Chapter 28: A Few Personal Revelations
Nothing was said on the way out, since both girls knew how much I liked my ‘silently walking out’ statements. Allison, however, was quick to bring me up to date on what they’d been doing earlier.
“Last night Anh and I went out and bought a bunch of balloons and toys for the kids in the hospital. This morning while you were in school, Shani and I gave them out while we watched the results in the children’s auras. We watched their happy reactions and their disappointment at some of the lesser toys. We surprised them by popping balloons and by tossing out little plastic bugs. We’ve managed to learn a lot more about the various emotions we see in people’s auras since children tend to have less conflicting motivations and emotions. I’m proud to say that I think I’ve broken the back of a lot of the aura problem. I think I can more accurately evaluate what I see in them now.”
“That’s great. I know that has been a mission of yours, and it will be a lot of help to everyone. Rebecca and Brooke will especially benefit from it. Now if you could teach me to tell when someone I’m with is faking an orgasm....” I joked.
“Sorry, but there’s no crossover with these abilities. Actually, I’d love to document all of this, but without the ability to paint the appearance of the auras it would be meaningless. No, this will have to be passed on to each Seer on a one-to-one basis. And no, it can never be used as a lie detector. Lies are neither an emotion nor a physical condition. It’s why automated lie detectors are so easy to fool, they just measure nervous responses, which can be easily faked, or could reflect nothing at all. Besides, I don’t think you have anything to worry about in the faking department. I’m pretty sure all your girls are quite satisfied.”
“Yeah, even Gail seems to enjoy your attentions,” Shani offered.
“I was just teasing, but it brings up a good point, that we shouldn’t ever try to read more into these abilities than we can be sure of. But what we have so far has been useful, and I’m sure what you have now is even more helpful yet. You’ve done some excellent work here, Allison.”
She positively beamed at my praise, and it made me wonder if maybe I hadn’t been complimenting my girls enough. They’d all been working on a variety of things for me lately, and I had to remember to keep encouraging them. I’d been learning about management on the fly so far, and it’s not a very good way to learn. I’d really have to try to find someone to explain a few things to me about keeping everyone happy with what they were doing for me. Maybe Ryan could help me with that.
On a related note, there was still a lot yet to be done. One thing we hadn’t addressed yet was space. With the recent addition of Jennifer we were facing a significant space crunch.
“Shani, I was thinking about the different things we have to accomplish. We’ve grown a little too big for our house. I know you’ve been looking for apartments, and while I know that’s just for show, what’s the prognosis on that front?”
“Actually, there’s a nice one we plan on taking possession of soon. We’ll just move enough into it to make it look ‘lived in’, although we may use it for other things. Plus we might just use it for overflow, since, as you say, your house is getting a bit crowded lately.”
“What about some alternatives?” Allison asked, perking up with interest in the topic. “With all of us pitching in, it wouldn’t take much to rent out a nice studio or loft space in Carbondale. That would give us our own space with plenty to spare, and it would be nearby the hospital.”
“Yeah, but it’s a long way from home. I’m not sure Mom and Dad would appreciate seeing the last of their children bolting for the hills. Plus I’ve still got another month or so of school. Carbondale is a little far from Eldorado,” I countered.
“But not as far as Shawneetown is from Carbondale,” Shani reminded me. “It could reduce your travel times to Carbondale. Plus it would take a while to arrange anything, so it makes sense to get started now. I could set up a corporation, just so your name isn’t associated with it. We could all contribute to it and it could cover things related to your actions, including everything from car rentals to newsletters for the watchers in New Orleans. We could call it the ‘Angel Corporation’.”
“Ha, I’ll bet you anything that name was taken a long time ago. Especially since it would have to be a national company. But it’s basically a good idea. Since you know about accounting and planning, could you get that started for me? I don’t know where we’ll eventually want to settle, but Carbondale would be close to both the hospital as well as SIU for Allison, Cate, Becky and Melinda. It would also provide Chalise and Caroline a place to live as well, assuming they don’t find somewhere before then. I’d say go for it.”
This seemed to please Shani no end, as she quickly fished out a spare notepad from somewhere and started to make several hurried notes.
Of course everyone was excited about what had happened once I got home, so I sat down at the dinner table and explained what had transpired at the hospital. They were all concerned to learn that Dr. Parker had so quickly found me out, my father recommending that maybe I should stop taking so many chances. So the conversation quickly degenerated into what was and wasn’t safe for me to do, until I finally put an end to it. So far my approach, as unusual as it was, seemed to be working for me. I don’t know if Anh’s theory about my gut being a better judge of things than my conscious mind was right, or whether I just managed to skim by on luck, but so far nothing had quite exploded in my face yet. Yes, I needed to be cautious, but I needed to continue to make the call on an ongoing individual basis.
Of course Cate had to call Becky to discuss the new results of my recent MRI. She didn’t bother me about it that much, apparently she wanted to check everything out with our sister first. I figured that was all right, as I couldn’t figure out what I seemed to be doing during my activations anyway.
Afterwards all my girls understood Cate’s point of my allowing my poor abused dick a little rest, as it was getting a bit raw after all the use it had seen in the last week. I ended up sleeping with Anh, Shani, and of course Cate, even though we managed to keep our hands off of each other. It was nice to relax and simply sleep for a change. Having Cate’s arms around me while I did so certainly didn’t hurt.
