Chapter 08: FINALLY!
“Say, Melinda, I guess I’ve got time. What did you want to discuss?” She looked at me, as if testing my mood.
“Let’s go to your room and look at your computer,” she said, not answering my question. So we both trooped upstairs. The girls had gone off like they’d planned, so the room was empty as I pulled up a spare chair and sat in front of my computer.
“What did you want me to do?” I asked her as I booted the older device.
“Well, while it boots up, I’ll describe what’s going on. As you know, Becky asked me to see if I could find any references on the Internet reporting anything similar to what you’re experiencing. However, ‘fawning women, telepathy, and visions’ don’t make for a very useful Google search string. You get a lot of nonsense stories about telepathy and other unrelated stuff. Yet, while I was trying to dig through the results, I found something interesting.” She paused while the machine finished starting up and she told me to start my browser.
“Now don’t get upset, Alex, but I want you to do a Google search on ‘New Orleans Angel’.” As soon as she said it, my heart dropped, because I knew just what it was about, but since she was bringing it up now, I knew it was going to be especially bad.
Typing in the search, I hit enter and watched the results. There were pages and pages detailing all kinds of information about me!
“You’d better go get the girls for me,” I warned Melinda.
“Sorry, but we sent them off. You’ll have to deal with it yourself. Besides, there’s no hurry, none of that information is going anywhere. Luckily, most of it is old. It looks like your friends all started specifying ‘not share’ as an option on their various networking sites, but all the old information is still out there since the internet never really goes away.”
I began looking up one site after another. A few were reactions to Mr. Rodriguez’s articles in the Times Picayune newspaper. Others were rumors about where I was seen and what I’d been observed doing, but there were also photos and videos of us as I tried to figure out what was going on. There were videos of Anh prostrating herself on the sidewalk to me, there were photos of Allison being led by me out of the church, there were blogs about people flocking to Patricia’s concerts in hopes of seeing me. There were pages and pages discussing what I had ‘come to earth’ to achieve, what lessons I was here to teach, and what I was looking for in who I picked to reward.
The pictures and videos were largely fuzzy, but, if you knew who you were looking for, you could tell who it was. I couldn’t see any links associating the pages to us, here, but there were plenty of people who knew I’d just been to New Orleans, and I didn’t doubt there were now plenty of people in New Orleans actively searching for me.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this yesterday? Clearly this is pretty important.”
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to mess up your first date with Chalise and your first meeting with her mother,” Melinda replied.
“Yeah, I can see that, still, it would have been nice to have known about this.”
“Alex, this stuff has been up since you first got to New Orleans. You’re not going to be able to take any of it down. I told you just so you’d be aware of it. There’s nothing you can do about it, you just have to be ready to react if anyone asks you about it.”
I groaned as I watched photos of the crowds that had clogged the French Quarter near our hotel after we’d left. The streets were filled with posers, all looking for a miraculous angel come to announce the apocalypse. There were also plenty of wacko blogs discussing such nonsense as well, describing how mankind was going to finally be punished for all their wicked ways. They blamed liberal policies, gays, immigrants and premarital sex. There seemed to be a direct correlation between crazy responses and conservative movements. I knew that not all conservatives were nuts, but there seemed to be plenty of crazy assed right-wing individuals spouting nonsense here! I guess anyone who didn’t like how things currently were, was secretly wishing God would simply do away with it all.
I figured I’d better try to do something.
‘Brooke?‘ I mentally called.
‘Alex? Duh, like I have to ask. There’s no one else I know who’ll talk in my head. What’s up?‘ she replied.
‘Well, there’s a bit of a problem. It seems news of me when I was in New Orleans has been spreading across the Internet.‘
‘Really? I never even thought of searching for anything. However, I’m not really surprised. You should see what’s been going on here after you left. There’s practically a cult mentality going on around here. I don’t think any of it is due to your watchers, though. The religious establishment is in a tizzy. Most church groups are denouncing it, although a few are trying to capitalize on it. There’s even one guy selling bottles of holy water blessed by you for ‘personal healings’.‘
‘Wow, that’s amazing,‘ I told her. ‘I had no idea such things were still going on there. Should I be concerned with it?‘
‘Personally, I don’t think so. All of this is extraneous to what you were doing here. It’s mostly people looking for a religious sign rather than any of your people.‘
‘Well, there are pictures and videos showing several of us on the Internet and YouTube,‘ I pointed out to her.
