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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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