I was still anxious about potential fallout over Monday’s events the next day. However, both Kitty and Chalise were much more concerned about the surgery from the previous day, so we spent all our time talking about that and how they interpreted the various events. But in the end there really weren’t any new insights. Basically, Dr. Parker was apparently holding his opinion based on my results and, for now, had promised to remain silent. Any other speculation was spurious.
Cate then described to them about the new information about my scans. They were impressed with the new information but also had no way of processing the information, but there was no end to the speculations about it.
There were numerous looks as we made our way into the school. I had apparently shaken things up quite a bit with Detective McCallister’s appearance at the school. The students seemed pretty divided over me, but the tide seemed to be moving in my direction, at least, thanks in no small part to Ryan’s outreach program. It seems Michelle’s threat that the principal needed to address schoolyard bullying had also had an effect amongst the other more unpopular students. A fact that was brought home several times during the day when various students came up to thank me for what I’d done. However I didn’t think the various bullies were likely to feel the same way.
At lunch everyone wanted to hear the rundowns from each of Monday’s participant. They all knew from our discussions Monday and in my absence yesterday, as well as my own history, that I’d never tell them much of interest, so they focused on the girls’ opinions. The girls, both the girlfriends and those who had come to my assistance, mainly kept it along the party lines, refusing to gossip or speculate about anything they either didn’t know or didn’t have permission to discuss. I appreciated that effort. Of course I didn’t know what they’d say in private. I knew Kitty and Chalise would never say anything, but I hadn’t known the rest long enough yet, and I’d only known Nancy for a little more than a single day. We also had a fair number of people stopping by the table, either to offer their support or to ask what had happened. There were a few mumbled comments that we were meant to overhear, but I simply choose to ignore those people completely, whatever they might wish to say.
When Kitty mentioned that I’d promised to take them both to the Prom, several of the girls asked if I’d dance with them during the event. I promised I’d dance with anyone Kitty and Chalise allowed me to, as long as they didn’t insist on dancing every dance with me. I then suggested that maybe Alex Flores might be willing to help out by keeping at least one of the two girlfriends busy, but that I’d have to find some more guy friends in order to free me from both girlfriends’ clutches long enough for free dances. Everyone laughed and took it all in good humor, and I figured that gave us enough latitude that we could decide on whatever we wanted to do.
While we were sitting there Julia finally showed up at the table, apparently to formally apologize to Kitty, I assumed. I didn’t think I needed to be there for that, and I sure didn’t want it to look like I’d arranged it, so I slid over next to the other Alex for a bit and figured I’d try to embarrass myself if I could.
“Hey, Alex, can I ask you a potentially offensive question?”
“Sure, I won’t promise to answer, but you can always ask it.”
“Sounds fair, what I wanted to ask is: what’s it like to suck on a guy’s penis? I don’t mean any offense; I’m just curious what it’d be like.” He just looked at me for a few seconds then laughed.
“Sure, I’ll answer that one; it’s much better than the one I thought you were going to ask me. But in answer, why don’t you just ask anyone at the lunch table? I’m willing to bet that all of them have just as much personal experience in it as I do. Why not ask your girlfriends?”
“Good point, but I just thought I’d like to hear it from a guy’s perspective. Isn’t it strange?” He thought for a moment about how to answer.
“I guess it’s a lot like playing with breasts, they’re basically just fun to play with. They’re designed for manual access, they’re just big enough for a handful or two, and they generate a lot of appreciation and fun expressions when you do it right. They’re like toys, you just can’t put them down. But seriously, are you really going to tell me you’ve never tried to suck your own cock?” He got his answer when I laughed and blushed at the same time. He just smiled at me and nodded his head.
“So, what question did you think I was going to ask?” I inquired.
“The anal question; it’s usually the central question everyone wants to know. What most people can’t seem to accept is that not all gays engage in anal sex. It’s like assuming all lesbians fuck each other with strap-ons, or engage in fisting. It’s unique for each person. Some people like ass play, while others simply don’t. I don’t seem to have much sensitivity down there, so I just don’t get excited when someone tries to play around with my ass. That’s not to say the right guy couldn’t convince me to try it someday, and from what I’ve heard, the stimulation to the prostate would be likely to both maintain an erection and help you get off, even if you don’t enjoy it, but it’s not something that I want to do. The last statistics I read said that 40% of gays don’t engage in anal sex, and that includes guys like me who could be talked into it. It’d be even higher if you just counted guys who didn’t like it.”
“Hmm, that’s a lot of information for a question I never asked, but thanks for offering it. It’s always fun to have some trivia handy to pull out in a discussion. Personally I think I’m like you in regard to anal play. Someone tried playing with my ass and it clinched up tight right away, and wouldn’t relax until they left the vicinity.”
“Yeah, it’s always like that. To be honest, you’ve got to give them a chance and see if you feel differently in different circumstances, or just try it yourself. Play around in the shower. If you were going to jail for any extended period of time, I’d advise you to practice relaxing the muscles back there just so you won’t be completely unprepared. Although it also helps for prostrate exams as well.
“This type of question is also typical of lesbians; they frequently get asked what they do with each other. Probably not as much anymore now that there are videos all over facebook of girls kissing each other and doing everything imaginable, but it’s been a sore point for them for years. Again, some go to extremes with fisting and such, a few more use strap-ons, almost anyone who’s ever tried straight sex won’t object to a dildo, and quite a few only do oral with each other. There’s no single answer. It’s kind of like asking if someone is gay. According to a lot of theories, most people are a little gay. The proper question is just how gay are you? Are you a homophobe who doesn’t want to look at another guy, are you dedicated to sucking cock, or do you simply fit somewhere in between?”
