Looking for a place to stay in a college town the weekend before classes started was practically pointless. The only thing really left were the really crappy apartments that no one wanted, and family homes which weren't all that close to the campus.

We had taken a limo since I figured James would get a big kick out of riding in it and hoped he would pass the time watching TV. Well, I was half right. He loved the limo, but after the twins had surprised us by waking us up in their usual manner, James was constantly trying to be my bitch again, and I was getting fed up with it.

I even had to command him to not get any of the drink out. So after spending three hours in the car with a horny fifteen year-old who was hot for my body, I was already tired when we finally got there.

Four hours we spent driving around looking for a decent place to rent or buy that was close enough to the campus to walk. I wanted to be able to send James and Eric home without having to drive them there, but I was just about to give up on the idea when we ran across something I knew was perfect.

"This place is huge. You're not seriously thinking of buying it, are you?" James said as we looked inside the windows.

"Yeah, I'm serious. Okay, so it's too big for just the three of us. But it's so close to the campus, and so far it doesn't look too badly run down."

"What is this place anyway? It looks almost like a small apartment building."

"It's a sorority or fraternity house. Looks like it hasn't been used in years though. I don't get why another fraternity or sorority wouldn't have bought the place and moved in by now. Let's go back to the limo so I can call the number."

As it turns out, the number listed on the for sale sign was no longer in service. It took about an hour for me to track down the true owner, then another twenty minutes to find the relative that the deceased had left it to.

The new owners lived in New York, and they had never been out to the place. With a little extra motivation, the deal was set and I had myself my own sorority house.

The house hadn't been used for over two years, and once I had a locksmith come out and open the door for us, I was dismayed to find that it had been broken into and anything of value had been stolen. That included the hot water heaters and furnaces, but considering the power, gas, and water were shut off, it wasn't really a problem right away.

The two story sorority house wasn't really all that big compared to the others I had seen. There were ten bedrooms, five and a half bathrooms, a kitchen, two living areas, and a nice big eating area that was probably twice the size the place actually needed. The basement had ten individual storage pens that were all empty, and besides those and the two sets of missing furnaces, the basement was just empty space.

Each bedroom shared a full bath with another bedroom, and they were all identical to each other. James asked whether we were going to each get our own bedroom and bathroom or not, and after thinking about it, I decided that James and Eric could each have a bedroom of their own and share a bathroom. He suggested we all three share a bathroom, but I insisted there wasn't any reason for us to have to do that.

The house was as cold as it was outdoors, so after James had pretty much explored everything and had claimed his room, he went back to the limo to watch TV and get warm. Once I had finished figuring out what all I needed to get done to the place, I joined him and started making phone calls again.

James actually was very compliant about running in to check on something for me, and helped me take a few measurements without complaint. By dinner time, we both were pretty hungry and tired, and since it was Saturday, nothing else could be done until Monday anyway.

So after eating at McDonalds, we started the journey back home, watching a videotape of Ghostbusters which he hadn't ever seen before. After singing the Ghostbusters theme three or four times after it was over, I put in a movie he had already seen, and I was relieved when he simply drifted off to sleep without once trying to start something. He had wanted to do something sexual the whole time, but he knew I wouldn't go for it. I had a feeling I would be having a lot of trouble with this later if I wasn't careful.

When we were getting near home, James called Eric to see what was going on and to find out if he was sleeping with him or not. I had to interrupt three times before Eric finally answered the question of sleeping arrangements, then ten minutes later they finally hung up when we pulled into Eric's driveway.

Eric had the front door open by the time we were out of the car, but surprisingly waited for us to come in instead of running out like I half expected him to. Eric gave James and I both an excited hug, and once both James and I had teased him about only being gone a day, he grabbed James's hand to dragged him to his room and shut the door behind them.

"It's Tim," I said after knocking on his parents bedroom door. "Eric said you wanted to talk to me?"

"Come in," Eric's dad said.

Mrs. Roberts came out of the bathroom brushing her hair in her sleepwear, but Mr. Roberts was at his desk still in his day clothes.

"Uhm, I could come back tomorrow.." I said.

"That's all right," Mrs. Roberts said. "James sees me in my pajamas all the time. It doesn't bother me."

"Eric said you still haven't made up your minds?" I said after Mr. Roberts signaled me to come in and close the door.