‘Well, that’s a concern, I’m sure, but everyone is looking for you here. I don’t think anyone will connect what’s happening here with you up there. I’d just let it all pass on its own. Let the crazies have their days in the sun and just live your own life in peace.‘
‘Yeah, I guess you’re right about that. Still, it’s disconcerting to see my face plastered all over the Internet. I mean, a lot of people here know I was in New Orleans. If any of them make the connection....’
‘And why would they? There’s no reason for them to do extensive background research on your vacation. Even if they do make the connection, it would be easy enough to deny. Just say you were standing near the angel and never actually saw much. I don’t think it’s a serious risk.’
‘OK, that makes me feel better, then. Still, I think I should coordinate with the community of watchers down there.’
‘That would make sense, but I don’t think Rebecca or I would be the best for that. Actually, I’d contact Patricia about it. She’s more connected with the whole community. She’s been getting a lot of publicity due to this whole thing, as people are flocking to her concerts every night. I think the watchers would listen to anything she said to them, as she’s a recognized follower of yours.’
‘Wow, there’s a lot I’ve been missing. I guess I should be talking with all of you more frequently. What about the papers, are they still pursuing the issue?’
‘Not really. You have to remember, Albert Rodriguez’s articles are opinion/community pieces. There’s no news or fact checking involved, and he’s not likely to risk publishing unsubstantiated pictures in a paper and put himself and his paper in danger of a potential lawsuit. He keeps talking about the excesses of the people clamoring about you, but that’s pretty much what you want anyway, isn’t it?’
‘Man, I never thought he’d become an ally. Well, thanks for the info Brooke. It’s nice to know what’s going on.’
‘Yeah, we figured you were busy enough trying to adjust to life since everything happened here. We really didn’t want to burden you with anything you didn’t have any real control over.’
‘That makes sense. Just make sure you tell me if anything changes, OK?’
‘Sure, we’re always anxious to speak with you. Oh, by the way, before you go, Rebecca and I need you to show up at the Memorial Hospital in Carbondale at 4:30 on Tuesday. OK? We’ll only be able to spend the afternoon, though.’
‘Uh, sure, I guess. Whatever for?’
‘Rebecca and I made some arrangements to see if we can get the testing you asked for, but we’ll have to do some negotiating to see if we can get them to do it. We have a plan, so when you get there just play along. We’ll give you more information once you get there.’
‘OK, I’ll play along. I trust you enough to assume you know what you’re doing, and I’m sure Becky will be pleased to get the information, if we can arrange it. I’ll be there.’
‘Thanks, Alex, and say hello to everyone up there for me. Tell Kitty we were all impressed by her when we spoke to her, and apologize to Chalise that we didn’t get a chance to speak with her.’
‘I will, Brooke. I’m going to talk to Patricia now so I’ll talk to you later.’
We said goodbye and I glanced at Melinda before I continued, realizing I’d been sitting silently while she’d been sitting here, simply watching me.
“Are you done? Man, it’s fascinating watching you do your magic. What did you learn?” she asked, prompting me for information.
“Quite a bit. Brooke, the EMT down in Orleans, knows about a lot more activity down there than we were aware of, but doesn’t think it’ll affect me personally. She suggests we just let it all play out on its own, but she suggests I speak with Patricia about speaking to the watchers. She’s become associated in the public’s mind with me and they all recognize her as one of my ‘followers’.”
“Wow, that’s amazing. Not the telepathy so much, because you could have done the same with a cell phone, but the fact you can do it all just sitting there. Also the fact that you take charge and get things done,” she said, looking at me oddly.
“Hold on, Melinda, I’m going to talk to Patricia before we go any farther,” I told her. She paused and continued to watch me.
‘Patricia? It’s Alex,’ I called.
‘Well of course it is. I assume whenever a strange voice speaks in my head, that it’s you. Besides, you have your own mental voice that I associate with you. What’s up?’
‘My sister, Melinda, in the course of some research, turned up a whole trove of information on the Internet about all of us, including photos and videos. I was concerned, but Brooke brought me up to date on what’s been going on down there. She convinced me it’s probably best just to let it blow over, since most of it isn’t associated with any of our people. She said you were more associated with the watcher community than she is.’
