The next morning, Holly awoke startled by Tammy's mouth attaching itself to her right breast.

"Tammy, I don't think Holly's in the mood," I said slipping my shoes on and grabbing my keys.

"Where are you going?" Holly asked.

"Someone broke into the trailer a few minutes ago, and I need to figure out what to do with him. I had him lock himself up in the trailer, but it's getting pretty warm in there now that the sun's up."

"Did he hurt the girls?" Holly said, holding Tammy away from her with both hands.

"Nope. He thought we were carrying something he could just walk off with. Get dressed and come down if you want to see him."

"I'll do better than that. I'll make him wish he never was.."

"Holly. He's only ten."

"Oh."

I examined the lock before opening the door, finding he had done a pretty good job at wrecking it. The moment I opened it, the kid flew out, but it just so happened I was right there waiting to catch him.

"Let me go!" he screamed.

"Brian, chill man. I'm not turnin' you into the cops," I said, barely keeping my hold on him.

"How.. How did you know my name?" he said turning pale and stopping his struggles.

"Er, lucky guess? It doesn't matter.. Hey, you okay?" I said, noticing his color hadn't returned.

"I.. I.." he said before rolling his eyes up and passing out.

"Shit," I said, straining to hold him up with one arm before getting a better hold with the other and carefully laying him down inside the open trailer.

Holly startled me when she said, "You got him!" then walk up carefully when she saw my frowning face.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "And why did you knock him out?"

"I didn't. He fainted. He hasn't eaten anything but candy bars in a week. Shit. I think we better take him to the hospital. He's not in that great of shape."

"Who is he?" she said, casting a disapproving gaze over his dirty cloths and face.

"He's a runaway I think. Damn it's hard to scan him like this. Oh wait. That's better. I think he just needs a decent meal. Yeah. He's starting to come around."

His eyes fluttered open, and after a moment of confusion, he started to panic.

"I'm sorry for breaking your lock! Please let me go? I won't do it again, I promise!"

"Don't worry about the lock right now. Look, my name is Tim, and this is Holly. We're about to go get something to eat. How about you come with us, and after you stuff yourself with pancakes, we can talk about the lock. Okay?"

"You're.. You're going to buy me breakfast?" he said, having flashbacks of the last person who had offered him a free meal.

"Brian, look at me," I said, capturing his eyes with mine and opening a empathic connection. "You don't have to be afraid of me. I promise I won't hurt you or make you do anything you don't want to do, okay?"

"Uh-hu, okay," he said, literally embracing the friendly feelings I was sharing with him.

"So you'll come with us and have breakfast without trying to get away afterwards?"

"Uhm.. Okay.." Brian said hesitantly, not sure if he meant it.

"Brian, I have to know that I can trust you. Oh, wait," I said, digging into my pocket. "Look, I'm going to let you hold on to something of mine. I'll trust you first to not run off with it, and its very, very important to me."

"What is it?" Brian said excitedly.

I held out my coin between my fingers to show him, then dropped into his hand.

"Wow.." he said, examining it. "It's cool. Where'd ya get it?"

"My dad gave it to me, and his dad gave it to him," I replied. "Now what's wrong?"

"My dad gave me something once too," he said with a far off voice. Then he looked up at me and said, "I won't run away with it, I promise."

"Good. Lets eat," Holly said.

I had to flip the switch on Tammy so she could get her clothes on and come eat with us, but because I was having to animate her and myself at the same time, I kept missing the questions Brian would ask me. Luckily Holly covered for me, and as soon as Tammy finished eating, I marched her right back to the room and woke her up to give her orders to shower and prepare to leave.

Brian pigged out in a big way. He ate so much he started getting sick, so I picked him up an carried him to the room, quickly deciding he was going to get a bath.

I had forgotten about Tammy, and Brian got an eyeful before I slipped the commands in to ignore her nudity. Brian just sort of forgot what he was looking at and didn't say a word.