“Hey, thanks for the honest answers. It’s nice getting a thoughtful answer, and I probably wouldn’t have gotten such a good response from anywhere else. Clearly you’ve given this some thought.”
“Yeah, you think about things that everyone assumes you do, when you actually don’t. From what I hear it’s similar to you, always being asked who you’re associating with. You’re likely to have thought of a good response simply because you have to continually think about it.” I decided then that I really like this Alex; he was a decent guy and I hoped we could become good friends in the future.
As I turned away from this discussion it appeared it hadn’t been that private, as a couple of the nearby girls all started to ask Alex about the topic, perhaps looking for a little more insight into it themselves. Oh well, a little more education never hurt anyone.
Oh, yeah, it turned out that Julia had apologized to Kitty, and now they were friendly again, although I doubted that Kitty would ever trust her with anything in the near future.
During the day I also had several faculty ask me either what had happened, or what I’d told the police. My response was the same tired old line, which I doubted anyone paid much attention to. People would believe whatever they wanted to believe regardless of what I might say. However, since I wouldn’t get into an involved discussion concerning the events, it was equally as difficult to figure out their own position on the issues. It’s hard to get someone to discuss rumors when you refuse to do so yourself.
Those that were openly hostile, like Mike and my other so-called friends, mostly kept their distance and most of their comments to themselves. Overall I didn’t have any particular trouble that day so I figured that I was no worse off than I had been before, except I still didn’t know what Tony’s issue was. So I finally concluded that the day was a success.
The only oddity in the day occurred when I was cutting across a section of the school rarely used, near the trash dumpsters, when I heard scuffling and a cry. When I investigated, I discovered Tony facing off with his Jiu Jitsu against three bigger aggressors, while a young skinny kid lay helpless on the ground.
As I cautiously approached, the three guys rushed him. Tony managed to fend two off successfully, but the remaining one caught him unprepared and sent him flying backwards against the ground with a whump. Before they could advance on him I made my presence known.
“Three against one? That’s mighty brave of you. Couldn’t you find a few more bullies to pick on one of the smallest kids in the school?” I asked them. They all regarded me carefully, apparently deciding whether I presented a problem for them as I came up beside Tony.
“I don’t need any help,” Tony hissed as he hurried to his feet, using the delay my appearance caused.
“I’m not here to help you,” I informed him, hoping to save him some additional embarrassment. Still, I was heartened that Tony, who had acted like a bully to me, would stand up against others who were bullying someone else. That at least told me his problem with me was personal, and not a basic flaw in his personality.
“Ha, that stupid cop or the principal’s new crackdown isn’t going to save you now, shithead,” the biggest, one Tyler Cox, shouted at me as he pulled a knife out of his back pocket. I knew we might have a problem then. Luckily Tony didn’t let his disagreement with me let him abandon me to my own fate, as he stood beside me against the three of them. The kid on the ground, who I still didn’t know, remained where he was, although he scrambled up against a nearby wall.
The three started to move in against us, when they suddenly pulled back unexpectedly, and looked doubtfully over our shoulders. Not wanting to give them a chance to catch us unaware, I refused to take their bait. But I motioned Tony to the side to give them a way out if they wanted one.
“I was wondering where you’d run off to,” I heard Darrell calling to me from behind me as he approached. Somehow our adversaries didn’t think too much of facing off against a semi-trained fighter and someone of Darrell’s size, so they quickly backpedaled and fled before anything else could go wrong with their plans.
“Hey, thanks a lot,” I told Darrell.
“Yeah, like I needed either of your help?” Tony snarled as he too turned and went off in the other direction, leaving the victim he’d come to assist all alone in the dirty alley with us.
“Yeah, both Kitty and Chalise mentioned why they were defending you before, so when I noticed you disappear back here I figured it would make sense to make sure you weren’t getting into any trouble,” my former nemesis told me. I thanked Darrell again then turned to consider the victim.
Approaching the kid I quickly evaluated him. He was a skinny young guy, he must have been a freshman, which would explain why I didn’t know him. He was light skinned with long blond bangs that hid much of his face. He certainly wouldn’t intimidate anyone. As I walked up he began shuffling back.
“Relax, we’re here to help,” I told him, offering him my hand to help him stand. Once he grabbed it I pulled him all the way up and into my arms, just to be sure he’d be OK. When I did he got a little twisted around, owing to his own unsteadiness. As a result my hand drew across his chest. I looked at him oddly.
“Darrell, I think we’re OK. I think this young man might like some privacy,” I suggested over my shoulder, still regarding the young man.
“Sure thing. Glad I could help. Yell if you need any further help,” Darrell replied as he stepped aside.
“And thanks, my ass would have been history if it wasn’t for you, I owe you one,” I told his retreating form.
“You would’a been fine, and I think I still own you,” he called back as he walked away.
“Now, do you want to tell me something?” I asked turning back to the young man.
“What do you mean? I got beat up. I always get beat up,” he told me, looking decidedly defensive.
“What about what you’re wearing under your shirt?” I asked him, keeping my voice low even though we were both alone.
