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 like 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.
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.
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 speeded 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.
"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.
"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."
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 laid 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.
"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."
"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.
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 as 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.