I was fighting his upset stomach by relaxing him and making him feel cozy and lithless, and so he didn't struggle at all when I laid him in the bed and told him to stay there.

While Holly started to take her shower, I guess I made Brian a little too comfortable. His eyelids kept getting lower and lower as he constantly fiddled with my coin, and finally his eyes closed as his hand sank to the bed still clutching it.

Tammy's hand wandered to my crotch, and figuring after what happened last night, Holly couldn't complain if Tammy and I did a little groping and stuff.

I admit I was getting used to the idea of Tammy wishing to pleasure me night and day like that. When she uncovered my cock and signaled for me to relax, I laid down and allowed her to worship my cock with her tongue and lips.

Then when Holly shut the water off, I didn't have to say a word. Tammy simply gave my cock a final lick then gently pulled my shorts back up and laid back down beside me. But before Holly came out, I gave Tammy a surprise kiss, the surprise being it was gentle and loving, not hot and passionate.

I gave Holly the same kiss when she came out wearing a towel, and told her Brian wouldn't wake up until I was finished with my shower so she didn't need to worry about covering up or being quiet because of him. Holly responded by giving me a hotter kiss, but since I was all dirty and she was all clean, we didn't proceed any further than that.

I was soaping up my face when I heard someone enter the bathroom with me, then smiled when a female body pressed up against me in the shower. I was so sure it was Holly, I nearly fell when Tammy's voice said, "Would my Master like me to bathe him?"

"Shit, Tammy. Holly will kill both of us if she.. Why are you smiling?"

"Holly sent me in here, Master."

"Wha?" I said reaching out into Holly's mind.

Holly's thoughts were wandering over the events of the last two days, and I found that Holly had indeed sent Tammy into the shower with me, but she had done it because Tammy kept coming on to her, and was afraid she would come on to the boy if she didn't do something. She didn't like the idea, but she was getting pretty tired of always watching, always worrying that Tammy would seduce me away from her.

I sighed, then had Tammy dry off and marched her over to the bed next to Brian to sleep. Holly felt better, and I guess I did too. I had passed a test of faith that Holly hadn't intended for me to take.

I was just finishing up when Holly's nude body press up against the back of mine, and before her arms could wrap around, I turned to face her and held her as she held me for a minute or two.

"I do love you," Holly said.

"I know. I never doubted that. And I love you too," I said, giving her a kiss on the lips.

Of course that kiss lead to another, and another, and a couple more too. We let ourselves slowly sink down into the tub, and as we struggled to get comfortable without parting our lips, I slipped my hard cock up her nice tight slit.

I made nice and steady strokes, taking my time as we made love. This is the thing I will always remember about Holly. We would have a really wild session of sex, but then the next time would make love as gently as we could.

Because Holly kept choking on the water streaming down into her face, I managed to shut the damn thing off with my foot without dismounting, and as we built our steam back up, I felt something new form between us.

While Holly had trusted me before, she hadn't really believed I could keep my word. But as we closed in on our separate orgasms, her mind was analyzing and reconsidering that concern which had been troubling her the entire trip. She had been afraid I would lose my interest in her like Justin had, but then she realized I wasn't anything like him. She concluded that no matter what I did with anyone else, that wouldn't reduce the feelings I had for her. And she was right about that too. I still care for her just as much as I ever had, even while I blew my morning load into her spasming velvet glove.

After soaping and rinsing ourselves off again, Holly and I gave each other another kiss before getting out and drying each other off. I got dressed in clean clothes while Holly struggled to find something of Tammy's to fit her.

I woke Brian up once Holly was dressed and convinced him to take a bath. I listened to him playing in the tub, and seeing we would be a little while longer, I asked Holly if she wanted to run out to get her some clothes that fit her.

I gave her one of the ten one hundred dollar bills I had with me plus a peck on the cheek and asked her not to take too long.