He glanced down and brought his hands up to hide his chest, looking at me with a look of panic in his eyes. In the scuffle, his shirt had opened and his undershirt was skewed, revealing some ace bandages underneath.
“Look, I’m not going to say anything. If you know anything at all about me, you’ll know that I’m the last person to gossip about something concerning anyone,” I told him. “But if this was a sex crime or a discrimination case, we should call the police in.” The last statement really sent him into a panic.
“No, no, please, no police. That would spoil everything. I don’t mind getting harassed or even beat up. They don’t suspect anything, they just don’t like me because I’m so small.”
I merely looked at him a moment, then sat down against the wall and patted the ground beside me. “How about we talk about it for a minute, just to be sure.”
He sighed heavily, but then took the offered seat, making exaggerated motions and crossing his legs in a “T” formation like most guys do, trying to make himself look tougher. I noticed then that his shirt was torn and scuffed and he had a few abrasions on his face and arms.
“So, what’s really going on?” I asked him simply.
He signed again, then seemed to come to a decision.
“My name is Brian, Brian Simmons. I started here in the fall. Before I started here my name was...” here he hesitated before continuing. “It was Beverly Adams. I’m a transsexual. I haven’t been able to begin hormone therapy because my dad would never sign the papers. I'm too young to do it on my own, so I'd need both my parents' signatures. Even though he’s mostly been distant, he blew up when he found that my mother had enrolled me under my assumed name. He stormed out of the house and has never looked back. So far I’ve been able to keep it a secret, so no one else suspects anything. We moved just so no one here would know me from my previous life. My mother used to live near here when she was younger.”
He took another big sigh. “What you apparently felt are the bandages I use to wrap my chest before school every day. I just recently began developing and I don’t want it to give me away. If I’d been able to begin hormone therapy, I may have been able to avoid growing breasts altogether. It will likely require surgery to remove them now. I’ve been working out a lot and dieting heavily as an alternative to try to prevent their development.”
“Look, you don’t have to tell me anything that you’re uncomfortable with,” I assured him, thinking I’d have to look into his frequently harassment later. “I just want to know whether we need to get the police involved. As you may have heard, I have a slight in with someone in the local police force. I’m sure she would keep this quiet if that’s necessary. Do the school authorities know?”
“Yeah, the principal and the nurse do, but no one else. I got out of gym by claiming a case of severe asthma, which my doctor backed up with a note for me. But I mostly just want to keep out of the limelight. I don’t want to attract any attention to myself. I just want a chance to adjust to being a guy so I’ll be ready when we can afford the treatments.
“But, to answer your previous question, you’re actually the only kid my age that I’ve told. While it feels like a big risk to be telling you all of this, it’s also a big load off of my mind, knowing that I can actually tell someone who I really am. As long as you don’t respond badly, I don’t mind telling you as much as you’re ready to hear.”
“How much of a role does your father play in this?” I asked, having difficulty understanding a father that couldn’t support his own child.
“Oh, once he figured out I wouldn’t pretend to be a girl anymore, he pretty much just gave up on us. Once he figured I was going to be a guy publicly, he took off completely. But my mom hasn’t finished divorcing him yet, so I still need his OK for any elective surgery until I turn 18,” he explained.
“Man, that’s tough. Look, I won’t push you to press charges, but I’m going to talk to the principal about providing better protection. It’s unforgivable that you should have to put up with this on a daily basis. And I want you to come by my table. We have a whole table of very accepting people who I’ve been trying to train to be nonjudgmental and non-gossiping. I’m not sure just how successful I’ve been, but I’d like to see them try their best. You may get along a little better with us than with any of the other groups around school.”
“Thanks. I’ll have to think about that. Hanging around your table might just generate more anger at me than normal, you’re still a pretty provocative figure. But I appreciate the thought.”
“Well, we’ve been here way too long and we’ve late for our classes. It was nice to meet you and I hope we can be friends in the future,” I said, helping us both to stand up.
“By the way, my name is Ale...”
“Don’t worry about it,” he assured me. “Everyone knows who you are!” We both laughed as we headed back into the building.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Kitty and Chalise both had to get home, Kitty because her father was watching her now that he knew she had a serious suitor, and Chalise because both she and her mother had agreed to meet her father to talk things out in person. So Cate and I simply went home.
We drove without saying much, but when we arrived home Shani and Anh immediately grabbed Cate and dragged her upstairs to get dressed. She had no idea what was going on. I walked upstairs and let Allison and Natalie dress me in all my finest, once again warned not to sit down too much. Soon I had Cate in Allison’s car as we drove off into the distance. She still had no clue what was going on, but by now she had a pretty good idea. After all, my sister is nobody’s fool.
She tried to get me to tell her where we were going but I wouldn’t tell her anything about it.
“Are you taking me to l'Oignon Pleurer , just like you did with Kitty and Chalise?” Cate asked.
“No, Cate,” I told her. “What would it look like if I took you out for a romantic date in a restaurant where they know both us and our parents? It probably wouldn’t be a problem, since no one would know what we were planning, but we’d both be so nervous you’d never be able to relax and enjoy the experience. I’ll take you there some other time. For now I want romance, and I’ll take it wherever I can find it. l'Oignon Pleurer isn’t it, though.”
“Oh, good, I finally get a little romancing. Do I get the traditional corsage, too? Oh, wait, it’s too late, we’ve already left the house,” she lamented.
