited for her to speak first.

"I wish parents didn't worry so much," she finally said.

"It's their job.  Besides, somebody has to do it."

"Joey, do you think we're turning out like Sarah and Tim's parents more than our own?"

"Maybe.  But I doubt we'll turn out like any of them really.  Probably a mix of some sort."

"I think I'm turning out like Samantha," Suzi said sadly.  "All week long I've been dreaming about all the sex I could have...  And not just with you, but with some of those frat guys too."

"If that's what you want, then that's what you'll have," I said honestly.  "I think I've already passed that point that Sam talked about.  I don't care about having sex with as many different people as I can any more.  All I want is to be with you, to make you happy.  If that means sharing you with a thousand guys, so be it.  I'm positive you'll reach that point too, and then we'll be together forever.  Just like our moms and dads."

"That does make sense, in a perverted way," Suzi said, crawling onto my lap.  "But before I start my quest to fuck every stud in the school, I want to make sure I've had my fill of this stud right here.  Day after tomorrow, you and me...  Road trip."

"Road trip?" I said while she teased my ear with her tongue.

"I have a few places I want to make love at."

Shit, I had thought those places would be romantic, maybe expensive, and most of all, private.  But when we arrived at the mall two days later, I shivered when it hit me she meant to take her voyeurism to a new level.

Suzi wasn't stupid.  She knew what she was about to get us into would be dangerous, especially without me linked to someone in case of trouble.  Yet the concept of having sex in a public place was so alluring, so stimulating to her, I couldn't object.

We started really small at first.  Making out in corners of shops, openly fondling each other's privates at random times, all while being very careful at doing it when nobody was looking.  God it was hell.  Exciting, but still hell to me.  The object was to get away with as much as possible without anyone noticing.  We had a few close calls, and several dirty or blank looks, but by dinnertime we had mastered the safe stuff, and Suzi was ready to go a little further.

Suzi gave me head in the men's room, then I returned the favor in the women's, our fun being interrupted three times, but as far as we know nobody knew there was more than one person in the stalls we occupied.

She masturbated me at the back of a bookstore, shooting my wad all over the romance novels before we rushed out with my zipper still undone.  I sucked her tits from the center of one of the racks of blue jeans in the men's department, then from within a rack of short skirts we traded underwear, knowing full well our legs were totally exposed for anyone to see what we were doing if nothing else.

After that rush went to her head, she started conjuring up all sorts of crazy and reckless things to do, all which I vetoed for the risk being too great to take.

Our finishing act was by far the riskiest, yet wasn't too reckless for me to say no.  We hid inside two separate racks of jeans and waited for over an hour for the mall to close and the place to empty out.  After the lights were out and everything was quiet, I carefully slipped out and looked around real good before sounding the all clear.

Damn her motor was really running.  When she came out of her rack, she leapt up and gave me a super wet kiss before jumping back down and leading me out into the mall, naturally choosing the least concealing bench for our fuck.

She was shaking like a leaf while I undressed her, but she also was wetter than I ever had seen her before, and I couldn't take my clothes off fast enough before burying my cock in that nectar filled cunt of hers.

After our fuck in the middle of the mall, we snuck out and ran like hell.

Over the next week, Suzi and I separately looked for summer jobs to help pass the time before we'd be together at Central State.  Suzi found one first at a local drugstore, and I got a job the next day at a restaurant as a bus boy.

Every morning since I came back from our trip, I woke up thinking I had to do something, something important, but I never remembered what it was.  It didn't really bother me until I got a call from Samantha before leaving for work on my third day.

"Hey, what's up?"

"I forgot to ask you last week at the dinner about Eric.  His parents have called here three times asking about him, but I can't get a hold of Tim at the Birmingham..."

"Why are they calling you about Eric?  Did he have another empathic attack?"

"We don't know.  Like I said, we can't get a hold of Tim to find anything out.  Any idea where Tim would have taken Eric and the twins?"

"Sam, Eric didn't go with us to England," I said slowly.  "After we got to the airport, Eric decided he wanted to stay because his dad needed him.  He said if he got worse, he'd call and then we'd figure something out."

"Are you certain Eric didn't get on the plane with you?"

"Positive.  His seat would have been right next to mine."

"Joey, no one has seen Eric since the morning you all left Atlanta.  Are you sure Eric couldn't have somehow gotten on the plane without you noticing?"

"As sure as I can be.  But even if he had, why would he hide from us?"

Samantha sighed, then said, "I don't know.  The girl Candice has also been calling us to find out when Eric would be coming back ever since you and Suzi came home and Eric didn't.  Now I really do need to talk to Tim.  Any idea what his plans were?"

"I uh... well, you see... When Tim said he was going to stay with the twins to help them remember their old selves,  Suzi and I thought the twins had done something to him and sort of ganged up on him... He got really pissed and told us to go home, and wouldn't talk to us about what he was going to do.  He was pretty moody from all what he was doing with the twins."

"Joey, why didn't say something before?  What if the twins have done something to him?"