When Brian finally came out, his hair was still dry and grimy, his face still streaked with dirt although a little cleaner than before. But anything else that had been cleaned in his bath was now covered by the same filthy clothes he had taken off. After kicking myself for not asking Holly to get him some new clothes while she was at it, I sent him straight back into the bathroom, ignoring his protests as I stripped him and started to give him a bath myself.

That quickly turned into a shower when I saw how dirty the water was getting from just wetting his hair. He didn't say a word as I stripped myself, and only gave my crotch a couple of curious glances before I started the shower.

I had already used up the complimentary shampoo in my own shower, but the maid was in the room next door and didn't even think twice about handing Tammy the two extra bottles of shampoo she suddenly needed to get rid of. It nearly took both bottles too before the lather finally seemed to stay clean.

All through the shower, Brian's mouth never stopped yapping. Of course I was helping him there, giving him the motivation to tell me his life story.

Brian's mother remarried a few years after his dad died, and suddenly Brian found himself with two older brothers who didn't think twice about stepping all over him. That in itself was pretty rough for a boy trying to adjust to a new life, but his step dad made it much worse by always attempting to make Brian do the things he thought all boys should do, which in his case was play sports all the time.

But Brian wasn't very good at sports, even though he wasn't a weakling or anything. He simply had horrible hand to eye coordination, and it seemed to only get worse the harder he tried. He did like watching some sports, and every once in a while would have fun playing something with the other kids in the neighborhood. But his stepfather insisted on him being on all these teams, and Brian was never happy with that.

He lived under the constant stress of being a failure for a year and a half before he ran away. He had been on his own for about five months now, and had learned the hard way not to trust anyone after almost getting himself raped by a friendly man offering a free meal.

Brian talked an awful lot about his real dad, and I found that even though he barely remembered him, Brian had made his dead father his idol.

But when I announced he was as clean as he was going to get, Brian grew quiet and could I feel him holding something back. All it took to get it out of him was a hug and a quick empathic gaze.

"I lost his pocket knife," Brian said with a quiver in his voice. "Mom gave it to me and had me promise not to loose it. I took it with me when I ran away, and used it a lot until I dropped it in the creek a couple of months ago."

"I'm sorry," was all I could say as I examined the image of his father's pocket knife in his mind.

The knife was just one of those cheap replicas of a Swiss army knife, the kind that never worked real well, but look really neat. But my attention was diverted away from the knife when I found him planning to slip away the next chance he got, knowing I was planning to take him back to his parents like so many other people had started to do.

The thing that was constantly going through Brian's mind at the time was how my coin had made him feel better, and he was struggling with the idea of taking it with him and breaking his word. At first his struggle held my attention, but then the fact he had felt something from the coin hit me, and he nearly lost his balance when I suddenly stopped drying his hair with the towel.

But after having him go get the coin and hold it for me, I realized he had related my attempts at relieving his stomach ache with the coin. I sighed with relief with the knowledge that Brian was not a telepath.

We were both startled when Holly unlocked the door and caught us both standing in the middle of the room bare naked. Brian was only frozen for a moment, then before either Holly or I could react, he slammed the bathroom door behind him.

Holly's Cheshire cat grin didn't disappear until after I had mentioned he needed some new clean clothes and she had pulled them out of a bag like a magician.

"Shit. I'm glad someone was using their brain," I said, before noticing Holly's strange glance at Tammy.

I gave her a questioning look, and Holly sighed and said, "I keep having flashes of her.. you know, fucking me. It's starting to annoy me."

I immediately saw the truth behind her words, but then realized that Holly didn't know it herself.

After I gave the new clothes to Brian and slipped my own clothes back on, I stepped behind Holly as she put her borrowed clothes back into Tammy's suitcase.

"You know what?" I said, wrapping my arm around her and kissing her neck.

"What?" she said, undecided whether to melt in my arms or to stiffen in them.

