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The Force (mf, mff, mc, inc, oral, anal)
by Dorsai
Copyright (c) 2001 - Dorsai
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The Force
I was thirteen years old when it happened.
I was in the theater, watching Star Wars, and got completely tripped
out during that scene where old Obi-Wan and Luke got pulled over by
the Imperial Trooper. Obi-Wan waved his hand and the gonzo in the
styrofoam bodysuit completely forgot what was happening.
The other thing that got me going - maybe not as much, but still -
was those slick light sabers; those things were simply too cool, by
half. I wanted one. REAL bad.
After I saw the movie about a dozen times, I finally got started on
the idea of how something like "the force" could work, and what the
hell those light sabers could be. I started trying to read up on
anything I could find that might have anything to do with it. Initial
progress was pretty good, but when I exhausted the readily available
stuff, things slowed down - a LOT.
Hypnotism I picked up pretty quick, learning self-hypnosis easily. It
helped me in school by making it easier for me to study and stay calm
during tests, but didn't do much to let me control others. But
hypnotism led me off to meditation - which helped my concentration -
then yoga (which I passed off as a way to avoid injuries on the
baseball and basketball teams - I was secure in my place as a good,
but not great, player on both teams). There was a limited number of
subjects that dealt directly with the mind, so I found myself trying
to learn what I could of how the mind WORKED. The only noticeable
benefit from that was a distinct improvement in my grades: when you
start trying to learn college-level biochemistry, physics, medicine,
neurology, and all that kind of stuff, you can't help but show
improvement in the latter stages of middle school. Since all my
studying and reading was having a benefit on my grades, my folks were
content to leave me alone, for the most part. At first, my younger
sister - Holly - delighted in harassing me about it, but when it
didn't do her any good, and our parents didn't fuss about what I was
doing, she soon gave up.
Along with trying to learn how something like Obi-Wan's mind control
gig worked, I also got thinking about what a light saber was, and how
it could work - and that got me going in electronics and physics. I'm
not all that smart, but a lot of this stuff seemed to 'click' with
me, and I didn't have that much trouble with it - I mean, both
subjects had very distinct, very clear 'rules' that they operated by,
and once I learned those rules, it all pretty much fell into place.
Hell, a lot of it was pretty interesting, and I found myself spending
more and more time learning about EEGs (electroencephalograms),
biofeedback, and stuff like that, and less and less on 'the force'.
By the time I got to high school, I had a pretty elaborate
electronics setup in the basement - test equipment, parts, tools, the
whole thing. I had part-time jobs with a couple of electronics places
in town that kept me in parts and books, plus a little spending
money. I wasn't getting rich, by a long shot, but I didn't have to
worry too much about going to a movie or anything, either. I wasn't
exactly a nerd, by virtue of being involved in sports, but I wasn't a
jock, because I had an interest in this other stuff, too. The net
effect was that I had a few close friends - some of the less nerdy
brains, and some of the smarter athletes.
The other thing that happened was that my sister, two years younger
than I was, started to blossom; then get interested in boys, and
going out with her friends. Her almost constant need for money, and
my need of test subjects, kind of brought us together - more often
that she liked, and not as often as I wanted. The deal was that when
I needed a test subject (mapping brain waves, for example) AND she
was hard up enough to want the money from me, she would agree to be
wired up for an hour or so. I'd get the data I needed, and she'd get
the money she wanted. Our folks worried about it at first, but when
nobody got hurt (something I was *meticulous* about), and since both
of us seemed reasonably content with the transactions, let it go. The
testing wasn't difficult - I'd simply paste a number of electrodes to
her head, and record the patterns of voltages of her brain waves when
I had her think about certain subjects, or how she responded to
certain words.
Toward the middle of high school, I'd been able to map brain activity
of a number of different people - my sister, of course, along with a
few of my friends, a couple of Holly's friends that were more
adventurous and tolerant, my folks (only a couple times each, in
their desire to make sure I wasn't hurting anyone), and myself.
I was fiddling around with using my computer to overlay the mappings
of the different scans I'd done when I suddenly realized that there
was a LOT of correlation between what happened in different parts of
the brain, and what the person was thinking - and that the more
concentrated they were on something, the stronger the signals that
their brain put out. The patterns of signals weren't exactly the
same, but certainly close - kind of like the way cars travel down a
multi-lane highway: no two of them took EXACTLY the same route, but
still within a reasonable range of variation.
With that discovery and realization, I started making the effort to
find out if there was any way to influence how the mind worked. And
that got me back to the subjects of hypnosis, biofeedback, and all
the rest. After a lot of designing, testing, and re-designing, I was
finally able to come up with a 'helmet' of sorts that fit over my
head, and measured the brain activity at certain points that I'd
settled on as being important. By using the 'helmet', I was able to
gradually develop my mental muscles - in only a few months, I was
generating _much_ stronger signals than anyone else that I'd been
able to test, and could do it quickly and easily. But I still
couldn't do anything to influence other people, on the few occasions
that I tried.
But I found that I was able to influence Holly, through the use of
the helmet: as an experiment, I tried using it to impress the desired
signals on her, rather than simply using it to measure. Initially, I
simply tried using it as a transmitter of sorts, to see if I could
'block' the patterns that she developed: when asking her to think of
something, I'd apply the voltages for something else, and see how she
reacted - usually by getting a confused, troubled look on her face,
as though she couldn't _quite_ get her mind to focus on what I'd
asked her. From there, it wasn't long before I was actively asking
her what the problem was, and hearing her tell me that all she could
think of was whatever pattern I was applying to the helmet.
But there was still the problem of exercising that kind of control
WITHOUT the helmet, and I simply couldn't get past that point.
At least, not until I happened to read a couple of VERY different
books that, together, led me to a different way of thinking.
The first was a mystical type book - The Third Eye - written by a
Tuesday Lobsang Rampa, supposedly a Tibetan that had been able to
transfer his spirit from one body to another; the other a science
fiction book, The Space Swimmers, by Gordon R. Dickson. In it, the
lead character was able to develop a mental construct of the problems
he faced, and find solutions using it - as part of a group of people
that had a very much heightened sense of awareness of where they
were, what was around them, and so on.
It seemed to me that both of these books pointed toward the same
general thing: that there *was* a fundamental 'force' or 'being' that
ran through all things, and that it *was* possible to become aware of
that force.
So back I went to my self-hypnosis, and biofeedback, and meditation,
and all the rest of the stuff that I'd started out with - but this
time, with the addition of some technology.
Wearing my helmet, I'd put myself into a hypnotic state, and then try
to watch the output on my test equipment to see what changes happened
as I tried different things. I quickly realized that trying to
directly go after something was about as productive as trying to nail
jelly to a tree - it simply wasn't going to happen. Something like
having someone walk up to you and telling you NOT to think of a polar
bear - first thing you do is visualize the damn bear.