"It isn't that we haven't made our minds up..." Mrs. Roberts said.

"We're willing to let them go if you answer a few questions and the answers are reasonable," Mr. Roberts continued.

"Oh. What're the questions?" I said as I sat down on the edge of the bed.

Mrs. Roberts sat down next to me and said, "The most important one is, why?"

"Why? Why what?"

"Why do you want Eric and James to go with you," Mr. Roberts stated. "We know how Eric feels about you, and once we understood why he feels that way, we're grateful for treating Eric as well as you have. But Eric only cares that you have to leave and that he and James could go with you. He doesn't seem to know why you have to leave and what it is you will be doing."

"Oh.. I'm sorry. I thought I had told him and he had already told you."

I proceeded to tell them about the symbols, what I wanted to accomplish, and why I felt I needed to, which included a little bit about what happened that summer. Actually, I told them a lot more than I had told Mr. Higgs or even Eric about that summer, and I quite honestly don't know why I did so. "Why do you need someone to go with you?" Mr. Roberts asked once I finished.

"Uhm, well... I kind of need someone to act as a briefcase. I can store memories in other people's heads faster than in my own, so I wanted someone who I knew, trusted, and who would be around so I could keep an eye on them. What I store in their heads wouldn't effect Eric or James at all. They won't even know there was anything different about them."

"You said you wanted to keep an eye on them. Does that mean there is a danger of someone else.. using them?"

"I don't think there's any more danger of that happening than there already is. It would only be when someone else had already grabbed them that they might run across the memories I stored. That's why I wanted someone I could watch out for. After about a year, the memories I stored would be too far buried for anyone to find. Including by me. If there was any more danger, it would be over in a year, or more like ten months."

"Do you have any idea how long you would be gone?" Mrs. Roberts asked.

"Not really. I keep saying a couple of months, but I don't know how long it will really take. But I figure Eric and James would be ready to go home in three months tops, so even if I'm not done, I'd bring them back then. I have two other friends who probably would go with me too, so it doesn't have to be Eric and James. It's just that.. You know. Eric wanted to go with me.."

Mrs. Roberts let out a "phhhhhhhhh" then said, "Three months. Well, if he could come home on a few weekends, I guess I could bear it that long. What do you think, Steve?"

Mr. Roberts stirred uncomfortably in his chair, then gave me a gauging look as he said, "I don't know. Three months is an awful long time for two fifteen year old boys to be out on their own like this. I'll be honest with you both. I know exactly what I'd be doing while away from home with two other gay boys. I'm afraid of what.."

"I'm not gay," I objected. "I like girls a lot more than guys. Eric was just at the right place at the right time for me to even consider fooling around with him. If I'm going to do any messing around on this trip, I'm going to mess around with a girl."

"So you, Eric, and James didn't have a three way at school the other day?" he stated.

I blinked at that, then said, "Okay, we did. But that was different. Eric was... pushing my buttons a little while I was kind of upset. It won't happen again."

"So you think now, but Eric is fairly resourceful when it comes to getting what he wants. And then there's James. Eric I think I trust not start anything with just anyone who's interested, and we probably have you to thank for that somewhat. But James... He's wild. Wilder than my brother ever was. He might just talk Eric into something that you don't find out about until it is too late."

"Hmm.. Just what are your feelings towards James and Eric have sex with each other? I mean, do you disapprove, or think it is okay, or what? They really care for each other.."

Mrs. Roberts sighed, then said, "I was upset at first, but after Steve told me about what he and his brother did, I'm rather relieved that Eric found someone like himself to experience it with. I wouldn't like my little boy having sex with different people all the time. That's too dangerous. Especially these days."

"At one time, I would have loved to have what Eric has. A part of me still does. My brother was everything to me, and if he hadn't died... Well, no point of going through all of that again. As long as Eric and James don't do anything dangerous, yes, I approve of their sexual intercourse. In fact I envy them." Mr. Roberts said looking apologetically at his wife.

"But," he continued. "They simply can't be allowed to have sex all the time. Now that they know we all know, I think they won't be as reluctant to do it as much as they had. I'm worried they will get lost in it and do something very stupid."