"I've come to the conclusion that a person's sexual desires are driven by the body they're controlling. When you were controlling my body, you were a guy. It was natural for you to want to fuck something with your dick. Tammy just happened to be the most available. So stop thinking about how you just had lesbian sex with your best friend. You're not gay, and you know it."

"But... I can't stop thinking about it. Shit, Tim. I even noticed this woman while I was looking for my bra size. I have never noticed another girl before."

"Holly, right now you're just a little confused. I guess maybe I pushed you into it when I shouldn't have. Tell me this. Deep down, what was it you wanted about the woman? Did you want to suck her tits?"

"No! I.. I guess I wanted to fuck her with my dick. But I don't have a dick anymore."

"Right. But do you see what I mean? You don't want to have lesbian sex, you want to have heterosexual sex with her. Same thing with Tammy."

Holly sighed and finally leaned into my hug and said, "I guess you could be right. I think we better not try it again for a while, though. But I do want to do it again before I go off to college. If I go, that is."

I held her for a while, talking about her plans for college and what her chances were of still going the next week. We were so lost in our embrace, it wasn't until the maid rolled her cart by that we noticed the door was half way open.

"Shit. Brian took off," I said when I tried to locate him. "And the fucker took my coin with him too."

"Can you find him?" she asked looking around outside the door.

"Not in the way you mean, but give me a minute," I said as I sat down on the edge of the bed and began stockpiling energy.

I released my pulse, then I locked on his thoughts the instant I found them and had to hurry to go see a man about a pocket knife.

Ten minutes later, the trailer door opened cautiously, and as a small hand set the coin down carefully into the rope tie off well which Beany was tied to, I said, "I'll trade you for that."

The hand disappeared, and for a moment I thought he was going to flee. But then he opened the door a little wider, and peered in at my sweaty face.

"You knew I would come back here?" he said, realizing I had been waiting in the hot trailer for him for several minutes.

"I hoped you would," I mislead. "I'll make a deal with you. If I promise I won't take you back to your folks unless you want me too, you swear on your father's pocket knife that you won't run away from me again."

"But I don't have my dad's.. <gulp>" he said as I held the pocket knife the man five doors down had sold me for twenty bucks. (It was only worth ten and he knew it.)

After I jumped out of the trailer which was feeling like an oven, I traded the coin for the pocket knife. While Brian walked back to the room with me, he quietly examined the knife.

"It isn't the real one, is it," he said just before we reached the room.

"No, it isn't. But at least you still have something to remember him by," I said as Tammy opened the door.

Brian didn't say a word, but didn't hesitate to let me usher him inside.

"Shit, I'm so sweaty, I could use another shower," I said to Holly.

"If you're going to, get a move on. We're ready to go when you are," Holly said, before glancing at Brian and giving me a questioning look.

"I got to make a phone call first," I said, sitting down next to the phone.

I dialed the number hoping there was someone there to answer the phone on a Monday during the day. On the fifth ring a woman's voice picked up and said, "Hello?"

"Hi, is this Mrs. Peterson?"

"Yes it is.."

"I have someone here who wants to talk to you," I said while making eye contact with the startled Brian. I held out the phone to him as the empathic connection started to calm him down.

I heard his mom say something, and without taking my eyes off of Brian, I put it up to my ear and said, "Mrs. Peterson? Good, you're still there. My name is Tim Brandton and I've met someone who really wants to talk to you but he's too scared to come to the phone. Could you like promise not to be mad at him if he talks to you?"

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" she said raising her voice.

"No ma'am. I'm serious," I said, then lowered the mouthpiece and said, "Come on Brian. You know you want to. It's not like she can reach over the phone and grab you or anything. At least tell her you're okay."

I was putting all I could into the empathic connection to prevent Brian from leaving, but then I felt him starting to shake off my link a little. He was beginning to break free to try and escape when his mother decided that I could be for real and nearly broke my eardrum as she started crying out for Brian to speak to her.