What I had to learn to do was to kind of 'ease up' on things - not
approach them directly, but at an angle, sort of spiral in on them.
Once I learned that technique, it didn't take long for me to refine
it, so that rather than spending minutes getting to where I wanted to
go, I could do it in a matter of just a few seconds. Goofy as it
sounds, if you've ever read the description of how to fly in the
Hitchhikers Guide series by Douglas Adams, it was like that - only
inside my mind. With the ability to move around established, the next
step was to start picking my destinations, and then what to do when I
got there.
I was in my 'lab', as the family called it, one evening, and had
gotten myself into a free-floating, not-being frame of mind when I
started easing toward the idea of seeing if I could 'feel' things
around me - and found out that I could. Living, organic things were
easiest - bugs, people, wooden desks, anything that was, or had been,
alive was easy to 'sense'. Inorganic stuff - steel, electronics,
carpet - was harder, but could still be sensed, if in a different
way.
The process of developing the ability to sense things was long, but
not difficult - it seemed that each time I did it, my 'range'
improved, until I could sense everything for hundreds of yards around
me. And as my ability to do that improved, it overflowed into my
'real' life - like on the basketball court, I *knew* when someone was
behind me, and who it was, and could act accordingly. I still
couldn't shoot too well, but was a hell of a passer to the people
that COULD hit the hoop.
From the sensing of what was around me, it didn't take me long to
develop a 'feel' for the way things interconnected, and what would
happen if something changed - a kind of sensing of a 'force' that
actually connected everything, and flowed through it. With that, my
athletics improved - I KNEW that if I threw the basketball with a
certain amount of force in a certain way, it would hit nothing but
net; I KNEW that if I waited to throw a baseball a second later, it
would get to the second baseman in time for him to tag out the runner
coming from first, but still let the other player head for third -
only to be trapped into a rundown.
It was when I started trying to draw on that force, that
interconnection, that I thought I'd die.
I'd put on my helmet in my lab, and was working on trying to draw on
the energy that I could sense. I could 'feel' it getting close, but
couldn't quite get it to happen - until I decided to simply open
myself to it. When I did that, it felt like a combination of having
my body turn to helium, I felt so light, and the pressure in my skull
jump to about 50,000 psi. I passed out.
When I woke up, I had one HELL of a headache, and every muscle in my
body felt like it had been boiled for use as spaghetti - soft, limp,
and weak. All I could do was lay there, gasping, as I tried to sort
out what the hell had happened.
When I was finally able to get myself back together, I started
looking at the electronic records of what had happened - and found
that it could only be described as the mental equivalent of
electronic positive feedback. In essence, the outside energy that I'd
tapped into had fed back on what I already had and amplified it,
letting in more of the outside energy, amplifying what I already had
inside, letting in more, and so on. To this day, I'm both amazed and
thankful that I didn't burn out some mental circuit.
It was a few days before I dared try it again - and even then with no
small trepidation. But I had to *know*.
So I hooked myself up again, but this time, rather than simply
opening myself up to all the energy, I visualized a small spigot, and
opened *it*, instead.
And it worked.
Even as I could _feel_ the energy entering me, and my mind, I could
see the readouts on my test equipment showing that I was generating
far and above the normal levels of brain wave activity. So much so,
in fact, that I soon overloaded the machine, and it simply refused to
display anything other than error messages.
With that successful experiment, I went on to develop my newfound
skills and abilities, and in just a matter of a few weeks, had
reached the point where I could 'tap into' it easily, and with a
minimum of effort. I even tried experimenting in front of my family,
and none of them ever seemed to notice what I was doing.
From there, it was a short hop to finding out if I could apply what
I'd learned to people.
My sister's very best friend, Diane, stopped by late one afternoon.
She got there a little before Holly usually got home, and she sat in
the family room with me, watching TV until Holly arrived. Since I
wasn't a pain in the ass kind of brother, I was okay to sit with -
for a little while, anyway.
As we sat there, I realized that Diane wasn't bad looking. In fact,
she looked pretty damn good: straight dark hair to the middle of her
back, brown eyes, clear complexion, full lips, breasts about the size
of half-softballs. When she got up once, to get herself a drink of
water, I also saw that she had an uncommonly fine ass - tight and
firm, that flowed *very* nicely into her long, smooth legs.
When she sat down again, I got the idea of seeing if I couldn't draw
on The Force, as I'd taken to calling it, and use it to get her to do
something. In just a few seconds, I'd not only visualized the spigot
that I drew from; but also visualized the brain waves helmet I used
over her head, to help me concentrate on what control points I needed
to use.
Thinking back over all the data I'd collected, I brought up the
pattern for an itch (I'd seen it often enough), and started to
project it toward her. After a few moments, I could see her starting
to get mildly uncomfortable, and realized that an itching sensation
without a specific spot was pretty useless. Shifting the pattern
slightly, I had it seem to be on the inside of her left thigh - and
sure as hell, she absently scratched at it.
Okay, maybe a coincidence. So I changed over to a sensation of cold,
and moved it to her breasts - and promptly saw her nipples harden
under her blouse as she shivered slightly.
I removed the cold sensation, and saw that her nipples gradually
disappeared. One final test.
"Diane?"
She turned to look at me, and I asked "Could you do me a favor, and
bring me a Coke?", I asked. Normally, she'd just look at me before
telling me to get it myself, but I projected the pattern for
contentment at her.
After a second, she smiled, and said "Sure, I guess I could do
that.", and got up, heading for the kitchen. It worked! I could
actually use The Force, the way old Obi-Wan did!
When she came back, I was careful to keep my face impassive, and when
she handed the Coke to me, thanked her before she sat down again.
A while later, Holly got home, and the two of them went up to her
room for whatever they were up to. It didn't matter to me - I was
busy thinking about the possibilities for what I'd just confirmed.
I have to admit that there was a LOT of temptation to just do as I
damn well pleased - but a couple of things kept me from it.
First, I still wasn't sure just what I could actually get away with.
Sure, I could control people to some extent, but it wasn't like they
were zombies, or anything. And besides, I LIVED here - people knew
who I was, and where I lived, and who my folks were, and all that
kind of stuff. Granted, I wasn't likely to be found out - but why
risk it?
Second, I _really_ didn't have any desire to draw attention to
myself, or what I could do. I mean, this was the late 70's, right?
There were all these stories about stuff the government was doing,
and the idea of guys in suits showing up and hauling my ass off to
prison, or to just 'disappear', REALLY didn't appeal to me. Paranoia?
Sure. Justified? You tell me - I've never pushed it too hard, and
never gotten busted.