‘Yeah, I’ve gotten a bit of a reputation for being associated with you. It’s kind of a mixed blessing. The nightclub is packed every single night because of it, but I get more people asking about you than I do comments about my performance. They’ve added several shows every night, and they’re talking about extending my contract here another couple of weeks since I’m pulling in so much business and generating so much attention.
‘Basically, most of the attention is from the poser community, various religious figures or people who want something to reinforce their faith in God. I see and talk with several people from the watchers, but most of the attention is from people looking for something other than what you’re responsible for. I agree with Brooke, you’d best just avoid all the mess down here. I’m sure it’ll play out as long as nothing else happens. Pretty soon everyone will forget all about it.’
‘Thanks for that information, Patricia, I appreciate the update. I figured I should have a more direct connection to the watchers down there. I’d like it if you could talk to Peter, David and Darice and arrange something with them. You can find them at Peter’s coffee shop. I think the people there are all familiar with his relationship with me, so they can get a message if you can’t find him. I think you should help the community down there move forward. See if you can use your new abilities to help train some of them on how to use their own more limited abilities. I want them to learn how to trust their own intuitions, but to know what’s generated by their access to this energy and what’s not. Do you think you can do all of that?’
‘Alex, anything you ask me to do, I’ll gladly do. Yeah, I think I can arrange that. I think most of them are like you are. They have an ability, but they can’t actually measure or feel it themselves, so they don’t know how to apply it. I’ll be glad to see if I can get them more organized in their approach and maybe start up a training program for it. It’d be nice if I could recognize the watchers myself, but there really isn’t much difference in the auras from those of normal people. It’s a bit brighter but not much. I think they don’t actually have more energy so much as they have the ability to deal with it. Don’t worry, Alex, I won’t let you down in this,’ she assured me.
‘Thanks, Patricia, I knew I could count on you, although I never knew you were quite so tied into the whole community down there. It’s nice to know some good can come from all of this attention.’
‘Yeah, the only downside is that it’ll take longer before I can see you again. We all miss you down here. Brooke, Rebecca and I get together fairly often, although we mostly talk about how amazing you are.’
‘I’m sure there’s more interesting things for three beautiful, resourceful women to talk about than poor little me,’ I protested.
‘Honestly, Alex, there’s nothing more fascinating than you right now. You don’t think we’d all be so captivated by you if you were as simple as you keep pretending to be. Anyway, I’ll take care of things. I’m glad to finally be doing something for you.’
After we finished up, I focused on Melinda again. Since I’d been in my own little mental world, I asked her how long I’d been gone. She told me I’d only taken a few moments to do all my talking so I was relieved, although she told me I tended to get this blank vacant look while I was doing it, making me think I should try to correct that.
I told her about all that I’d discussed and what we’d decided and she seemed fascinated. She started to go on about how she was impressed with how decisive I’d become. About how I no longer took anyone’s nonsense and how I stood up, not only for myself, but for everyone I cared about. Then she started to tell me just how much that impressed her.
About that time she started to lean into me, running her hand across my chest. I was a bit taken aback, so I simply sat there, wondering what was going on.
“You’d never believe the kind of guys I have to deal with out there in the college environment, Alex. All these self absorbed guys with nothing to do but get high and try to score something. They’ve got no sense of responsibility, and they don’t even bother studying most of the time. You, on the other hand, are really making a difference. You’re interested in all these people you didn’t even know about until just a few weeks ago. You care about them and want to help them. You care about what people think about those close to you, and you’d risk yourself, not in making yourself bigger than you are, but strictly for other people. I wish there were more people as noble as you are.”
With that, she leaned in and kissed me. Shocked, I pulled back, but she followed me in. It was a simple kiss, just a meeting of the lips, but she put a bit into it. Enough that I could tell it wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing. She took her time to caress my lips with her own, just a gentle pressure, a light grazing. It was mesmerizing in its simplicity. Against my better judgment, I responded. I kissed her back as her hands began to roam further across my chest. After a few moments, once we’d established we were both involved in the kiss, she drew me up out of my chair and pulled me to sit beside her on my bed. There we proceeded to kiss a bit more intimately.
It was still largely chaste. There was a bit more tongue involved, and her hands were certainly busy, but it was much more an exploration than an aggressive sexual move. Finally I pulled back.
“Melinda, are you sure about this? I mean, you’re my sister, and we’ve never been particularly close before.”