"What if.. I have this friend of mine, Wally, who's gay and a telepath. Every weekend, he and his lover invite other gay couples to his place to make love. Each couple take turns, only doing what Wally and Erin do, spreading out the what he calls the steps of intimacy over the entire weekend. Nobody does anything they don't want to do, but they are not allowed to do anything that Wally and Alex haven't done yet. I think it's exactly what Eric and James need."

"Do you trust this person?" Mrs. Roberts asked with a frown.

"Definitely. He's smart, powerful, and has more compassion and tenderness than anyone I ever met. Wally's probably the nicest guy I know. Okay, I admit that if Eric and James weren't already gay, I might be concerned that Wally would pressure them into something. But they have already done everything Wally would want them to do. He only wants to watch other gay lovers as they make love. He wouldn't do anything to Eric or James."

"So you think this Wally would be able to give them guidance by example rather than outright forcing them or trying to talk them into it.." Mr. Roberts stated.

"Exactly. I think it's..." I said before feeling something odd in the house.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Roberts asked.

"Just a second.." I said, reaching out to feel around with my mind.

A minute later, I sighed and said, "Jodie accidentally locked herself outside. She's trying to pry open one of the basement windows."

"I'll go," Mr. Roberts said getting up. "She better have a good reason to be sneaking outside at eleven o'clock at night."

"What was she doing?" Mrs. Roberts asked after he left the room.

"What would you be doing when you were twelve years old and knew your gay brother and his boyfriend were in his room alone?" I said, smiling.

"She was watching them?" Mrs. Roberts said with her eyes opening wide. "Jodie? My baby was watching them?"

"Yep. Karen only watched them once, but Jodie.. Well, put it this way. Like mother, like daughter."

"How much do you know about me at that age?" she said suspiciously.

"Enough to know that you and her should definitely have a woman to woman talk. Karen's not the least bit interested, but Jodie has the hots for James."

"I see..." she said, internally struggling with something.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"There's something I've always wondered, and I'm not sure if I should ask you to find out for me."

"What?"

"Does my husband..."

"Yes he does. He may fantasize about guys, but he doesn't regret marrying you, having children with you, and enjoys the sex he has with you."

"Thanks, but that wasn't my question," she said with a frowning grin.

"Whoops," I said, turning red.

"What I was going to ask is does my husband want to have another child," she said after only a moment's hesitation. "Every time I ask him, I get the feeling he isn't being truthful with me. Could you... find out?"

"No problem. Just give me a sec," I said, glad to be off the hook.

"Uhm, I don't think this is going to help you any, but... he doesn't mind one way or the other. He wouldn't mind having another baby, but also is happy enough to not need one. Steve pretty much will go with whatever you want to do."

"That's exactly what he told me," she sighed.

"So I guess the question is... do you?"

"I suppose so. Otherwise why would I be even thinking about it? Oh. There is just one other little thing I'd really would like to know.."

"Uhm, okay. But I'm not sure if sneaking around behind people's minds like this is such a good idea."

"It probably isn't, but tell me this anyway. Is Karen a virgin?"

"Yes."

"Oh.. That was fast."

"Yep," I said, then indicated that her husband was coming back.

"You know what I think she was doing?" he said when he came in.

"What?" we both said with a grin.

"You two know what she was doing, don't you. Well then I don't have to tell you, do I," he said as I peeked in his head to see.

"You're right. You don't. Uhm, I'm like going to church tomorrow morning with my mom, so.. If there aren't any more questions?"

"Well, no, none that can't wait until tomorrow," Mr. Roberts said. "For now, go ahead and plan for Eric and James to go with you, but I don't think we're ready to say for sure, do you?" he said looking at his wife.

"I don't mind one way or the other at this point," she said with a hint of revenge. "I'll miss him something fierce, but I also want him to see this Wally person. He's so vulnerable when it comes to his gayness. I just want him to be happy."

"Well, putting it that way," Steve said, "Then I suppose my other concerns are only parental worries that won't go away until he's back. But I warn you right now. If anything happens to Eric, or James for that matter, I will hold you responsible. So don't make me regret trusting you."

His warning came to me as a bit of a jolt to my sense of reality. Before he had said that, I really hadn't considered how much responsibility it would be to keep James and Eric out of trouble. But now I was going to be responsible for anything that happened. I always tried to be responsible for myself, and I naturally was going to keep my eye on James and Eric, but now the job had been set squarely on my shoulders, and I started to feel the weight for the first time.