Anyway, with the discovery that I could manipulate people that way, I
was off and running. I'd 'scan' people to see what they were thinking
and feeling, and the more I did it, the better I got at it. It wasn't
like I could actually read their minds kind of thing. For people that
I didn't know very well, it was more of a vague impression of what
they were feeling in general - kind of like being able to read their
expression, only more so. With people that I *did* know, I could go
so far as to be able to get inside their skin, sort of, and
experience some of what they were: seeing, tasting, and so on. At the
very best, all I could do was get the general drift of what they were
thinking, since people think more in images than actual words. Nor
could I actually force them, or take over their minds. It was more
like I could 'steer' the way they thought, guiding them toward what I
wanted.
I'd try impressing sensations and thought patterns on people; gently
at first, simply trying to bias them toward one thing or another,
then as my skill developed, almost bending them to my will. I never
outright 'took over' anyone; instead, I chose to implant reasons and
justifications for them to do what I wanted, and used those to make
the desired adjustments. Interestingly, when they thought it was
their own idea, the changes I made to people seemed to be more
effective and last longer.
I was just past 16 when I got to this point, and chock full of
hormones and lust - and that made girls my favorite targets. I knew
that I could have any girl I wanted, but didn't want to raise too
high of a profile; so I contented myself with the 'average' girls at
school. Not the cheerleaders or popular girls, but the ones most
folks never really noticed; it didn't take me long to lose my
virginity to one of them. Whoever I went out with, I'd carefully scan
them to see if they were more interested in a good time, or were
inclined toward something 'more'. Whichever the case, I'd meet their
desires; and as I found out later, it didn't take long for me to
develop a reputation as someone that was 'nice' to go out with - for
whatever reason. For the ones that just wanted to have fun, they
always went home happy, thanks to my ability to read what they
wanted, and give it to them. Those that were more available went home
pleasantly satisfied after I impressed one or two orgasms on them
along the way to my own pleasure.
Even as I kept myself occupied with the girls at school, I didn't
neglect my two favorite subjects: my sister Holly, and her friend
Diane. Even two years younger than I was, both of them were
knockouts, and I delighted in being able to watch, and manipulate,
them. With Holly around most of the time, it didn't take me long to
get her 'trained': I could readily scan her, and whenever she had a
question or problem, gently insert the thought that I was her older
brother, and could maybe help out. Each time it happened, she was
that much happier with me, and more willing to seek me out the next
time. I also gradually relaxed her toward the idea of letting me see
her in progressively more exposed states of dress (or should that be
undress?). Dark red slightly curly hair (Dad teased Mom about it for
years - neither of them had any known family with red hair), fair
complexion (but not the white-with-freckles that so may redheads
have), deep green eyes, and slender - but not thin - frame, she was
always a cutie. But when she started to sprout parts, well, she just
went from cute to cuter: medium-sized breasts, trim waist, and _very_
nicely curved hips and ass.
It was a gradual process, so our folks didn't notice it -
particularly since the clothing part of it really only applied when
they weren't home, anyway. It also slid by Diane - except for the
fact that as my sister's best friend, she would be privy to Holly's
thoughts about me, and would be there to see that Holly was patently
unconcerned about letting me see her in just a bra and panties, for
example - after all, no more was showing than if she was wearing a
bikini swimsuit, right? Of course, I was always careful not to take
any special notice of those situations - other than to scan Diane,
and increase her acceptance of me as a benign presence that only took
notice of them as required. It didn't take long before Diane was
perfectly comfortable matching Holly's state of (un)dress, and making
my life at home *ever* so much more interesting and pleasant.
It was the summer between my Sophomore and Junior years - I'd turn 17
that summer - that it finally really hit me that I was just as
willing to jump my sister's bones as I was Diane's - and I began
working to make it happen.
In the back yard, we had an above-ground pool, with a nice deck on
three sides of it. I was on a chaise, under the claim I needed some
sun - but the goal, of course, was to watch Holly and Diane
frolicking in their as-small-as-they-could-get-away-with bikinis. The
jiggling and bouncing and tight, wet suits did wonders for my libido,
and it didn't take long before I had to 'sun my back' - that is, hide
my erection from them so they wouldn't know I was watching.
A bit later, they decided that some sun was called for, and moved to
lay in a couple of chaises on the other side of the 'horseshoe' from
me. As they settled in, I scanned them, and carefully went about
making sure they noticed how warm the sun was, and how sensual it
felt. In short order, both were feeling mildly aroused by it, and I
went on to direct each of them to really notice the other - how their
nipples were slightly erect, the smooth skin, the curves of breasts
and thighs and asses, and so on. With them aware of each other, I
went on to plant the idea in each of them that the other was
attractive - with a slight hint of sexuality added. To my surprise,
both of them accepted the idea without any fuss.
Over the next half hour or so, I gently and carefully increased the
overt sexuality of their thoughts about each other, so that they
would accept it more easily - Holly was quite accepting of it, with
Diane being only slightly less so. Scanning them almost continuously,
I knew that both of them were definitely feeling aroused, and more
than a little wet inside at the thoughts I was bringing into their
minds.
After a while, I carefully got up, and headed into the house, "for a
nap" as I told them. Once up in my room - which overlooked the pool -
I carefully opened a window a crack, so I could hear when they
started talking, and started inserting images into their minds again.
It wasn't long before Holly sat up and asked Diane to put some oil on
her - and when Diane agreed, reached behind herself to untie her
bikini top, then drop it to the side.
"What are you *doing*?!", Diane demanded.
"I don't want any tan lines."
"But what if Mike comes back out here?"
"Pooh. When he takes a nap, he's good for *at least* an hour, usually
more. Besides, if he sees me, so what? It's not like he's going to DO
anything. Anyway, it might be kind of fun to see his reaction!", my
sister giggled.
Diane got a wicked grin, and followed Holly's example, removing her
bikini top and dropping it next to the chaise she was on. With both
of them in the sun, it was easy to see how they looked. Holly's
breasts weren't as large as Diane's, but still a nice size, generally
conical, and capped with small, rosy-pink areolas and smallish
nipples. Firm, they didn't sag at all, and hardly jiggled when she
moved - and barely even changed shape when she bent over to pick up
the suntan oil next to her chaise.
Diane's breasts, though larger, were more rounded, so they didn't
seem to stick out as much - clearly, they were just as firm as
Holly's. They were tipped with dark areolas and fair-sized nipples
which were plainly erect. As early in the summer as it was, both of
them still had faint tan lines - Diane's more obvious than Holly's;
and somehow, more erotic for the contrast.
Handing the bottle to Diane, Holly turned away so that Diane could
apply the oil to her back. I quickly directed Diane to do it slowly,
and enjoy the feel of my sister's skin under her hand - and saw her
nipples erect even more as she did. While she was busy, I moved into
Holly's mind, and found that she was enjoying Diane's touch. To that,
I added a little more pleasure, and some arousal, so that by the time
Diane finished, Holly's nipples were clearly hard, too.