“No, we weren’t, and I’m beginning to sense what I’ve been missing. I’ve never known anyone like you before, Alex. You don’t have the whole ‘bad boy’ attraction going for you, but you manage to exemplify everything I’ve always wanted in a man. I just want a chance to experience what a genuine, sexy, caring man is like. I’ve always heard men like you existed, but my own experiences never confirmed it. Now I find the perfect example, and he’s been living with me his whole life. Now shut up and kiss me again.”
So we did, we ended up flat on my back, kissing and groping. Again, it wasn’t a blind sexual grope, instead it was like she was searching, trying to feel my essence through my skin, trying to measure the extent of my physique with her fingers. It had its own attraction and I was fascinated in return. Figuring it was safe for me to be a bit more aggressive, I rolled us over so I was over her. She seemed to appreciate this, as her kisses became more intense. Soon, given the increased ardor of our kissing, she took my hand and pressed it against her breast. I felt my own sister’s breast through her shirt and bra, thinking just how strange all of this was.
Here I was, with one of my more distant older sisters, and she was kissing me, telling me how I was the embodiment of what she’d been looking for in a man. It was odd, but in another way it was intoxicating. We’d never been close in the past. Generally both she and Becky had their own lives and their own concerns, while I mostly took care of Cate. She and I were the ones who mostly connected with each other. Even my parents were more distant with Melinda and Becky, since they didn’t seem to need my parents as much as Cate and I did. They were always more independent and willful, insisting they could do everything on their own. I guess now Melinda was beginning to appreciate some of what she’d missed by maintaining that attitude.
I slowly worked my hand up under her blouse, which had become dislodged during our wrestling around the bed, and I wrapped my hand around her bra encased breast. So far I hadn’t had much experience with bras. Most of my encounters with my women had all occurred late at night, in my own bed, after everyone had taken off their clothes. In fact they usually were careful to pick up my own clothes and hang them up for me rather than having me fumble with their own, so I was unprepared for how to deal with this most common of limitations.
“In the back,” she whispered, rolling us over slightly so I’d have access to the necessary fastening. While I busied myself trying to work the little hooks, my other hand simply stole under the bra cup to grasp her naked breast. She gasped as I did, but I kept my touch light, just as light as her initial kisses had been. Given all she’d told me about how rude the men in her life had been, I didn’t want to scare her by being overly aggressive, so I made sure to be gentle and caring in all of my moves.
After a bit of a struggle I finally managed to spring her bra free, giving me more freedom of movement. With the cup released, I teased her nipples, something I was more familiar with. As I played with it she started moaning, running her hand down to my ass as she pulled me to her with a greater urgency. But that was about as far as it went. She didn’t go searching in my pants, or grabbing at my cock. Instead she simply reveled in my manipulation of her breast, never releasing me from my kiss except to gasp for breath occasionally.
“I can certainly see what those girls see in you,” she gasped. “I’d thought, given the various comments from the girls, that maybe your attraction had something to do with your size or something, but your touch is electrifying. And, what’s more...” she paused for an extended moan as I started gently twisting her nipples, “what’s more is that you genuinely care for me. I can feel your interest in me by how gentle you’re being. How much you care whether this is good for me, rather than simply seeking your own release. Man, Kitty and Chalise have no idea what they have in store for them.”
I had to kiss her again after this little monologue, because it was starting to get embarrassing. I was simply returning her own feelings, I wasn’t doing any more than the situation warranted. I didn’t understand how she could misinterpret a simple kiss, but I figured it was easy enough to just kiss her. She was soon too busy wrestling with my tongue to talk any more about how I was so much more than I actually was.
We continued rolling around the bed for a while. I progressed to loving her beautiful breasts with my mouth, but she was too busy moaning and calling my name to talk about me anymore. She had lovely breasts, certainly larger than either of her siblings, but they were still quite sensitive as she seemed riveted by my attention to them. We never progressed beyond this stage, which was fine by me, since I didn’t want to push her beyond where we’d already progressed until we had some time to measure how we both actually felt about all of this. This was new ground for us both, so I wanted to give her plenty of time to decide if this was what she actually wanted or not.
Finally we eased up when we heard motion outside. I pulled away, and gently kissed her nose and she started to pull her blouse down once again.
“This was wonderful, Melinda,” I told her gently, “but I want you to think about this a little before we commit ourselves to it any more. You’re too important to me for me to want to mess up our relationship doing anything you may regret later. I don’t want to take advantage of any emotional vulnerabilities you may be feeling. Let’s cool it for now, just enjoying our normal sibling interplay for a bit, and we’ll see how we feel when you come back next weekend. OK?”