"I don't know..." I said as I struggled to retain the concern I was feeling.  "I guess because it was Tim's decision, and Suzi didn't want to upset him any more than he already was about it.  And Sam...  He is all right.  I just know he is."

She sighed again, then said, "Maybe he is, but what about Eric?  What do I tell his parents?  (sigh) Is there anything Eric said or did before you left him that might have indicated what he was going to do?"

I hesitated as I attempted to remember what Eric had said when he had decided not to go, but all I could recall were the jumbled emotions he had expressed about not leaving his dad, and told her so.

When I got off the phone with Samantha, I called Suzi to tell her, but nobody was home and I didn't feel like leaving message on their answering machine.  By the next time I did talk to Suzi, I had forgotten all about it.

Sarah and Wally dropped Tommy off the following Friday before heading over to Stan's private palace to settle things.  My mom was biting her lip to keep her tongue while they were there, but she managed to distract herself with Tommy after they left.  After she put Tommy to bed, though, she was worried to the point of tears, and after an hour of hell, I told my dad I was going out and headed over to Stan's so called palace to find out the answers to my mom's worst fears.

From the outside, Stan's 'palace' still looked like the old brick shoe factory it originally had been when they had bought the place.  Even part of the ground floor on the inside had been left in its original condition just to mislead anyone who might wander in off the streets as to the true purpose of the building was.

But beyond a particular door which was guarded around the clock by these huge mean looking security guards, the building resembled the palace which it's name implied.  Beautiful women, expensive decorations and furniture, beautiful women... Heh.  Well, I never did really look at the paintings and other shit.

Anyway, having gone there several times my Junior year to enjoy the hospitality of my brother-in-law, I didn't have any problems with the guards letting me in.  And even though I swear I didn't remember having seen any of the girls in there before, they all seemed to know who I was and did everything they could to tempt me to one of the many rooms designated for having sex.

My mom's worries, and I guess my own too, kept my mind off of the temptations presented all around me.  Even if that hadn't had done it, I still wouldn't have fucked any of them simply because Suzi hadn't wished me to.

It took me a good twenty minutes to find Sarah, and when I did all of my mother's worries suddenly became justified.  Sarah was on her knees as naked as the day she was born, sucking Stan's cock like it was the candy of the gods, while Stan just stood there with his eyes closed softly moaning in pleasure.

My shock turned to rage, and just as I was about to run up to the bastard and strangle him with my own two hands, Wally said from the corner, "Sarah, you have a visitor..."

Sarah slowly pulled her mouth off Stan's rigid cock before kissing her way up his chest while standing up. 

When she turned around with this satisfied smile on her face, I exploded, "Sarah!  WHat the FUCK is going on!?"

"Oh Joey!" Sarah exclaimed with happiness while Stan began suck his way down her neck to her left shoulder.  "It's the best of both worlds... I'm his, and he's mine."

She then turned around and met his eager lips with her own, then they both slowly lowered themselves to the padded ground and slurped on each other's faces for a while.

"Wally?  What does she mean?" I said confused as Stan obediently moved to suck on her left nipple at her request.  "Did she enslave him, or is it the other way around?"

"Both, and neither," Wally said with a sigh.  "Stanley wouldn't agree to being Sarah's slave, making the excuse that your mother had turned her against him and she wouldn't let him go after getting her so called revenge.  I got rather impatient with them after they started arguing again..."

"You?  Got impatient?"

"I have very little patience when it comes to people not getting along, especially when it's their own stubbornness at the cause of it all.  So when I couldn't take it any more, I stepped between them and suggested that if Stanley wouldn't be Sarah's slave alone, then what if I enslaved Sarah to Stanley also."

"And he went for that?!" I said while Sarah's moans grew stronger from Stan's mouth on her...  swelled breasts due to her pregnancy.

"You could say he agreed to a test period, which just ended," Wall said, having increasing his volume so they would hear as well.

Sarah's moans immediately decreased in volume, then Stan slowed his sucking down until he finally rolled off her, panting for breath.

Sarah rolled onto her side and propped her head up with her arm and watched Stan with a calculating gaze as he regained his breath.

"Shit, Sarah..." Stan finally said when he looked at her.

"Well?" she said with a touch of anger in her voice.

"Well what?" he snapped back.  "I got to think about, damn it.  You can't expect me to agree to something like this without giving it some thought!"

"At least I'm giving you the choice!" she huffed nastily, sitting up.

"What is that supposed to mean?!" he said defensively, also sitting up.

"Don't start that again!" Sarah snarled.

"Here we go again," sighed Wally.

On an urge, I stepped forward and knelt down between them, but before I could say anything, Sarah yelled, "Stay out this, Joey!"

"I came here to find out what's going on so my mom could stop having her crying fits.  Normally she does a lot of screaming and yelling in between, but she can't without waking Tommy, so she just cries twice as hard.  And do you know why she's crying?  I'll tell you why.  Because her grandson blames himself for his parents arguing all the time."

"What?" Sarah gasped.

"That's impossible.  We don't argue around him," Stan said unconvincingly.

"That's because he doesn't let you know he's there. 