At my 'suggestion', Holly turned around, and asked "Do my front,
too?" - surprising Diane, and, with my help, pleasing her. Another
squirt of oil, and Diane had her hands all over my sister's breasts,
feeling their weight and firmness, sizing them with her hands,
running her palms and thumbs over her nipples (which hardened even
more in response, something that delighted her), and enjoying the
feel of Holly's skin under her hands.
Diane continued to rub the oil into Holly's skin well past the point
necessary for simply 'helping out'. Only when Holly said "Want me to
do you, too?" - Diane easily understood the double meaning - did
Diane stop, and after only the briefest pause, hand the oil to Holly.
Holly made no pretense that she was 'just' applying suntan oil - she
went straight to Diane's breasts, without a word, cupping them and
holding them in the palms of her hands, running her fingers and palms
and thumbs over the nipples, and even squeezing them gently.
As Holly ran out of oil, and both of them started to pant slightly,
she moved closer to Diane, so that their faces were just a few inches
apart. She finally ended her attentions to Diane's breasts, and with
a look into Diane's eyes, moved in to kiss her softly on the lips.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds, and when it broke, they looked
deeply into each other's eyes for several long seconds - before Diane
moved forward to kiss her, in return. Their second kiss lasted
longer, and as it progressed, both of them reached a hand up to cup
the other's breast, and run a thumb over its nipple. I reached out to
read Diane, and found that she was not only excited by the kiss, but
wanting more from it; I carefully guided her to open her lips, and
touch my sister's lips with her tongue - and felt her surprise and
pleasure when Holly returned her overtures. It wasn't long before the
two of them were engaged in a fierce, if friendly and passionate,
tongue duel as they caressed each other's breasts, then bodies.
Only when Holly, under my direction, lay a hand on her thigh did
Diane break the kiss, saying "That... that was really...something. I
think I'd better take a dip to cool off, before the, uh, sun gets to
me" before standing up and moving over to jump into the pool. Holly
watched her for a few seconds before getting up to join her; the two
of them quickly let the event drop into the background as they went
back to splashing each other as they played in the pool for a while
before getting back out to lay in the sun again - this time, without
any offers or requests for help with suntan oil.
I took my nap, and woke up about an hour or so later. I reached out
to them, and had them remember their willingness to tease me by
finding out what my reaction would be to finding them both topless on
the pool deck. That done, I went downstairs and made a little noise,
so they'd know that I was up from my nap, before grabbing a Coke and
heading back out to the pool. I scanned them as I approached, and
found that both of them were eagerly waiting to see me freak out
(Holly) or lose control (Diane).
I surprised both of them by pausing by where they were laying, and
when they looked up at me, simply said "Nice tits" before continuing
on my way to set my Coke next to a chaise, then jumping into the pool
for a couple of (fairly short) laps. As I swam, I probed them, and
found that both of them were disappointed that I didn't have the
anticipated/desired reaction, pleased at my comment, and wondering
what the hell to do next in response. I planted an idea in Holly's
mind, and she quickly huddled with Diane to discuss it - and a minute
later, both of them jumped into the pool with me, still topless.
Diane got behind me, and swam underwater to my legs as Holly moved in
to try and push me off-balance with Diane's help. Of course, it was
my idea, so it didn't work as well as they wanted, and they tried
again, and again. Before long, we were playing in the pool, trying to
dunk each other in ever-changing two-on-one attacks. Along the way,
there was plenty of grabbing and touching, and both of them had more
than one feel of my semi-erect penis through my trunks, just as I had
more than a few passing feels of their breasts against me, and even
in my hands. As long as we were 'playing', none of us made any big
deal of it; but my scans of them found that both of them were well
aware of my situation, and appreciative of it. They were just as
pleased by my 'innocent' contact with them, and slightly aroused by
it.
I finally let them dunk me, and with a protest that I was getting
tired, I got out of the pool. I was careful to stand in profile as I
dried myself off, so that they could see that I was almost completely
erect from our play. As I sat down and put my sunglasses on, they
whispered with each other, and then casually got out of the pool to
take their own seats opposite me, on the edge of the pool - where I
could not only see their breasts, but the way their wet suits molded
to the curves of their asses, and pubic areas. Both had a distinct
line where their cleft was, and the way the suits fit, I could tell
that both had nice growths of pubic hair - Holly's being slightly
larger.
The pool was toward the side of the house where the garage was, and
we could all hear as my folks got home from a small shopping
expedition. Both girls quickly moved to put their tops back on, and
with them securely in place, looked at me as though begging me not to
say anything to Mom and Dad.
Mom came out into the back yard, and after a Look at Holly's suit -
Mom was more tolerant of it than Dad, but even SHE thought it was a
bit small - asked me "Is everything okay, Mike?"
I assured her it was, and she asked if there had been any trouble;
again, I assured her that everything was fine - to the girl's obvious
relief. She started to ask me something else, but the phone rang, and
she went in to answer it. Diane and Holly both looked over at me, and
smiled their appreciation of my covering for them before laying down
on their chaises again.
Several minutes later, Mom and Dad came out to the pool, looking
troubled. I sat up when I saw them, and when the girls saw me move,
looked at them, too, and sat up just as quickly.
With our attention on them, Dad told us that the phone call had been
our Aunt Paula who'd called to tell them that our Uncle Jack had been
hurt on their farm, and was going in for emergency surgery. Both
Holly and I liked Paula and Jack, and immediately asked if he would
be okay. Mom looked at Dad, then told us that Jack was expected to be
out of the hospital the next day, but that he wouldn't be able to
work the farm for several days. Then Dad told us that he and Mom were
going to go to Paula and help her out while Jack was out of
commission. Holly and I looked at each other, and asked when we were
going. Mom told us that it was just them that were going - that Holly
and I were to stay home and take care of the place, since there
wasn't any way to make arrangements for all of us to be gone on such
short notice. Both of us protested, but Dad quickly cut us short,
telling us that that was the way it was going to be - and thanking us
for wanting to help. Then he told us that he and Mom were going to be
hitting the road within the hour, and that they were leaving us some
money and one of their credit cards - strictly for emergencies! - to
keep us in food and such while they were gone. They also assured us
that they'd call us every so often to let us know how things were
going.
Holly started to cry a little then, and Diane moved over to hold her,
and comfort her; Mom and Dad saw it, and told her that she was
welcome to stay with us, if she wanted to, for a couple of days to
keep Holly company. Diane nodded at that, but most of her attention
was on Holly.