We both sat up and started to get ourselves presentable again as she responded. “Alex, that was the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever experienced. That you’d take the time to make sure I was receptive and to move at my own pace means more to me than you can imagine. I don’t think I’ll find you any less sexy an individual in a week’s time, but I’m willing to wait simply because you’re worth it. This is important, and I’m willing to work at something that’s important to me.”
So we got ourselves presentable again and went down to see what everyone had bought. They’d picked up a lot of things for me and, while it was all quite nice, I think they were more interested in it than I was. I finally left them to talk about it while I again went to the kitchen to forage for some food. I guess you all know about growing boys and their constant desire for something to eat.
Nothing much happened for the rest of the afternoon. I told everyone what I’d arranged with Patricia, and about my plans to go to the hospital for Brooke and Rebecca on Tuesday. I suggested that Becky might want to accompany me, although I said that, while Cate’s presence would be appreciated, I felt it might convey the wrong impression if it looked like a couple of teen agers were obsessing about things they didn’t understand. If it was addressed by older individuals, I thought the officials of the hospital might respect our requests more.
Cate acknowledged I made a good point, although I could tell she really wanted to accompany me. This was a central interest for her, but she was willing to bypass it simply to help my own interests. This revealed a bit more maturity than I thought she’d been showing of late, so I felt better about everything.
Of course, the discussion about the various websites led to a mass migration to the nearest computers so everyone could see just what had been revealed. Since I’d largely dealt with the issue I didn’t accompany them, knowing it would only upset me more looking at the actual images again. So I busied myself helping clean up the dishes in the kitchen.
Things generally slowed down after that, as everyone drifted off to their rooms. It was a while later that we heard an argument start up down the hall. The girls and I were gathered together in my bedroom, some of them still looking over the images on my computer, while I was simply reading up on my assignments for tomorrow. It sounded like Cate was getting upset about something, but I didn’t pay it much mind, not making any immediate associations.
Suddenly the door flew open as Cate stormed in, clearly angry.
“Everyone out,” she announced to everyone in the room. “Alex and I have some important issues to discuss,” she proclaimed as she watched all the women quickly flee before her. They all looked to me to see what I wanted, since they still all looked to me for their basic decisions in most things, but I simply nodded to them. Once the room was empty she turned her wrath upon me.
“Damn, Alex, Melinda? What were you thinking? You’re not even that close to her, hell, we practically never even hear from her. I’ll be damned if I stand by while she gets you before I do.”
I instantly saw my error, much too late to have done anything about it. Cate was clearly pissed! It was strange. She watched me go through several women in New Orleans. We both observed multiple women staring at me. She’d even helped to find me someone to date, and she didn’t say anything when everyone was helping with the whole production with my recent dates. But the idea that I made out with her sister and not her, even when she had no desire to, was simply unacceptable to her.
However, I knew there was no sense in trying to apply logic or try to dissuade her from how she felt, so I simply let her vent for a bit. She paced back and forth, telling me about all kinds of minor injustices she’d suffered from Melinda over the years. I was wondering just what she’d done to Melinda when she told Cate what we’d done. I was hoping there wasn’t a body in the other room!
Finally Cate seemed to come to a decision. She stopped, looked at me, and then proceeded to pull her shirt over her head, leaving her nearly naked. Surprisingly, she still wore a bra. She rarely wore bras given how small she was, but her chest was heaving due to her excited shouting. I watched fascinated as her breasts rose and fell with her breathing.
“No one in this family is going to take advantage of you before I do,” she said, somewhat venomously. “We’ve been close all our lives. I was there for you, just like you were there for me, long before anyone noticed what you could do. You mean more to me than my own parents do, and I’m not going to lose that just because my sister is a little jealous slut! Shit, everyone in the family knew I’ve been interested in you for years. Mom and Dad keep mentioning it all the time. Surely she knew how I felt. To just step in and think she had free clearance is unbelievable. She didn’t even mention anything to any of the girls!”
After that little diatribe, she stormed forward, clutched my face between her hands and launched an angry kiss upon me. However, after that she backed off, sitting heavily on my bed.
“Excuse me, I’m going to have to take a few moments to calm down. I’m not about to do anything with you out of anger. I’ve been waiting much too long for this to just fly through it as if it wasn’t a major event in my life. Give me a couple of seconds, OK?” She closed her eyes as she struggled to control her breathing.