Smiling to myself, I reached under the seat and pulled up a nice blue flowered corsage, perfectly selected to match her dress, and handed it to her, admittedly with a little bit of a smirk.
She broke out into an instant grin and leaned over to kiss me on my cheek, and proceeded to fasten it to her own dress.
“Uh uh,” I warned her. “I’m supposed to be the one to do that. Otherwise there’s absolutely no reason for me to be here. You’ll have to wait until we arrive, then I’ll fasten it on you. Until then you’ll just have to hold it in your lap and appreciate how beautiful it will look on you.”
Her smile grew bigger and brighter and she grasped my hand, giving it a big squeeze. “You realize you didn’t need to do any of this, don’t you?” she asked.
“Oh, no, I absolutely need to, because you’re a beautiful woman and you deserve it, and there’s no reason why you should miss out on moments like this just because you fell in love with your brother. But also because if I didn’t, my girls would skin me alive,” I explained, smiling at her. We both laughed, knowing just how true and how much of an exaggeration it was.
“What’s more, expect to dance with me at the Prom as well, as I’m planning on dancing and romancing you at our Prom as well as Kitty and Chalise. Unfortunately you may have to share me with a bunch of other women as well, but I’m not sure we can avoid that at this point.”
“I’m waiting with bated breath. Along with a few other bated breathers, too,” she laughed along with me.
We continued to talk and tease as I drove all the way to Carbondale, so we had plenty of time to talk. But we avoided all the usual topics. There was no mention of strange abilities, or other women, of watchers or seers or girlfriends or troubles at school. No talk of miracles, spirits or medical treatments. Instead we spoke about our lives and what we wanted and what we enjoyed. We kept it light, but we both spoke seriously, both about what we discussed and about our feelings about each other.
“Oh, just so you’re aware, Julia stopped by and apologized to Kitty yesterday. We were all a bit surprised, but she seemed to be really sorry. If I didn’t know any better,” Cate said, teasing, “I’d suspect she’s got a bit of the Alex bug herself. You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that, would you? I know how you like to orchestrate things.”
“Me? Heavens no, all I need is someone else chasing after me. I try to dissuade them all I can as it is. I’m not about to actively encourage it.” Cate swatted me playfully at my teasing retort but didn’t pursue the matter, so I figured I was off the hook. For the moment, at least.
When we arrived in Carbondale, Cate was all business, anxious to see where we were going. I drove us downtown to a little out of the way place I’d seen. I’d asked Allison to check it out for me and she’d told me some good things about it. I pulled into a quiet little sushi restaurant called “The Lotus Garden”. Cate looked at me a little questioningly.
“I’ve never eaten sushi before,” she told me. “How do you even know I’ll like it?”
“I figure we’ll have fun trying. If you don’t like it, we’ll laugh about it as I take you to the local burger joint. But I expect us to enjoy ourselves, and I’ll appreciate getting to know you all over again away from everything that reminds us of our previous lives and obligations. The whole idea was to get you away from your previous expectations and surroundings. I want to meet a new girl tonight. I’m not interested in my little sister, I’m interested in this beautiful woman sitting beside me who’s won my heart,” I said, as I leaned over and kissed her. She returned it enthusiastically, but I had to break it off soon.
“Let’s get that corsage on you,” I offered. “I hear it’s supposed to set off your eyes, and I’m anxious to stare into those beautiful eyes during dinner.” With that I opened the door and got out. When she started to open her own I stopped her, telling her “tut, tut, tut”. I then proceeded to circle around and made a production of opening her door for her, bowing as I did so. She graciously exited, looking very much like a regal princess. I took the corsage from her and carefully pinned it to her dress. I’d gotten a little better about doing so over the past couple of weeks.
After that I extended my elbow, and after she hooked her arm around it I proceeded to lead us inside. The restaurant was an old fashioned sushi restaurant featuring oak walls, paper doors and seating on the floor. The maître d’ was Japanese and spoke with quite an accent. When I told him my name and informed him we had reservations, he escorted us to the back of the restaurant to a tiny intimate room and waited while we removed our shoes and helped us get seated on the floor. A young girl, clearly the owners’ child, came in and proceeded to light a string of candles, both on the table and around the room. Quiet Japanese string music played in the background. A couple of flowers sat in a vase on the little table between us. I had no idea what they were, but I guessed they were from a native mountain cherry tree, which I’d read were popular in Japan. The whole scene was beautiful.
Once they disappeared, I leaned forward and kissed my sister’s hand and told her how much I loved her.
“I’m sorry you had to wait while I courted Kitty and Chalise,” I began.
“No, no, I under...” she protested.
“No, I don’t want to hear it,” I told her. “As I was saying, I’m sorry you had to wait in the background, but as you guessed, it was important to me. It was something that I needed to do, and quite frankly I think I love them both. But the love I feel for them doesn’t diminish the love that I feel for you. They can never share what the two of us share. You know as well as I do the limitations we’ll face in our life together, but I don’t want you to ever think that I don’t cherish what you give me, or that I love you any less.”
“Oh, Alex,” she sighed, but was interrupted when the Japanese waitress, who’d apparently been waiting, entered and asked us if we wanted anything to drink.
I spoke to her in Japanese that I knew was weak but that I hoped would be understood. I’d worked it out carefully with Ai beforehand, so I was careful to pronounce it correctly. I knew it was far from perfect, but her gracious smile told me that she appreciated the effort that I’d made.