When they headed back inside, I followed them at Dad's gesture, and
as they packed, they gave me the 'house rules' for while they were
gone - along with $300 and Dad's credit card. The house rules were
pretty simple: 1> no parties, 2> Diane could stay for as long as she
wanted, as long as her parents okayed it, 3> no PARTIES, 4> Holly was
explicitly prohibited from swimming anyplace but home - neither Mom
nor Dad trusted her to wear a 'decent' suit anywhere else without
their checking it, 5> NO parties, 6> I was in charge, AND
RESPONSIBLE: if they got home and found out that I'd abused my
authority, I was dead meat; Holly and Diane would be so informed of
this fact - both to encourage them to behave, and to fink on me if I
got crazy. Oh, yeah, and rule number six: NO PARTIES! Sending out for
pizza and such for meals was okay, as long as we didn't eat the same
thing all the time; fast food was okayed, as well, but we were
'encouraged' to eat properly. At that age, Diane and I shared the
view that the four food groups were Pizza Hut, McDonalds, Kentucky
Fried Chicken, and Taco Bell - with Dairy Queen as a supplement.
By the time they finished, Holly and Diane were both back inside the
house, waiting in the kitchen for Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad told them
the rules, too, and Diane was a little better able to thank them for
the invitation - despite Dad's dirty looks at Holly's choice of
swimwear. After hugs and kisses, and a reminder where Paula and
Jack's phone number was, and a promise to call if there were any
problems, Mom and Dad were back in the car and on the road - leaving
me, Holly, and Diane standing there looking at each other, wondering
what to do next.
Diane finally spoke up, saying that she needed to call her folks if
she was going to stay, then moving to the phone. Holly and I stood
there, openly listening to her as she told her parents what had
happened, and about the invitation. They wanted to speak to me, and
when I took the phone, asked if it was true. I said that it was, and
they quickly asked me to give my aunt and uncle their best wishes,
and their approval for Diane to stay with us. As long as she and
Holly had been friends, the two of them sleeping over with each other
wasn't any big deal; the only thing that made this time special was
the duration, and circumstances. I handed the phone back to Diane,
and we listened as she told them she'd be fine - she and Holly were
close enough to the same size that they could share clothes, and yes,
she'd call them if it was going to be more than a couple of days.
That settled, we all decided to grab a shower to clean off from the
pool, and get dressed. Being in charge, I got to go first, and I was
distracted enough that I made it quick, leaving them plenty of hot
water for their shower - which each took separately.
I was in the living room, with the TV on but not watching it, when
they came in to join me - one on each side of me, as though for
comfort. Diane had been with Holly up to Paula and Jack's farm, and
had fallen in love with it, and them, so she felt worried about them
just as Holly and I did. We sat like that for a couple of hours, just
holding each other, before my stomach let out a loud growl. Diane
asked if anyone else was hungry, too, and Holly finally admitted that
she was too - but not in any mood to fix anything. Diane said she'd
take care of it, for us to go ahead and stay there - she'd call us
when it was ready. With that, she got up and headed into the kitchen.
A few minutes later, I could smell the tempting aroma of the roast
beef Mom had made a couple of days before; and a little while later,
Diane told us it was ready. When Holly and I got to the kitchen, we
saw that Diane had set the meal up in the breakfast nook - large
enough to hold all of us, but small enough to be comfortable. She'd
not only heated up the roast beef, but leftover mashed potatoes and
green beans. We helped ourselves, and ate, though without the usual
banter and appetite that accompanied our meals.
When we were done, Holly and I cleared the table as we usually did,
then the three of us got together to do the dishes - I washed, Diane
dried, and Holly put things away. We hadn't any more than gotten back
to the living room when the phone rang - I beat Holly to it only by
virtue of being standing when it rang, while she was already seated.
It was Mom and Dad, and they let us know that they'd made it fine,
and that Jack was out of surgery. Everything had gone fine, and he
would be released to go home the next day; the doctors said he would
be back to normal in a week, or so. I relayed the news to Holly and
Diane, and both of them started crying in relief as they hugged each
other. Mom and Dad said they would be staying with Paula and Jack for
three or four days, then heading home; which I also relayed to the
girls. Mom asked if we'd eaten yet, and I told her that we'd just
finished the roast beef from a couple of nights before. She had
trouble believing it, but finally accepted what I told her - after I
described the dishes it had been in. Dad told us again to be careful
and watch out, but that everything was fine; and repeating when
they'd be home. I let Holly talk to him, then Mom, and when they were
done, she hung up the phone. Turning to Diane and me, she said "They
just said everything was going to be okay, and for us to take care of
ourselves." - then rushed into my arms, as did Diane, the three of us
hugging each other in relief.
When we finally separated, both of them blushed slightly, and Diane
said "I don't know about you two, but I could go for some
entertainment - something to brighten things up around, here,
preferably."
Holly quickly agreed, as did I, and after a few minutes discussion,
we decided to go to a recently opened video store where our family
had an account set up, and rent a couple of movies. Along the way, we
were going to stop by Diane's house, so she could get some clothes,
and let her parents know that my Uncle was okay.
We could have taken my car - an old '57 Ford Fairlane that I'd worked
on to speed it up - but I thought it would look more 'responsible' if
I drove my mom's station wagon. We piled in, and headed for the
store, where it didn't take us long to settle on a comedy, and to my
mixed pleasure and surprise, a horror movie. That done, we stopped
off at Diane's house, and as she got some clothes together, Holly
told her parents the good news. They seemed a trifle concerned at
Diane staying with us, and when I scanned them, found out they were a
little worried about whether or not I was mature enough. I casually
mentioned that even though Dad had left me his credit card, we'd paid
for the movies ourselves, and that I'd driven us to the video store
and their house in my Mom's car. That seemed to reassure them, and
when Diane came downstairs with a small bag of clothes, they told us
to be careful and stay out of trouble - but in a happy, friendly tone
that let us know they cared, without being Parental.
We piled back into the car, and when we got home, Diane and Holly
immediately demanded that we watch the comedy first. I was fine with
that - that meant the horror movie would be the last thing we watched
before we went to bed, and I *knew* how they reacted to being
frightened.
We quickly got organized for the movie marathon: we agreed to watch
it on the floor in front of the couch in the living room, so Holly
got some pillows and a couple of blankets to lay on. Diane made a
HUGE batch of buttered popcorn as I went around to make sure all the
doors and windows were locked, at their insistence, and got the TV
and VCR set up.
When everything was ready, and all of us seated, I hit the play
button on the VCR, starting some old Jerry Lewis thing that soon had
us laughing hysterically, tears running down our faces. It probably
wasn't really that funny, but after the emotional roller coaster of
Uncle Jack, it was more than enough to cheer us up.
When the movie ended, all of us were laying on the floor, our sides
sore from laughing so hard. As the VCR switched over to rewind the
tape, I said that I was a little warm, and that I was going upstairs
to change into something cooler; Holly and Diane both said that they
were going to go ahead and change for bed - they didn't want to waste
any time between when the movie ended, and when they felt nice and
safe in Holly's bed. I said I'd probably stay up for a bit after the
movie, but their idea sounded good - and implanted the idea in them
to replay their topless stunt from that afternoon, as a way to tease,
and test, me. As the movie rewound, we all headed upstairs to change.