Knowing nothing I could say would dissuade her, I instead simply took her in my arms and gently kissed her cheek, progressing to her ears. As I began gently nibbling on her earlobe she took a halting breath, still keeping her eyes closed but enjoying the attention I was lavishing upon her.
“I didn’t mean to get upset with you. I suspect she surprised you as much as she did me. But still, the whole idea just gets me so pissed,” she said, starting to build up another head of steam before she cut herself off, taking a deep breath again.
“You realize you don’t have to do anything tonight, don’t you?” I asked her, making sure I didn’t insult her by pretending she wasn’t serious about what she was about to offer me.
“I know,” she sighed, “and I know you’d be a perfect gentleman about it. You’d be perfectly happy just to hold me and reassure me all night, but this is a major event in my life. I realize I can’t just sit on the sidelines and not get involved in the biggest thing in my life. I’m not just talking about your recent activities, although that seems all that Melinda has noticed. No, I mean you’ve been a major event in my life for my entire life, and I’m not going to just watch you walk out of it without a fight. I want, no, I need you in my life.” She turned to me and addressed me directly.
“This is important to me. I’m offering myself to you. Not just my body, but my whole being. Your girls have been giving me grief about my behavior recently, about how I keep trying to protect you and how I won’t let you live your own life. Well, that changes tonight. Despite what I’ve always believed, and what Mom and Dad have always taught me, I’m going to surrender my life to you. Don’t worry,” she added when she saw I was about to respond. “I’ll still give you my best counsel, but I’m going to let you decide what’s important and what’s not. You seem to be better equipped to decide what’s really essential in life and what isn’t. No, I’ll support you in whatever you decide to do and, as a token, I’m offering myself to you.”
She then proceeded to kiss me. It was neither a hungry, demanding kiss, nor like the one I’d recently shared with Melinda. She kissed me gently, but then proceeded to a French kiss, working our tongues with enjoyment. I took it slow, letting her establish her own speed, even slowing her down a few times just so she’d remember this moment. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to change her mind about this, and felt it wasn’t simply an angry response generated by jealousy. Our sister’s news was a catalyst in itself, pushing her to finally do something that she’d been wanting to do for quite some time.
I got her to accept my slower pace, and I used her acquiescence to shower her with love, really enjoying her body as it was slowly revealed to me. I’d seen her body already, in quite a bit of detail after the shower when I’d dried each of my girls. But there’s a big difference between looking at something beautiful, and taking the time to really appreciate and enjoy it. I ran my hands over her skin, just lightly enough to raise goose bumps across her skin, causing it to heighten her senses as well as providing interesting tactile sensations and a nice visual contrast as I watched her skin respond to me. She shivered with delight as I blew softly across her sensitive flesh. It was lovely to see such responsiveness on her part.
I rolled us both over, so that I was on my back and my hands had free access to work her bra. Luckily it wasn’t carrying a heavy load, so it was easy to extract without much effort. I was going to have to practice on my girls’ bras so I’d be ready by the time I got to Kitty and Chalise.
When I worked her bra free, with her happy assistance, I examined her lovely little breasts, barely little raised bumps on her chest with excited nipples pointing up begging for my attention. I again breathed across her sensitive flesh, watching her areola wrinkle up even more as the sensations hit her. She shivered a little and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into her as I began kissing the skin around her breasts, slowly working my way inward. I’d worked from her ears, down her neck, across her breastbone to appreciate the flesh around her upper chest. It was wonderful to freely play with such a wonderful tapestry as my sister’s exposed flesh.
Leaning in, after I’d worked my mouth fully around her breast, I gently bit her left nipple just hard enough to generate a response in her, and was rewarded with a gasp as she raised her chest towards me. I glanced up and she was looking at me with a sense of reverence. I had to move up to give her another kiss.
“You’re beautiful, Cate. You’re skin is a treasure and your responsiveness to me makes me giddy with enjoyment. I hope you don’t mind me taking it slow, but I think we both deserve it.”
“My body is yours, Alex, not just for tonight but for always. I’m giving myself over to you just like your women have dedicated themselves to you. It’s yours to play with as you desire, and, if I do say so myself, you are playing it masterfully. But I’m ready to surrender myself to you completely. I’m anxious for you to take me and make me fully your woman.”