“I’m afraid that’s about all the Japanese I know,” I told her, blushing slightly. “I’ve been carefully instructed on what to order, but I’ll hold that until you get back. That will give me a chance to romance this beautiful woman a little more.”
I must have said the right thing, because she giggled the entire way out of our little room.
“What was it you ordered?” Cate asked.
“Just the house tea, I just told her I didn’t want to be distracted from admiring your beauty,” I told her.
“Oh, you, I can’t believe you went to all that effort just to say that,” she said, waving me off, but I could tell from her expression she didn’t really mean it. Her eyes positively beamed as she watched me. Looking into her eyes I appreciated what I’d been missing with my girls. I like looking into people’s eyes. My girls might not need the eye contact to see into a person’s souls, but I still saw them as the windows into a person. What I saw now was a wonderful woman who really wanted to get to know me better, and that was a beautiful thing in itself.
I also noticed that, in just the past several weeks, my sister had changed just as everything else in my life had. She no longer had the chubbiness to her cheeks that I’d always associated with her looks. Now she looked more mature and even more beautiful than my besotted brain kept telling me she should. But, as always, it came back to those eyes. Those eyes that drew you in and held you captive.
Our waitress, Chie Yoshida, came in bearing a pot of hot tea and a couple of cups. Ai had described some of the simpler customs of minor tea ceremonies. I knew I couldn’t do anything officially, but I tried to do something in keeping with the setting. I poured for both of us, serving Cate first, as the official guest, before serving myself. I then lifted my glass, making my motions formal, to wordlessly show her that this was ceremonial, and gently blew on the hot tea, then made a quick bowing motion to her and sipped it, sighing slightly after I did so. She followed my lead perfectly.
Chie again giggled slightly and began retreating quickly to leave us to our privacy, but I stopped her, telling her I was ready to order. When she was ready I ordered the Sushi deluxe, a pretty standard order that included the various things we should both be exposed to for our first foray into Japanese raw fish cuisine, but I went ahead and ordered a few other things I had been instructed to. Things like Salmon Roe with a quail egg, and a few other more esoteric items. Chie simply jotted them all down without comment. When I finished she nodded with quick “hai” response, telling me she got the order, so I simply nodded back and let her get busy.
“Well, someone seems to have done their homework for this date. Do you have any idea what you’ve just ordered?” Cate asked me.
“Not really. Ai gave me a general idea, but I wouldn’t recognize it if I passed it on the street, so I’m essentially shooting in the dark here. But I wanted to make sure I made a good impression, so I wanted to be sure I knew how to behave properly.”
“Well, at least you didn’t ask Tony for any recommendations on what you should eat,” she said with a quick smile. “Yet you didn’t think it was necessary to tell me where we were going, so I could prepare as well?” she asked pointedly.
“Quiet, woman, females don’t question males in fancy Japanese restaurants,” I bluffed. She recognized it for what it was, though, so we both laughed.
We continued to chat about various things, trying to deepen our understanding of someone we’d known all our lives, but were now trying to see in a whole different light. I also discovered a few things. She, like me, had lost several of her older friends in exchange for a whole new set. It seems that Vicky was no longer very close to her, and Kitty and Chalise were her new best friends. I kind of regretted that, since it meant she was being drawn even deeper into my sphere of influence. That would mean she’d have less interests of her own, as an escape from me, if you will, that I thought might be necessary for us both.
I also learned that she’d been traveling to SIU during school, occasionally, making plans to attend courses that would allow her to rush her own graduation. While she wouldn’t be able to attend summer school due to our planned travels together, she planned on doing some independent studies as well as taking several AP tests, which would allow her to get credit for courses she wouldn’t need to take. Cate planned on moving her college education ahead in her efforts to assist me, and it looked like we’d actually be graduating together. That was why she’d been disappearing in the mornings and why she’d been missing lunches. She’d been taking a bus to SIU to take the necessary tests.
“Don’t you think that will interfere with your general educational experience? You know, the whole social scene and such?” I asked. She just looked at me like I’d once again lost my mind.
“Alex, I don’t need the normal college experience. I’m not looking for a reason to postpone growing up, I’m not looking for ideas of what to do with my life. I already know who I’ll love for the rest of my life, I know what I’m going to study, and I know what I’m going to dedicate my life to doing. The university will still teach me things I need, but only in things that apply to helping you. Those are the only things that matter to me at this point. If quitting college right now would help you in your mission, then I’d do it in a heartbeat,” she professed.
I just shook my head. As much as I hated to see her bypassing anything on account of me, she did have several good points. She was dedicated and knew what she wanted. She had before all this new stuff about my life had started. Now she was doubly dedicated. Asking her to give that up for a few years of drunken sorority parties seemed pretty silly. Still, I needed to encourage her to reach out and embrace things that had nothing to do with me. I’d have to consider it, I told myself, maybe I could assign her a task concerning something unrelated to me. Kind of an oxymoronic concept, huh?
The waitress returned then, bearing a large tray holding a wide variety of raw fish pieces atop small blocks of rice. I glanced at Cate doubtfully, but she was looking at me for guidance, so I did the only thing I could. I picked up my chopsticks, poured some sake into my little dish and began preparing my wasabi.
“The secret to eating sushi is that it’s all about the yin and yang. You have to balance the hot wasabi with slices of ginger, which counteract it. You want to achieve a delicate balance between too hot and not enough flavor,” I instructed her as I demonstrated how to mix the wasabi/soy sauce concoction together, something I’d never done before.