I put on a pair of cutoff sweats that I liked to sleep in, and headed
back downstairs, where I got the movies changed over, and got us all
another drink before dimming the lights for 'atmosphere'.
I was sitting in front of the couch, leaning back against it, when
Holly and Diane came in - wearing only panties and a smile. They
stood in front of me for a second before and Holly asked "Still think
we have nice tits, Mike?", with a grin on her face. With that kind of
invitation, I took my time looking them over before answering "Sure -
but you're in front of the TV. Plant yourselves, and I'll get the
movie started." Both of them blushed slightly, and sat down - one on
each side, in anticipation of grabbing me during the scary parts. I
started the VCR, and off we went.
Sure as hell, every time there was something scary happening, or
something happened real sudden, both of them would grab an arm, and
'hide' behind me while peeking over my shoulder to see what would
happen next. I kept my hands to myself, but enjoyed the feel of their
bodies pressing against me - and took advantage of the opportunity
they presented. *I* didn't think the movie was all that scary, so I
scanned them fairly often, and after each scary scene, I'd carefully
nudge their fear over into arousal - interestingly, the two patterns
are very similar in women, so it wasn't difficult to do. Before long,
I could detect the faint, pleasant aroma of excited female from both
of them; between it and the feel of their bodies pressing against me,
I had a full-blown raging hard-on tenting my sweats. Fortunately,
they'd pulled a blanket up to cover their heads with, and it was
enough to conceal the bulge.
When the movie ended, both of them were huddled against me, shivering
slightly from the adrenaline shots they'd gotten. I calmly announced
that I was going to turn the lights out, and go to bed - and if they
wanted to see where they were going on the way to Holly's room,
they'd better get their butts moving. With considerable trepidation,
they got up, letting the blanket fall onto my lap (thankfully), and
revealing that both of them had erect nipples, and unless my eyes
deceived me, damp panties. They started edging toward the stairs, and
I couldn't help but suddenly shout as I slapped both of them on the
backside - causing both of them to shriek in fear, and make a mad
dash for Holly's room as though the devil himself were after them.
Only when I heard them clear the stairs did they realize that it had
been me, and Diane called down "Mike, you TURD! I'll get you for
that!". My only reply was to laugh, and answer "Not if you scare THAT
easy, Diane! Better get in bed before the Boogey Man comes and gets
you!" - and reaching into their minds to change the last scare into
physical desire.
A minute later, I heard the door to Holly's room open, then shut, and
knew that I could get up and finish securing the house for the night
without worrying about anyone seeing the log in my pants.
As I headed for the stairs, I got an idea, and grabbed one of the
blankets we'd been sitting on, then reached out to Diane's mind to
plant an idea.
After climbing the stairs, I tossed the blanket over my head and
turned out the lights before heading down the hall. As I got close to
the door to Holly's room, I could hear them giggling inside. When I
got next to it, it suddenly opened up, and Diane jumped out in an
effort to scare me - only to find the undefined shape of _something_
in front of her that suddenly raised it's arms(??) and *lunged* at
her. She screamed, scaring Holly, and all but fell over herself to
get back into Holly's room - only to hear my laughter as I made my
way into my own room. As I closed the door behind me. I could hear
her shout "You are such a TURD, Michael!", followed by Holly's
laughter.
Once in the sanctity of my room, I lay down, then reached out to find
that both of them were suitably buzzed from that last adrenaline
rush, and not likely to fall asleep any time soon. Both were also
aroused from the effects of the movie - by way of me. With them
primed that way, I inserted the memory of their encounter that
afternoon, and how it had affected them; both recalled it with
pleasure, and I went on to insert the desire to not only repeat it,
but to let it continue past it's previous point. Between the
adrenaline rush they'd just gotten, and the fear-turned-arousal of
the movie, both were quite open to the idea; so I went on to plant
the thought of relieving themselves, and each other, of the tension
they felt. Holly was pretty much agreeable to the idea, but uncertain
as to Diane's willingness; when I scanned Diane, she seemed hesitant.
Further probing revealed that the idea of intimacy with another girl
made her worry that she was lesbian, even though she thought of boys,
too. I carefully brought out the idea of making out with boys, and
even having sex with them, into her mind. That established, it was on
to help her realize that if she was thinking of boys first, she
couldn't possibly be lesbian - lesbians didn't think of boys at all,
that way. So, as long as she thought of boys, then anything she did
with a girl was just 'feeling good', and nothing to worry about.
While I was at it, I made sure that when she had a thought of making
out or having sex with a boy, it would be ME that she thought of -
and then did the same to Holly.
With both of them now open to the idea of intimacy with each other, I
continued to scan them as they moved to 'go to bed', though sleep was
the farthest thing on either's mind.
With a little effort, I found that could split my attention between
them; the effect was that I could 'watch' them from each other's
perspective - even as one of them was doing something, I could
simultaneously experience it from the other's view. It was both a
little frightening, and erotic as hell.
After they'd laid down and pulled the covers up, they lay there for a
while, talking about the movies, and what had happened during the day
- while carefully avoiding the subject of what had happened between
them next to the pool. Neither of them was willing to bring it up
directly, so I gently nudged Holly into saying something to open the
subject up between them.
"I really appreciate you staying here with me tonight. Especially
after that MOVIE! It almost scared the pee out of me!", she said.
"I'm glad to be here, too - even if Mike DID scare me so bad out
there in the hall, and after watching THAT movie. Damn right it was
Friday the 13th - for a whole LOT of people!"
"Yeah! Still, it feels good to have you here with me - now I've got
somebody to hide behind if anyone shows up!", Holly teased.
Diane got a play-indignant look on her face, and reached out to try
and tickle Holly - who expected it, and resisted. In short order,
they were wrestling playfully, and had pushed the bedcovers out of
the way; and not long after that, they'd worked off some of the
adrenaline in their systems, and calmed down enough to lay next to
each other, touching.
Holly had her hand on Diane's waist, and softly stroked it a few
times before saying "Your skin is so soft and smooth; it really
surprised me this afternoon - you know, out by the pool."
Diane blushed slightly, and replied "I was kind of surprised, too. I
mean, I _really_ didn't expect you to just take your top off like
that; and then when you turned around and asked me to do your front,
well it just surprised the hell out of me!"
"But you did it. And it felt good. Really good.", Holly responded,
her nipples erecting slightly.
"It felt pretty good to me, too - both ways.", Diane answered,
noticing Holly's reaction, and mirroring it.
Holly moved forward, and kissed Diane on the lips - and this time,
there wasn't any delay or hesitation; Diane willingly parted her
lips, and the two of them began kissing deeply, and passionately as
their hands began to again explore each other's bodies. Waists, arms,
breasts, and shoulders, everything above the waist was fair game; at
least, at first. But it was Diane that was the first to reach down to
touch Holly's thigh - first on the outside of one, then the inside of
the other. Encouraged by Diane's advances, Holly didn't delay in
starting her own explorations. Laying her hand on Diane's hip, Holly
enjoyed the smooth softness of it before sliding her hand down and
back, to cup Diane's ass cheek in her hand before caressing it, and
giving it a number of soft squeezes.