“Cate,” I told her, taking a break to look deeply into her eyes. “I love you like no one else in my life. I understand what you’re saying, but I’m not going to go any further with you than I am any of the other girls. Although I suspect they might make an exception in your case to their ‘first love’ rule, it still wouldn’t be fair. If I was to do that, you’d never be able to look either Kitty or Chalise in the eyes again, which would make dating them quite difficult. You’d also feel terrible about making me break my word, not only to them, but to the other girls as well. So, while I definitely appreciate the honor of your offer, I’ll have to respectfully decline. We’ll just progress as far as I’ve gone with everyone else.
“You know I love you unbelievably, but the girls have convinced me that this first love thing is a good move. Not only that, but I feel there’s something about both Kitty and Chalise that I need to foster. So far you’ve been pretty accepting of everyone else, is that going to be a problem in the future?” I asked her.
She stopped and considered me seriously for a moment. “Alex, I know you’re an amazing individual, and you’ve been blessed with some amazing abilities and you seem to have some sort of mission to your life. My mission is to assist and aid you in whatever it is you feel compelled to achieve. I fully support you in whatever you do, although I’m not sure I’ll be quite as happy to give you up when your eventual girlfriend finally demands exclusivity, but I’ll go along with that, just like I’ll go along with your other decisions. I know you have a better understanding of these things than most people do. I don’t know if you have a feel for this energy of yours or if you’re just intuitive, but I trust your judgment.
“In short, I’m happy with whatever you chose to give me, Alex. I plan on having a meaningful and successful life, but in the things you have a vested interest in, and an idea where you’re going, I’ll surrender to your better judgment. You’re going to achieve something great, whereas the best I can do would be to achieve a Nobel. That’s important in its own right, but it won’t affect the future of a whole people. That’s where you’re going, Alex. You are in the beginning of starting a whole new race of people. It’s an amazing thing, and I’m proud to be a part of it.”
“Enough with trying to boost my confidence,” I teased her, “Let’s get back to doing some more interesting things.”
I then proceeded to worship her beautiful, tiny breasts. She managed to reach an orgasm just from my teasing her nipples. It was wonderful to watch as she thrashed and trembled from my touch, and it filled me with confidence that I could affect her so much without even doing anything serious with her. I’d wondered how I’d fare with a ‘normal’ girl, after dealing with women who’d come simply because of the energy I gave off. Cate disproved all those concerns. Encouraged with her response, I immediately stripped off her pants and dove between her legs, after taking a side trip up and down her legs with a visit to each of her toes first. She enjoyed the attention to her little piggies, and was more than ready once I finally reached her pussy.
It was just like I remembered it, although more aromatic and prepped than it had been before. I went to work on it, lavishing it with all the love and attention she deserved. She tried to return the favor, shifting into a classic 69, but she was quickly too overcome by her own orgasms to achieve much. I ate her to a couple of additional orgasms, during which she repeatedly called out my name, clutching my face to her wet crotch, before she finally had to push me away. At one point she was crying out, “Fuck me, Alex, fuck me,” over and over. I didn’t want to think what everyone in the house must think we were doing, but I had more important things to think about at the moment.
We had to take a breather before she could return the favor. While she was enthusiastic and had learned a fair amount from the lesson the previous night, she didn’t quite have the technique down yet, but I looked forward to her continuing research on the subject.
Overall it was a wonderful first experience for us, one I was sure we’d both cherish. However, I just had to know something first.
“So, Cate, whatever happened to the, uh, your ‘yuck’ factor?”
“Oh,” she giggled, “It threatened to pop back up occasionally, but instead I just focused on how much I love you and what you mean to me, and each time it diminished on its own. As long as I focused on you, I could forget your relationship to me. I don’t know about you, but I’m still not quite excited by the whole incest taboo, but I can’t help who I love. I know I’ll never be able to find anyone else like you, so I’m glad to make love to my brother, as long as you’re the guy I get when I do.”
Here she stopped for a moment to consider me, “Although, I’m not sure I’ll be quite as forgiving toward my sisters as I will any other women. I think it’ll take me a while to get over Melinda’s betrayal.” With that she launched herself and we playfully kissed for a while until my stomach started growling, signally I was late for my nighttime feeding. She giggled at me, well aware of my appetite, so we finally put some clothes back on and went out to face the world.