"Tommy walked in on Suzi and I after having sex that day we had our open house.  It bugged me that he never asked me about it, and I don't think he's gone in my room since.  So after Sarah dropped Tommy off today, I managed to link with him and found the reason he ran out so fast was because he thought Suzi and I were about to start arguing.

"All this time you two thought you had been keeping this shit away from Tommy, but guess what?  Not only does he know what goes on behind your bedroom door every night, he suppresses it because how much it upsets him.  Maybe if you two stopped being so God damn selfish and started thinking about others for once in your life, you wouldn't be so unhappy.  Or at least maybe the people who care about you wouldn't be."

I was shaking from emotion as I waited for their response, then when they apparently renewed their arguing telepathically, I got up on my feet with a huff of disgust and said to Wally, "Good night, Wally.  I hope you don't go out of your way for these..."

"Joey...  Wait," Sarah called from the floor.  "We're just..."

"Fuck it Sarah," Stan said angrily.  "You know we can't get along unless at least one of us is the slave.  I'll agree on one condition."

"What?" Sarah said, bracing herself for the blow.

"We test to see who the real father is, and if it's not me, you abort it and..."

"Absolutely NOT!" Sarah yelled.

"Then the deal is OFF!"

"STOP!" Wally screamed, getting up and walking over to Sarah  "It's a deal, and NOT ANOTHER WORD!"

"But Wally, I'm NOT going to..." Sarah said aggressively.

"You can't force her to give..." I said at the same time.

"The baby IS Stanley's," Wally explained.  "Sarah, you had me alter your mind after you first became pregnant to think otherwise to try and shake Stanley up, but I've had enough of this!  Sarah, lower your barrier."

"How do I know you're not just making her believe it's mine and it isn't?" Stan said as Wally concentrated on Sarah's mind.

"Have the child tested once it's born if it matters so much to you," Wally said.  "But I'm not making this up.  I have never lied to you before, Stanley.  Mislead perhaps, but never outright lied."

"It's true, Stan," Sarah said apologetically.  "After I confirmed I was pregnant, I tried to tell you, but you... we got into another argument and I was so mad at you afterwards I went to Wally and talked him into it.  I'm sorry.  I've been miserable ever since, I've made my parents miserable, and if Tommy..."

"Okay, all right, I believe you," Stan said frustrated.  "Sarah, break your link with Wally and link with me so he can go home."

"But you can't do me after I..."

"Then don't.  I've been so damn selfish about what I thought I lost when Denise freed you, I didn't see what I was losing since then.  I surrender myself to being your...  plaything.  I just don't want anyone else around when it happens, okay?"

"Well Sarah?  Do I leave?" Wally asked after no one said anything for a minute or two.

"No, not yet."

"Fuck Sarah," Stanley groaned, laying down and rubbing his face out of frustration.  "Even when I give you what you want, you have to argue about it?"

Sarah looked up at Wally to make sure he wasn't going to leave, so Wally went back to his corner and sat down, then patted the spot beside him while looking at me.

I glanced at Sarah to make sure it was okay, then took Wally up on his offer.

Once I was settled, I found Sarah climbing on top of Stan which triggered Stan's cock to partially inflate.

"Wally, make me...  Make me so I see him as the god I once believed him to be... Make me feel the magic that his touch used to carry...  Make me desire him and only him till death do us part, and even after."

Wally looked at me with a questioning look, then after I shrugged, he said, "What about you, Stanley?"

"I uh...  (sigh) Awe fuck it.  I was getting bored with all these girls anyway.  Make me feel the same way about her, Wally.  But when she gets herself buried in her work like she always does and doesn't have time for me for weeks on end, I'm going to be a bear to work with."

I frowned and whispered to Wally, "What work does he do?"

"Don't you know?  He's the Dean of the School of Medicine at Central State," Wally stated before frowning and saying, "Well, if you two would stop sending thoughts to each other, it'd make things easier."

"Sorry," they both said.

"That's better," Wally said under his breath as he focused his mind on his work.

"Joey," Sarah said a moment later. "Tell mom and dad I'm sorry for making them worry like that.  I never meant to hurt them."

"I'll tell them, sis.  Uhm, do you want us to keep Tommy for the weekend?"

"No, thanks, but no," Stan said firmly.  "We need to spend some happy time together around him, don't we my beautiful, beautiful Sarah?"

"Oh Stanley," Sarah said, melting on top of him.  "I've missed you so much."

"Time to leave," Wally said gently to me.

I stood up, then when Wally didn't immediately rise himself, I looked down and found him waiting for me to help him up.

"Same old Wally," I said with a grin as I took his soft hand and pulled him to his feet.

"Well, someone has to be predictable around here.  First Denise moves to California, then Gina falls in love with a stripper, and now this.  What's next, Joey?"

"How about... You decide that you like girls after all and go fuck those three girls over there?"

"Tempting....  But I don't think Alex would approve.  He's become very selfish himself when it comes to me."

"And you love every moment of it," I said while opening a door for him.

"Yes... So incredibly selfish," he sighed dreamily.

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