From Diane's ass, Holly moved on to caress the inside of her thigh -
first near Diane's knee, then slowly upwards, until she was lightly
touching Diane's pubis. At that point, Diane took her hand gently,
and said "Just so you know - that movie got me really hot. I mean,
I'm pretty wet inside, so you don't have to, uh, do anything if you
don't want to."
Holly just smiled at her, then replied "It's okay. It did the same
thing to me. If you don't mind, I don't! It might even be kinda fun
to, uh, get off with each other, you know?"
With that, Diane released Holly's hand - which promptly moved up to
cup her sex, pressing her middle finger against Diane's cleft through
her panties. In response, Diane did the same to her, so the two of
them they lay there with a hand at each other's crotch as they began
kissing again.
As their kisses intensified, both of them began rubbing each other's
mounds, focusing mostly on the other's clitoral area. It didn't take
long before both felt as aroused and wet as they'd ever been - and
both were fully aware of the other's aroma, as well as their own. A
few minutes later, Holly broke the kiss to say "I... I want to feel
you. Skin to skin. Let's take our panties off!"
Diane answered by saying "No - let's take *each other's* panties
off!", with a grin. Holly quickly nodded her agreement, and pivoted
herself so that her head was at Diane's hips, and lay on her side as
she reached out to slide her fingers under the waistband of Diane's
panties - even as Diane was doing much the same to her. By unspoken
agreement, they each slid the other's panties down, revealing the
other's pubic bush, before continuing to slide them down smooth, firm
thighs, past nicely turned calves, and further; until both lay there,
naked, facing the other's downy pubic mound.
Holly was first to raise her leg, and place her foot behind her
bottom leg, opening herself to Diane's view - and a moment later,
Diane did the same. With their panties off, and legs parted, the
heady aroma each had noted became even stronger, drawing their faces
closer to the other's mons. With a glance at each other, they moved
their heads forward, Diane examining the parted lips and glistening
center of Holly's femaleness, even as Holly was making the same
discovery about her.
I scanned each of them in turn, so as to 'see' what they did: Holly
saw a narrow wedge of dark, short, soft hair that ran from just above
Diane's pubic bone to taper off quickly as it passed her vaginal
opening. Diane's labia were thin, and well-defined; parted around her
vaginal opening which all but drooled her liquid arousal. Diane's
clitoris wasn't fully visible, but clearly erect. For her part, Diane
faced a tuft of rust-red hair, somewhat sparse and slightly curled,
that started at Holly's pubic bone and ended abruptly just past the
bottom of her opening. Holly's labia were of medium thickness, and
extended, making them plainly visible through her hair. They were
also well-parted, framing the obviously wet opening of her vagina.
Where they came together at the top, they neatly flowed under the
hood of Holly's clitoris, which was fully erect, and glistening.
Holly was the first to reach out, softly running her fingertips
through Diane's bush, finding it soft and sensual; Diane quickly
followed her example to discover much the same about Holly's intimate
down. Then she went on to gently trace a finger between Holly's
labia, pausing to press softly at Holly's entrance, and getting a
gasping moan for her efforts. She dipped a finger into the wetness
she found. When she withdrew it, Holly looked at her, and she
returned the look as she pointedly put the finger in her mouth,
tasting Holly's salty/musky essence. Holly's eyes closed for several
seconds as a wave of excitement washed over her. Then, as Diane
watched, Holly did much the same, drawing a finger between her
vaginal lips, collecting a fair sample of Diane's oils on her finger
before looking into Diane's eyes as she slowly wrapped her lips
around it and sucked it into her mouth, her eyes widening as she
discovered the earthy/sweet taste was as good as the smell.
When she'd cleaned her finger of Diane's essence, Holly didn't
hesitate to put her face between Diane's legs, and extend her tongue
to draw it slowly, and gently, across Diane's opening - and drawing a
moan from Diane as her legs quickly parted to make her sex more
accessible to Holly. A few more swipes of Holly's tongue, and Diane
finally got herself together enough to reciprocate. In less than a
minute, both were avidly licking at each other's opening, savoring
the nectar they found; and delighting in the sensations they were
receiving. A few minutes later, both were gasping and moaning in
desire and pleasure as they quickly brought each other to an ever
higher level of arousal.
It was Diane, again, that took the next step in their increasing
intimacy and pleasure by extending her efforts to include Holly's
clitoris - first licking across it, and when Holly responded
favorably (!!) and do the same to her, went on to use her tongue to
massage it, and then put her lips around it and suck on it gently.
Holly readily followed her lead, and the two of them seemed to feed
off each other (pun intended), their excitement and lust steadily
increasing.
While Diane was the more sexually inquisitive of the two, the one who
tended to move first, Holly was the more enthusiastic, the more
'intense' - and it was Holly that managed to bring Diane to orgasm
first - a fast, hard one that left her gasping as she quickly applied
herself to bringing Holly to release as well. She succeeded,
admirably - Holly found herself going through a deep, intense, LOUD
release.
With the noise, I had an excuse to look in on them, and quickly went
to Holly's door. I knocked briefly, and after a couple of seconds,
opened it, to find the two of them laying on the bed, on their backs,
faces shiny with each other's juices - and the smell of aroused
female thick in the air. When the door opened, both turned to look at
me, and it took them a couple of seconds to realize who it was - even
when they did, they were too wasted on after orgasm glow to much
care.
I just looked them over before saying "It's cool if you want to get
off - just keep the noise down, okay?"
Both eventually managed to nod, and I went back out into the hall,
closing the door behind me. Shortly after I heard it latch, I heard
them start giggling on the other side.
I was in the kitchen late the next morning, waiting for the coffee to
finish brewing (I'd started drinking it the previous winter), when
they came in. Both were dressed only in panties, and neither *seemed*
to have the slightest concern about it - but when I scanned them,
both were mildly worried that I might say something about it. The
view was nice, so I didn't.
Both rattled around the kitchen for a minute or so before Diane
turned to me to ask if I'd had breakfast yet. I told her no, and she
and Holly went into a huddle for several moments before she turned
back to me and offered to make breakfast for ALL of us. I was being
included 'for being so cool last night'. I accepted, and after a
brief discussion, we settled on French toast.
After breakfast, we sat around for a while before changing into our
suits and heading out to lay around on the deck, next to the pool.