While I held out the phone for him to hear and rubbed my ear, her desperate crys became sobs, and that broke Brian's heart. As she continued to call out for him, Brian finally couldn't take it anymore and hurriedly walked up and took the phone.

"Mom, please don't cry. It's me, Brian," he said starting to sniff. "I'm okay... I've missed you too... No, he isn't keeping me here... No... Yeah, he's been nice too me. He bought me breakfast this morning and... I'm okay, really... No... Yeah..."

At that point I got up and had Brian sit down in my place before grabbing some fresh clothes and took a quick shower. I was monitoring Brian's thoughts the whole time, and had to hurry up and put my shorts on when his mom wanted to speak with me again.

"Hello?" I said.

"Thank you so much for calling me. If you can just tell me where you are, would you keep him there until I can pick him up? Oh, and were are you exactly?"

Once Holly had come back with the map and we figured out where the heck we were, I convinced Brian's mom that it would be much easier if we brought him to her. Brian's home was an hour out of our way, but it would take her two hours just to get to the motel and I was considering helping Brian work out his sibling problems a little.

Brian talked to his mom again after I got off, and once we were finished putting everything back in the car and checked out, I had to go and get him off the phone so we could leave.

As we went down the steps to the parking lot, Brian suddenly said, "You broke your promise."

"I did not," I responded. "I said I wouldn't try and take you back without you wanting to. I never said I wouldn't try and make you want to."

"You did trick me, so can I hold your coin until we get there?"

"Yeah, all right," I said, digging it out of my pocket. "Just don't get too attached to it," I said as I flipped it to him.

Tammy was clothed and asleep in the back seat with Holly, and right before Brian opened the passenger door to get in, Holly said, "Is there any way you can wake up the real Tammy for the rest of the trip?"

As Brian sat down, I replied, "Maybe. I guess I could just tell her to let the real Tammy run things a while."

"Tell who?" Brian said. "Man, it's hot in here."

I started the car and hit the A/C then pulled out of the motel's lot still thinking about what I could do with Tammy.

"Hey!" Brian suddenly exclaimed. "How did you know my phone number?"

I considered on what to tell him, and then figured it would make things a little easier while fixing Tammy if I just told him the truth.

"Simple. I read your mind."

"Yeah, right. Now tell me."

"I really did read your mind. Right now you're thinking about asking why that woman in the back seat is always sleeping."

"Nu Uh. You're making it up."

"Heh. Hey Holly. Guess what Brian just thought of now?"

"What?" Holly said, taking the bait.

"What it would have been like if you had showered with him instead of me."

"Little pervert!" Holly said with a wiry smile.

"You really can read minds," Brian whispered before his excitement took over.

After spending nearly an hour playing mind games, Brian grew quiet thinking about home.

"Brian?" I said softly to him. "Why don't you take a nap. You're very sleepy, you know."

Brian's eyes instantly became droopy, and he yawned while telling me he wasn't tired. After repeating my suggestion and reissuing the drowsy commands, Brian conceded and quickly fell asleep in his seat.

"You want me to drive?" Holly asked after kissing my right cheek.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," I said, putting the blinker on.

Once we had switched positions and were back on the road, Holly was quietly humming to herself while I removed Tammy's clothes to prepare waking her up.

"You're in a good mood," I said as I pulled Tammy's panties off.

"I guess I am," she replied. "I haven't felt this good since I fell in love with Justin."

"I love you too, Holly. I'm going to wake Tammy now," I said.

The moment Tammy's eyes opened, she gasped and cried out, "Master!"

"Tammy, I think it would be best if you let your other self run things until we get to my place. Okay?"

"I'm sorry for what ever I did to displease you, Master," she cried. "Please, use me in anyway you wish. I deserve your punishment!"

"You haven't displeased me. I just don't want others seeing you naked wherever we go."