“Now, let’s see if I actually have any idea of what I’m doing,” I said, bravely reaching in, ignoring the chopsticks which I still didn’t know how to use, and picking up a tuna roll with my fingers. I picked out a slice of ginger and draped it over it, dipped it briefly in the wasabi mix and quickly popped it in my mouth.
I’d been expecting the worst, not having any idea what it would actually taste like, or even if I could convincingly fake the whole process, but it was actually quite good. I could even taste the slight bite of the wasabi as it was countered by the ginger, so I must have done something right. Cate took in my relieved expression and carefully tried her own, stabbing with her chopstick instead of using her fingers.
“That’s another thing,” I told her. “There’s actually a big difference between the Chinese and the Japanese chopsticks. The Chinese are blunt and are meant for lifting, whereas the Japanese are pointed and are meant for stabbing. For those that frequent sushi restaurants, many actually carry their own personal chopsticks.”
“In their pockets?” she asked, unbelievingly, as if imagining carrying a toothbrush in your pocket.
“Uh, I guess so, although they may make cases for them. On that I’m about as uninformed as you are,” I confessed.
“I suspect your knowledge hasn’t been tempered with much experience, but still, I appreciate the effort. It seems to be working out on your behalf,” she told me.
We proceeded to make quick work of the meal, trying each and every different variation presented, and found each a delicious treat. I think we were both hooked at that point. I knew I’d have to introduce this treat to all of my girls, as well as having to thank Ai for her assistance in preparing for the evening.
We spent quite a while there, partaking of orange slices, fortune cookies (which I suspected were Chinese, as well), and enjoying some specialty ice cream, green tea for me and red bean for her. We both decided we liked the green tea better, which was surprising, because you wouldn’t think such a bland tea would make such a good ice cream.
However, we quickly finished up, wrapping up our many discussions as well. It had been a great experience. I made sure to tip Chie nicely, and I told her I’d recommend it, and her, to all of my friends. I don’t think she expected that to amount to much, but she had no idea of the number of friends I had.
Escorting Cate out of the restaurant, having regained our shoes, I was feeling pretty good about the evening so far.
“So, what now, mon cher? Home to sleep off all of this good food?” she teased.
“Actually, we haven’t finished the evening yet. I’m not about to abandon this new creature I’ve just discovered just yet,” I told her, pulling her to me and giving her a gentle kiss while holding her in the parking lot. She moaned slightly into my mouth.
“I hate to see the evening end,” she admitted. “This is our very first date, and while I’m looking forward to what’s likely to occur when we return home, I hate to have to stop.”
“Then your wish is my command,” I told her, waving grandly as I moved her towards the car, again extravagantly opening the door for her. I was once more afforded a wonderful view as she snuggled down into the low sitting car seat. She smiled up at me when she saw where I was staring, but made no comment about it.
Moving around, I quickly started up the car with a low growl of the powerful engine. Man, Allison knew how to pick out sexy cars, I had to give her that. As I pulled out of the parking lot, Cate slid over near me and laid her hand on my leg. We sat there peacefully saying nothing as I pulled onto the road, but Cate look confused when I drove past the turnoff onto the highway.
“Where are we...?” she began to ask.
“Shh, you’re not supposed to ask questions,” I gently told her as I continued driving.
She anxiously stared out the windshield now, trying to figure out where we were headed.
I pulled into a non-descript little community and parked before a quiet little house and leaned back and sighed. Cate was still watching me, waiting to see what would happen.
“I just love the still night air,” I told her. “I wanted to get away from all the lights, and just walk like two young lovers amongst a quiet community where no one knows us,” I told her before getting out of the car to help her from it as well.
She gladly took my arm as we casually strolled the quiet street. I pointed out various star formations I’d researched especially for this occasion. She was so busy studying the constellations I pointed out, that she missed where we were walking until we reached the little porch. Looking surprised at where we were, she turned and asked, “Alex, where the hell are we?”
“We, my dear, are far from home and all the associations found there. I want our first time to be in a place that, while not quite our own, is at least our private little refuge,” I told her, before surprising her by picking her up after I’d opened the door. I proceeded to carry her across the doorstep just like we were newly married.
“Whose house is this?” she asked with a squeal. “Do we even know these people?”
“Never fear, ma chérie,” I replied, turning her own French phrase back on her, “the owners were more than happy to allow us the use of this abode for the night.” I carried her, both carefully and quickly, since I’m hardly a big man, through the darkened house to the nearby bedroom. Before I put her down I turned on the light so she could see the room. It was set on a dimmer so it gave off a low light that just revealed enough for us to see what we were doing.
The bed was laid out and folded down with a couple of nice robes nearby in our exact sizes.
“Alex, what...?” she again started to ask before I shushed her with a kiss as I lay her on the bed.
“The time for general discussion is past. I don’t want to hear anything else besides squeals of delight, cries of “Alex, Alex”, “Oh God”, and “where do you plan to put that thing?” I told her.
I then proceeded to undress her while I kissed and showered her with my love. I continually rained little kisses along her neck, collarbone and ear as I divested her of her blouse, then I unzipped and pulled down her dress, only to stop and sigh as I cleared her pelvis. She couldn’t help but giggle, but I had to remind her it didn’t constitute any of the allowable utterances.