Diane and Holly both showed up wearing only their suit bottoms. As
the day warmed up, we all took turns taking brief dips into the pool
- until mid-afternoon when Holly quietly announced that she didn't
want ANY tan lines, and took of her swimsuit bottoms. A couple of
minutes later, Diane did the same - and a couple minutes after THAT,
both started teasing me about not following their example. I listened
to it for a while before finally standing up and calmly dropping my
suit before laying back down on the chaise I was on - face up, my
feet toward them as they sat there in stunned silence. I scanned
them, and found that both were extremely surprised that I had
actually done it - and aroused at the sight of my semi-erect penis.
It was maybe half an hour later when the two of them jumped into the
pool to cool off; I heard them whispering a bit, then heard some
splashing before I was suddenly hit with a wave of water they'd
managed to generate. The water was more than a little cool, and I
quickly sat up to their amused laughter. I gave them a play-dirty
look, and said "Do that again, and you WILL be sorry!". They shared a
look, and promptly splashed me again; my response was to release a
low war-cry as I stood, then moved over to jump into the pool with
them. Both shrieked, and headed for a different part of the pool, but
it didn't do them any good - I was both bigger than they were, and a
*much* better swimmer; it didn't take me long to catch each of them
and dunk them by tossing them into the air to fall back into the
water.
Their response was to try and gang up on me to dunk me, too. They
succeeded a few times, but not nearly as much as they'd have liked. I
scanned them, and found that they weren't trying to actually dunk me
all that hard - they were less interested in the results than the
process: they were having more fun touching me, and rubbing up
against me, in the EFFORT to dunk me. Truth be told, I felt pretty
much the same way - it was *way* more pleasurable holding their
naked, slippery bodies against mine as I tried to get enough of a
grip on them to dunk them.
Things eventually cooled off as far as dunking was concerned, but
there still remained a policy of grope-and-release - and all of us
took full advantage of it, copping feels, fondling anything we could
lay hands on, and just generally rubbing against each other. It
didn't take me long to sprout an erection, which quickly became the
focus of their attention, thought they didn't ignore my ass or chest
or legs. Nor did I ignore theirs!
I think we all decided pretty close to the same time that things were
getting a bit too intimate, and that we'd better cool things off;
finally breaking apart to get out of the pool, and lay on our
respective lounges to warm up from the water, and cool off from the
contact. None of us was bashful about eyeballing the others, enjoying
the views we saw, though.
The rest of the day went by without any more group-gropes of that
magnitude; that's not to say that there wasn't more than a little
grab-ass at various points - just that we were careful to keep it
playful, not passionate.
As afternoon turned into evening, we made our way back into the
house, in search of food. None of us had any interest in the few
leftovers in the fridge, and quickly agreed on pizza - and took much
longer to settle on the toppings. As we waited for it to be
delivered, we decided that we'd better get dressed; Diane and Holly
put their swimsuits back on while I headed upstairs to put on some
jeans and a shirt.
When we'd finished eating, I pointed out that we could take the
movies back, and get a couple more; the girls quickly agreed, and
went upstairs to change so they could go with me - somehow, I doubted
the video store would fully appreciate a couple of nubile young
teenyboppers marginally dressed in bikinis of questionably legal
sizes.
The rest of the evening went pretty much the same way as the one
before - me in my cutoff sweats, them in panties only. This time,
though, rather than trying to hide behind me, they pulled my arms
around them - giving me ample opportunity to feel their warm, smooth,
firm bodies against mine. Again, I reached into their minds, and
changed their fear into arousal - and was rewarded with 'casual'
touching of their breasts as they held my hands to their chests.
When the movies ended, we cleaned up the living room, and went to bed
- in our own beds. I scanned them for a little bit, and was 'present'
as they started another 'encounter'. One they managed to keep down to
a dull roar as they brought each other to orgasm.
The rest of the time our folks were gone, Diane, Holly, and I spent
plenty of time together - swimming, sunbathing, watching movies, and
so on. Clothing was way casual, but nudity wasn't out of the
question, either. We also continued to 'play' with each other -
touching, fondling, and groping as we played in the pool, watched
movies, and so on, though it never reached the same 'intensity' as
that first afternoon we were on our own.
Our folks got home as planned, and were pleasantly surprised to find
the house clean and undamaged, no reports of riots, no fights, no
parties, and that we'd apparently eaten properly. They got their $300
back along with Dad's credit card; he seemed pleased that we'd been
as responsible as we had. Both of them also seemed curiously
refreshed, considering why they'd been gone.
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As the summer progressed, so did the intimacy between Diane and Holly
- and between them and me. It didn't take long before it wasn't any
big deal for one of us to see any of the others nude - mostly me and
Holly, but when she was around, Diane, too. And it didn't take us to
be comfortable with casual touching; none of us hesitated to play
with one or both of the other's asses, and it was fine with them if I
wanted to cop a feel - as long as it wasn't someplace public or where
someone might see; and naturally enough, I was cool with them
reaching down to check me out, as well. Scanning them, I knew damn
well that they would sometimes use ME to get _each other_ worked up.
They were even willing to sit on my lap for a little mutual touching
when they got to the point of coming to me with their 'boy
questions', as they called them. They had finally been allowed to go
out on group dates with boys, and were frequently confused and/or
offended by some of the actions taken by the guys they met; they'd
come to me with questions about what was so-and-so doing, what was he
trying to prove, etc. My two-year age advantage made me close enough
in age to be able to understand their questions and answer them, but
still old enough not to be guilty of the offenses. Those questions
frequently turned into discussions that occasionally turned into
requests for me to 'speak' to the guilty party - something I did with
great pleasure. There were seldom second offenses, and NEVER a third.
And I only had to pound one of the little shits into the ground.
After that, word spread real fast that when Holly or Diane said 'no',
'no' it was.
Of course, we all kept all this pretty low-key around Mom and Dad,
and other people; but when we were alone, things were WAY more
relaxed and intimate.
In August, Mom and Dad made arrangements for a vacation - they were
going to go on a cruise, while Holly and I were to go up to Paula and
Jack's farm. Holly brought up the question of whether Diane could
come along, and after checking with Jack, got her request approved.
Jack and Paula didn't have any kids of their own; something to do
with Paula from what I'd heard Mom and Dad saying a few times, but
they loved each other, and us. Whenever we went up to their farm,
they made sure that we had something to do to help out with the
chores, but they didn't try to work us to death, either - it was more
like "Mike, I need you to get that hay up into the loft in the next
couple of days", and then Jack would leave me alone to do it. I'd get
it done before the deadline without having to rush, and he'd have
something else for me - but never anything that I couldn't take a
little time to get finished, so that I had plenty of time to relax
and have fun. It worked the same way with Holly and Diane: always
something to do, but nothing they needed to hurry at. Of course, we
all still helped out with the regular stuff: collecting eggs from the
chickens, helping with milking the cows in the evening (mostly
directing traffic; the cows seemed to know what was going on better
than we did), helping with meals and laundry, and so on. I think they
did it as much to be able to tell our folks that we 'helped out', as
to keep us from getting bored.
Section 1 of 2 of Part 1
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