"But Master! I can not let the other me even see you! And I must me nude at all times before my Master. Please, Master, use me? I've tried very hard to please you, but I know you are unhappy with me. Please? Use me so I know I am still yours?"

Holly muttered something under her breath while Tammy sat in her best fuck me position and rubbed my hardon in my pants. The more I tried to reason with her, the more upset she became and the harder it was for me to resist fucking her on the spot.

So after a half an hour, I gave up and put her back to sleep. Once she was dressed, I sat back and sighed.

"What are we going to do with her?" Holly asked. "You said Brian's mom wanted to feed us lunch when we got there, and Tammy can't stay in the car that long. She'll fry."

"Well, I guess I'll have to make her go lay down in Brian's house after making everyone unable to see her. Speaking of Brian, I guess I better wake him up."

"You think? I mean, if I was a runaway going home, I'd probably rather sleep through the trip so I don't have so much time getting nervous."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, but I'd like to talk to him a little bit more before we have lunch with his family and never see him again. I'm gonna miss him."

"You just met him this morning.." Holly said exasperated.

"I know, but.. Heh.. I even showered with him. Shit. I'm getting way too perverted for my own good."

"Oh, I don't know.. I kind of like you that way."

"Heh."

After waking Brian up and explaining how Holly and I had switched places without him waking up, we spent the rest of the time talking about nothing in particular as Brian became more and more restless.

By the time we pulled into his street, Brian was extremely nervous and was begging Holly to turn around. But when we pulled into his driveway and he saw his mom, he was out the door before the car had even come to a complete stop.

Brian's stepbrothers hung around the open front door as mother and son cried their eyes out hugging, then the two older boys finally came out when Brian's mom put him down and thanked us again. I didn't really notice anything strange from them after my empathic senses had been stunned by Brian's and his mother's explosion of emotion. But while we were led inside, I picked up a strange feeling from the older one.

Mark was fourteen, a well built athlete, and horny as hell. Not just horny, but HORNY. And his twelve year old brother Craig was nearly as well built and just as horny as he was, but his seemed to be directed at Mark, while Mark's was simply everywhere.

While I was remote controlling Tammy into the nearest bedroom, I felt a huge surge in Mark's arousal as he caught a glimpse of her. I quickly made him forget, but couldn't help but notice how his arousal didn't go down. I mean, I can't control hormones..

Brian's stepfather got home shortly after we all sat down for lunch, and Brian visibly became uncomfortable by his presence. But Mr. Peterson was genuinely happy to see Brian, and I immediately felt his remorse and guilt for pushing Brian too much into the sports. Brian relaxed after his stepfather told him he didn't have to play on anymore teams unless he wanted too, and that he was sorry for whatever he did.

Once Brian had excepted his apology, Mr. Peterson thanked us, but before he turned to his wife, his own arousal flared incredibly from the glance he gave Holly's legs. I was so distracted by the strength of his arousal, I didn't notice Mark slipping away.

About ten minutes later, Mrs. Peterson asked Craig to go find Mark to finish his lunch, and I couldn't help but reach out to find him myself. When I did, choked on my Sloppy Joe, and after I cleared my throat I excused myself from table saying I needed to use the bathroom.

I quickly made it to the bedroom door where I had put Tammy, and had to dig out my screwdriver key chain to let myself in after finding the door locked.

"Where are you going?" Craig said as he came around the corner looking for his brother.

"I'm just, uhm," I said pulling the cracked door closed again.

Craig's eyes grew big from the slurping sounds coming from behind the door. Without warning, he pushed the door so hard the door knob slipped from my fingers and the door swung wide open to reveal Mark's face embedded in Tammy's naked crotch.

"Holy shit, Mark. I hope you're taping this," Craig said quietly while pulling me inside and shutting the door.

Mark jerked off her mound startled, then relaxed seeing his brother's unconcerned expression.

"Hell yeah," Mark replied as he tried to determine what my reaction would be. "You know I wouldn't miss getting a tape of something like this. Uhm, you don't know her, do you?" he asked me.