While Cate and I were getting familiar with each other, I spoke briefly with Anh, asking about the whereabouts of Melinda. She’d assured me that they were all keeping a watch over her in order to prevent her from breaking into the room to attempt an apology, so I knew the girls had been trying to smooth things over. Still, I wondered what the response would be when we finally emerged. Surely word would have spread. There was bound to be a single upset sister, possibly two. I also didn’t know if the ‘rents had any clue what had been going on. I think we were both nervous when we slowly opened the door.
Surprisingly, there wasn’t anyone waiting in the hallway and there were no open doors signaling anyone listening for any word from us. She looked questioningly at me and I simply shrugged, before we headed downstairs, still in search of a snack. There, gathered together in the kitchen sat everyone sitting around the kitchen table and on a few stools around the breakfast cabinet. As we entered the room the girls all stood up and applauded, cheering happily.
I think we both blushed quite a bit. I could certainly feel my cheeks heating up. Glancing up, I saw Melinda looking beseechingly at me. I simply nodded at her and she quickly ran up to Cate, apologizing profusely and throwing her arms around her. Soon they were both crying into each other’s shoulders. While they were so busily engaged I continued into the kitchen.
My girls all proceeded to hug me, each telling me how glad they were that we’d finally managed to get together. Apparently they’d been anticipating this for quite a while. Becky looked a bit unsure how to take everything. Then there were my parents.
Mom seemed happy, smiling approvingly at Cate’s delighted expression, but Dad was another matter. He didn’t look like a happy camper, at all. He was frowning as he watched the unfolding scene around him, probably dismayed by the acceptance he observed around him.
“Uh, Dad, I guess you know what’s just happened?” I asked him.
“Oh, yeah, Alex, it’s a little hard to miss when your sister is screaming your name, over and over, so loud the entire house could hear. Your mother had to keep me from running into your room and rescuing my little girl.”
“I think you’d have to fight off her attempts to prevent her rescue,” Mom informed him. “She was more than simply a willing participant; she’s been waiting for this for a long time.”
“Still,” he grumbled, “I don’t have to be happy about it. What, you don’t already have enough women to keep you busy? You already have four women here, three more in New Orleans, two potential girlfriends and any number willing to fool around at a moment’s notice.”
“Dad, I didn’t do what we did out of greed or selfishness. As it is, I managed to talk her out of doing anything too serious. I told her she was under the same restrictions as everyone else. Oral only, pending the outcome of my little dating experiment.”
“Great, that makes me feel SO much better,” he growled, looking like he’d like to take me out.
“Personally, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Cate look so happy,” Mom told me, hoping to distract us.
“Thanks, she seemed pretty enthused while we were... uh, discussing things, before,” I added, not making my father any happier. I finally figured I should see about my snack before I get into any deeper trouble.
While I was digging through the fridge, Becky stood beside me. “Alex, I guess this means you’re officially off the fellow sisters’ market, huh?”
I wasn’t sure whether she was joking or not. “Yeah, I think that’s a fair assumption. She doesn’t seem to mind everyone else, but she takes a fellow sister taking dibs before she’s ready to be a serious a betrayal.”
“So...” Becky replied, “As long as she’s already gotten what she was after?”
I sighed heavily and closed the door to address this before it turned into something unfortunate.
“No, Becky, I don’t think ‘trying me out’ is a very good idea. Fooling around with Melinda was clearly a mistake, even though I thought it was fairly innocent at the time.”
“Still, it was a mistake with a positive outcome. It got Cate to finally admit to something she’s been fighting for a long time. She looks very happy with the results and, if I had to judge, it looks like she’s trying to reconcile with Melinda at the moment.”
“Look, Becky, as much as I love you, you’re not in Cate’s league. Besides, I’ve already got my hands filled with a few other interested parties, so I think we’ll have to skip anything. But I’ll tell you what, if everyone else in my life at the moment dies, you’ll be the second person I call.” She simply smiled at my response, which wasn’t quite what I was expecting. She leaned in and kissed me briefly on the lips.
“You’re so fun. You are still so easy to tease, you always take everything so seriously.” With that she patted my cheek and wandered off, putting a little extra shake to her booty as she walked.
About then Ahn and Shani finally pushed me aside as they opened the cabinet and started to take out a few things to fix for me. I happily went and sat down, figuring I’d best just shut up for a while. Sometimes you just can’t win, even after you’ve already won one of the biggest challenges.