Once I got rid of the items of clothing, I quickly dispersed with my own and joined her in the bed. As usual, Cate hadn’t worn a bra, since she rarely needed them and they are annoying for such little use. She accepted me into her arms, and we kissed and rolled around the ample yet comfortable bed. We continued to shower each other with our love and kisses until I began to feast on her tiny little buttercup breasts. She sighed deeply, as her breasts were sensitive, if small. I worked on them for several long moments until I finally shifted lower and slowly peeled her bikini panties off, once more enjoying the sights and smells it afforded me.
The slim panties were sexy as hell on her, matching her outfit perfectly, but I was hardly surprised, having helped select them the day before.
She allowed me to settle in and make myself at home. I proceeded to eat her to a slow orgasm, but she stopped me after the first and drew me up again.
“As much as I love that, I’ve heard everyone else advise me that a full body experience is much better. I doubt it will be the same, since I don’t have the abilities your girls do, but it still sounds nice. I think I need my fix of my Alex right about now,” she breathed into my ear as she nibbled at my earlobe. “Please make love to me, Alex. Be the great conqueror you were named for. Conquer this last barrier that lies between us.” OK, I’ll admit it, it was a little hokey, but it seemed appropriate at the time.
I leaned back and grasped my ready cock, ever ready and raring to go, and ran it along her waiting slit. She impatiently grabbed it herself and finished the task of getting it properly lubricated.
“Do you want to be on top?” I asked.
“No, I figure I’ll get to try out all the positions soon enough, but for now, I want to feel you fully bearing down on me. I want to absorb all of your energy, your enthusiasm and your love all pouring into me.”
“What about protection? Do you need any?” I asked, rather stupidly I thought, since I could have worried about this sometime other than this last moment.
“Protected. Mom got me on the pill some time ago,” she gasped out as she nestled me into position. “Now just slide it home, Alex,” she instructed me.
So I took her advice and pressed myself home until I ran into a slight obstruction, but there didn’t appear to be much to it as I quickly bypassed it and slid almost effortlessly into her. I, of course, needed to finesse the long thing into her, requiring me to shift it around as I eventually won the leverage I need to snuggle it all the way home, but before long I was fully inside of my sister.
“Finally you’re where you belong. You’ve been in my heart for ages, now your other appendages are where they belong as well,” she told me with a big satisfied smile on her face. “Now make me a woman finally, Alex. Make me proud with all you’ve been learning from all your other conquests.”
So we began the age old progression as I slowly withdrew and slid home again and again. I took it slow and easy, wanting us both to enjoy the slow build up. My sister felt different than everyone else I had been with. Her body was different, smaller and lighter, but just as responsive. It wasn’t long before she was breathing heavily and she kept clutching me tightly to her. Soon we were moving smoothly together. She was countering each of my thrusts by pressing herself against me, and she gyrated her hips on each outthrust. She never tried to roll us over or shift her position, bearing my weight as a badge of honor.
We kissed almost the entire time, although she’d occasionally glance between us as if in disbelief that this was actually happening. But the delay was never long as she’d always regain my kisses once again. Even though I tried to take it as slow and as delicately as I could, it wasn’t long before we were both going at it hot and heavy, with me panting with each thrust, and her trembling the entire time.
She started encouraging me then, “Come on... Alex. Love me... like we’ve always... wanted. Make me... yours... forever, Alex,” she moaned. The words, while not extravagant or overly dramatic, were more than enough to get me going.
I could feel myself getting ready so I gasped out, “Almost... there, Kitty Cate.” The expression was a term I’d used for her when we were both kids. I immediately thought of the possible connection to her friend and thought maybe I might have spoiled things, but that meaning didn’t seem to register on her.
“Do it. You own my soul. Take me and make me... yours. I belong to you, lover. Screw me... like your precious....” she continued to moan as I kept up the steadily stroking into her. Finally I was there, and as I felt my masculine fluids building in the base of my balls, I shoved fully into her and unleashed the gates, shooting my essence into my sister’s welcoming pussy.
She shrieked my name as her body began to vibrate and shake as she joined me in orgasm. I muscled through another three, four, spurts until I felt like I couldn’t move anymore, and then I simply collapsed on her. She continued to thrash around a bit more, her pussy quivering around my length for several long moments longer.
Finally we lay gasping against each other.
“I’d move... if... I was able,” I told her in all honesty.
“Don’t. I like you there,” she told me. She grew quiet for a moment. Curious, I pulled back to look into her eyes.
“Expecting something to be different?” I asked, guessing where her mind was at. She laughed easily.
“Yeah, I guess. After all that talk about my possibly harboring some hidden watcher abilities, I thought maybe I might feel something, I don’t know, extra afterwards.”
“Well, the others all seemed to see stars at the end,” I told her.
“Oh, I definitely saw those,” she confessed with a far away gaze.
“Well, not everyone fits in the same neat little boat,” I offered.
“It doesn’t matter,” she insisted. “I’ve got everything I could ever want right here in my arms. If I ever need any magical powers of sight, I’ll always have plenty of new sisters to lend me theirs. Right now, my life couldn’t be any richer than it already is.” I’m sorry, but all this extravagant talk was too much for me to take at the moment, so despite my own labored breathing, I simply kissed her to quiet her.
“Well,” I gasped when we finally broke, “I think it’s safe to say that you’re now at the top of the inner circle. The others have always held you in high regard, and they’ll hold you in even higher regard after this,” and we both laughed easily at the thought.