"As a matter of fact, yes I do," I said as I started scanning his mind to find out exactly what was going on.

"Fuck," Mark replied, "I knew it."

"You mean dad didn't bring her?" Craig said, disappointed.

"No. Does your dad usually bring unconscious girls home for you two to play with?" I said, genuinely surprised.

"No, but it's like a dream we had about... Never mind," Craig said embarrassed. "Please don't tell on us?"

"Yeah. Hey, if you don't tell, we can let you have some free pornos," Mark offered.

"Oh, so that's it.." I said when my scan found the information I was looking for. "You guys are trying to make your own pornos, like... Your mom and dad made them?"

"How do you know.." Craig started but didn't finish as Tammy began to pull her top off in her sleep.

"So you guys want to make a porno.." I said, getting my pleasure out of seeing them watch Tammy's body strip. "You're both virgins, I take it. Shit, you two are so horny watching her I'm surprised you have the will power to not leap on her... So does your dad still make pornos? Or did he retire?"

When I didn't get a response, I said, "Look, I'm going to wake her up in a moment. If you two can't answer a simple question, I'll have her put her clothes back on and we'll leave."

"He.. He only makes them with Judy," Mark said in a husky distant voice as his shorts fell to the floor and took a step towards Tammy.

"Oh God, Mark. We're really going to do it, aren't we," Craig said as he stripped.

"Nothing could stop us now," Mark said before running his hands up Tammy's nude body to her tits.

"Wanna bet?" I said with a dangerous sound to my voice.

Craig instantly looked at me, his eyes containing a dare for me to even try as Mark proceeded to climb on top of the still unconscious Tammy.

I stepped forward and reached out to stop Mark from mounting her. As I expected, Craig attempted to physically prevent me, but only ended up flat on his back.

"Mark, you're not going to fuck her like that," I said grabbing his six incher like a handle and preventing him from completing the penetration he had started. "You're going to have to get off an.."

"LET ME GO fucker!" he said, swiping his fingernail across my left cheek.

"Son of a bitch," I said, realizing I was bleeding where he had scratched me.

In a flare of my temper, I made Mark scramble off Tammy and run out to get some toilet paper to stop the bleeding he caused. Craig had by then recovered from my mental punch and was fighting his desire to continue where Mark had left off. He wasn't sure what had happened, but he realized I wasn't going to let them do anything to Tammy.

Just as Mark slipped back into the room with the strip of toilet paper, I woke Tammy to tease them a little before we had to leave.

"I am yours to command, Master," Tammy said instantly.

"Tammy, I'm going to go and finish lunch and get a sandwich or something for you to eat in the car. This is Craig and Mark. I'd like for you to tell them some of your hot lesbian stories while I'm gone. Don't let them touch you. If they try, you have my permission to yank their balls off, understand?"

"Yes Master," she cooed.

I stayed for a few more minutes listening to Tammy begin her erotic story telling. Both Craig and Mark were too involved in Tammy's words and actions to even notice me going over to the hidden camera, pushing the stop button and ejecting the tape. When I finally left the room, the three were openly masturbating as Tammy's words cast the two guys into a sexual daydream they would never forget.

"What took you so long?" Holly asked suspiciously at the entrance to the hall. "I was coming to go find you."

"Mark and Craig found Tammy, but I've taken care of things. Tammy's just telling them a few stories to entertain them."

"Hmmph. I bet she does more than just tell stories," she said as we walked back to the table.

Everyone else was done but me, but I made short work of what was left of my Sloppy Joe, then motioned to Brian I wanted to talk privately with him.

"Brian, you're going to have to watch yourself around your brothers. They're going to get more and more secretive about things, and it's probably best if you don't try to get nosy about it. You'll understand someday, and I'm pretty sure they will let you in on it if you want. But not yet. So don't, like, go in their rooms without knocking and stuff, okay?"