I spent most of the next day with my mom, going to church with her then helping her shop for some bigger clothes. She wasn't all that big, but she was having trouble fitting in her work clothes and simply didn't want to be uncomfortable while at work.

That night after dinner in the north mansion, my dad asked me to go to the study with him for a talk. As I followed him and the twins, I suddenly had a flash back of the first time the four of us had gone to a study for a talk. He was dressed in the same robe, and even though the twins no longer had leashes or collars, they still seemed to lead us like they had.

Then when I saw Sandra, the woman who had acted as my back rest that first time in my father's study, I knew something was up. Sandra had been returned to her own life like so many of my father's servants had right after Joey had grabbed Suzi. My dad had taken everyone who could be in danger into hiding, but knew he couldn't take the servants that had their own families or held other jobs. Sandra had two children with another slave of his, and he had set them free, only leaving his standard commands to keep his office informed of their whereabouts in case he ever needed them again.

"Hi, Sandra. How's the kids?" I said, laying my bare back against her naked chest.

"They're both fine, my young master," she said, giving me a squeeze. "I can't believe how much you've grown in a year."

"Yeah, well.... I had a little help," I said, relaxing as Honey's mouth moved into position. "So, what's the special occasion, dad?" I said.

"I just wanted to spend time with my son before he goes away again, that's all," he lied before giving Joy a loving kiss on the top of her head.

I wasn't detecting any feeling of deceit from him, so I let it go, figuring he simply wasn't ready to tell me the real reason yet.

"Have you thought about what it will be like to have a little brother?" he asked.

"Yeah. Sometimes I get excited, others I dread it. But mostly I'm just happy for you and mom. I just hope he doesn't have to go through everything I have."

"Timothy," he said with a slight hesitation. "Were you.. unhappy growing up without knowing who your father was?"

"Unhappy? I wouldn't say I was unhappy. I mean, sure. Sometimes I got jealous seeing how Joey and his dad did things together, and I would really get bummed out once in a while about it. But I never blamed anyone or anything. It was just the way things were, you know? You don't feel guilty, do you? I mean, you didn't know until you found my tampering in Katie's head."

"I can't help feeling a little guilty. But that's in the past now. What I want to talk about is the future. You, me, your little brother, and your mother. I want to know..." he said before his confidence surprisingly failed him.

"What, dad?" I said after seeing how hard it was for him to continue.

"Would you... If we..."

"Come on, pop. Spit it out. This isn't like you."

"I know, but I've never asked anyone for their permission to marry their mother before. Especially not my sixteen year old son."

"I'm practically seven... Did you say marry?"

"Yes I did."

"You're asking me if you can marry mom?"

"I thought it would be better for Richie if he had a real family, not just a mother and father. But only if you..."

"Yes, dad, YES!" I said, leaping out of my "seat" and landing on him to give him a big hug.

He hugged me back just as hard, and once we finished he wiped his eyes and said, "I never knew you felt this way about your mom and I not being married."

"I didn't know it myself until you said it," I said, ignoring the flashes of impatience Joy was sending me since I had interrupted her work. "I guess I've always hoped mom would marry my real dad, even when I didn't know who he was. I'm glad I got to find out."

"Timothy, you don't know how happy you just made me. I'm going to propose to your mother tomorrow night after we have a night on the town. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine," I said, finally going back to my seat. "Hey, dad? Thanks for asking me."

"You're welcome. Thank you for saying yes."

"You're welcome too. Wow. I can't believe it. My mom and dad are finally getting hitched! I can't wait to tell... or tell... Fuck. I can't tell anyone, can I. Shit. Excuse me Sandra. Honey? Joy? How about you two making me your slave-boy for the night. I don't think anything else would take my mind off of... Erp."

"Girls... Play nice with my oldest son. Otherwise I won't let you play with my new one when he gets old enough," my dad warned as the twins began pulling my puppet strings.

Then just as Honey's ass sat down on my hard cock while my mouth busily ate out Joy's snatch, my dad asked, "Sandra, you're a parent. Do you ever get tired of watching your children play?"

"No, master, you never do," she said, grinning. "You never do."