"Why are you on their side?" he said surprised. "I haven't even done anything yet."

"I know. Just.. Look, if I show you why you shouldn't, do you think you can keep it to yourself?"

"Yeah," Brian instantly replied.

"I'm going to hold you to that," I said as I led him towards the room.

I started to opened the door slowly, but once I recognized the sound of a mouth sucking a dick, I flung it open and groaned.

"I thought I said nobody touches anyone else," I said interrupting the blowjob Tammy was giving Mark.

"I'm sorry, Master. I thought you meant I could touch them, just they couldn't touch me," Tammy said hanging her head.

"Come on, let her finish, please?" Mark begged.

"Why?" Brian said with a evil grin. "Doesn't Craig do it good enough for ya?"

We all stared at Brian with astonishment, and he started turning red.

But then he added, "It's not like I never saw mom giving Rick one, and you two do it more than they do. Does it feel that good?"

"Yeah," Mark said. "It does."

"Well, you guys will just have work it out on your own," I said. "It's time to leave, Tammy. Please lay down on the bed."

"Yes, Master," she said with a hint of remorse.

"I told you I should have gone first," Craig said angrily to Mark. "I still haven't gotten a blow job."

The thought suddenly occurred to me that if Craig was desperate enough, he might try and force Brian into blowing him after we leave. Apparently everyone expected their parents to fuck afterwards, and that would be the ideal time for Craig to try something.

"Craig, if Tammy gave you a blow job, would you promise on your happy sack that you'll leave Brian alone?"

"Uhm, yeah. Anything," Craig said softly.

"Hey, what about me?" Mark said. "I'm going to have blue balls if someone doesn't blow me."

"I'll do it," Craig said as his dick jumped.

"Shit, Craig. I knew you watched that one with mom, dad and uncle Peter too many times. You're turning into a fucking queer."

"Fuck you. Go and jerk off then. And don't ask me to do it again either," Craig said hurt.

"Uhm, I don't have to watch, do I?" Brian asked me.

"Nah. Go do what you want. Oh, and tell Holly we'll be ready in a few minutes. This won't take long."

As Tammy slipped Craig's four and a half inch boner into her mouth, I did a more in-depth scan of Craig's mind. The video with his father and uncle messing around hadn't been the only bisexual porno he had seen, but it had been his first, and it had given him a new perspective on things. The fact that his father had given his older uncle a blowjob before fucking him in the ass had first given Craig the idea of blowing his brother, and since then had allowed his lust for his brother to grow.

Craig was finding it more and more difficult to keep his desires hidden from Mark, and even though Mark had talked about doing more than just getting a blowjob, Craig wasn't about to try anything else, especially since Mark hadn't even attempted to blow him.

Craig was breathing heavily with his eyes closed and mouth open while Tammy worked slowly on his cock. While I was examining the details of Craig's fantasies concerning Mark, Mark suddenly dived between Tammy's legs and attempted to do a little tongue work.

I stopped him, but before I even said a word, Craig said, "Mark, let me suck you! Please?"

Mark tore free from my grasp, and moments later was standing over Tammy with his dick buried inside Craig's sucking mouth. I was fairly turned on by all this, so I began to manipulate their arousal and pleasure to fit my own mood and needs.

I quickly motivated them to try a little face fucking, and as Craig got the hang of it, Mark started to gasp and pant from the new sensations. His mind was floating away from reality, unconsciously planning to make fucking Craig's mouth a daily exercise. Craig's happiness didn't really matter to him. All he wanted was to get off the best way he knew how.

I couldn't see anything I could do to help their situation out that didn't mean seriously altering them. So all I did was make sure Brian would be safe from their horniness, and once both Mark and Craig had cum, I got Tammy dressed and had her cooling off the car while Holly and I made our goodbyes.

I hadn't really believed it when I told Brian I'd come visit him again someday. But not only did I visit him again, I changed his and his step-brother's lives forever.