Chapter 8: Meeting the Family
I knocked loudly on the front door and held Anh tight as we waited for a response. We heard rapid, firm footsteps approaching and figured her son was prepared for a fight. When the door swung forcefully open I saw a smallish, slim, but well muscled man staring back at me. I didn’t let his small size fool me. For all I knew he was versed in whatever the Vietnamese version of kung-fu or jiu jitsu was. The man glared at me, looking me up and down before addressing me.
"So you’re the mysterious Alex, huh?" he leered at me in accented, but fluent, English.
"Yes, I am. I believe you have your mother’s things. She’ll be needing them," I answered, returning his glare with a steady, confident gaze, hoping such an approach wouldn’t be considered confrontational.
"You’re not going to get her money, you know," he told me simply.
"Money? Is that what this is all about? What makes you think I want her money?"
"What else is a pretty boy like you offering that sweeps a little old woman off her feet? I don’t know what kind of scam you’re pulling, but it stops here!" he stated emphatically. I stepped forward and guided Anh around her son, telling her gently, "Get your things," before responding to her son.
"I’m not interested in your mother’s money. We’ve become friends with your mother and are concerned for her safety here tonight."
"Yeah," he sneered at me, "you and all your women then? And an old man as backup?" He certainly seemed to be ready for a fight, I’d have to watch myself so I didn’t get him any more worked up than he already was, but I wasn’t about to back down or apologize for something I didn’t feel.
"The women are no concern of yours," I insisted, trying to keep his attention on me and not on all the people surrounding me. "They’re friends with Anh and are here to help her. The ‘old man’ is my father and is legally responsible for my actions until I reach 18, so he has every right to be here as well."
"Then he should have been preventing you from taking advantage of my mother. You’re ‘friends’ with her? You’ve known her for all of one day and suddenly you know her better than I do? You don’t even speak Vietnamese, how the hell do you know what she wants?"
"I’m pretty sure I know what she wants more than you do," I challenged. I’ll admit it, I was pretty smug. It’s easy to be smug when you feel you have plenty of people in your corner, but I noticed about then that the house was full of various people watching the two of us; everyone from adults to little kids, Vicky amongst them. She was wide eyed watching the unfolding events.
Suddenly I felt a feeling of panic and dread, and stupidly, I responded by turning back toward Anh instead of watching out for myself. Only at the last moment did I detect motion out of the corner of my eye as I focused on his fist, balled up, moving rapidly towards my face. Everything slowed way down and I could see the hand slowly advancing towards me, and I could think clearly about it, but couldn’t do anything to move out of the way or respond in any other way. I had time to think ‘I’m glad it’s a regular punch instead of a round-house kick to the head’ and then ‘Man, this is gonna hurt!’ Just before impact I heard, clearly and distinctly, a chorus of "Oh fuck!", "Watch out Alex!" and a "Damn Bao!" and I remember thinking, ‘Who the fuck is getting so excited’. Then BAM! I go flying.
Again, everything was moving in slow motion. I distinctly felt the fist connect with my cheek, as my face was looking away from him; I think he’d been aiming at my nose. I heard the smack of solid fist hitting damp, soft flesh. I felt my head snap back and my body begin to fly backwards as I descended the stairs without touching them. But strangely I didn’t feel much pain. It seems that when my mind snapped into hyper mode and everything slowed down, that my nerves had yet to catch up. I think that’s also why my mind was initially distracted when the voices shouted out to me, I wasn’t able to take in the sudden change of perspective. Not much made sense for quite a while after that. I remembered sailing through the air in slow motion, watching the background gradually move past as I memorized each and every event in my horizon. I heard screams, both my family’s behind me as well as the children’s, but whether in horror or support I had no clear clue. I remember hoping Frank, my father, wouldn’t try to defend me, as I didn’t think he was really in any shape to help. Finally I wondered whether Anh would be packed soon, as I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take before she was ready.
Then I came crashing down hard against the concrete walkway, hearing my clothing tear and my back scrape as I slid backwards. Everything surrounding me seemed to fly past as my senses returned to normal again. It took several long seconds for my backwards motion to finally come to rest, as I kept trying to reach out for something to slow myself down with.
As soon as I came to a halt I was rolling onto my side trying to regain my feet, preparing myself for just about anything that might be coming my way. When I finally managed to stand facing what I thought was the right direction, I saw four women all beating on Anh’s son at the same time. I assumed this was Bao, since I seemed to recall it had been Anh’s voice that had just damned him. Man, were they beating on him with a vengeance. He was shielding his face with his hands as their blows rained down upon him.
"Enough!" I called out. "This is between Bao and me." Instantly all the faces present glanced back at me in amazement and the women backed away from my opponent. I cautiously stepped forward as a feeling of calm swept over me. I figured it was probably nothing more than early shock taking hold, but I’d put it to as much use as I could.
"You talk about my not knowing Vietnamese," I got out, a bit slurred due to my mangled face but still sounding about right to my ears at least, "but it’s not me who forgot the meaning of honor, of family, of respecting the wisdom of one’s elders, of working through one’s problems on one’s own rather than the all too common American habit of beating up on anyone who opposes you before listening to anything they have to say." I could see Bao’s face crinkle up questioningly as I continued.
"You ignore your own mother’s wisdom and experience, as well as her own free will and choice in the matter. You strike before I have an opportunity to either defend myself or have a chance to explain what happened. You bully me, your mother and your daughter, just because it’s easier than asking yourself a couple of tough questions." I was on a roll now. I kept the questions coming as I kept advancing on him, forcing him to take a step backwards as he tried to figure out what I was saying to him. I think he was totally unprepared to be discussing family in the middle of a fistfight, and was having trouble thinking of how to respond so just kept taking one hesitant backwards step after another.
"He’s right, Bao," came a sharp call to my right. I glanced briefly off in that direction, not wanting to take my eyes off Bao as I briefly slowed my advance. "You forget who you are and where you come from." It was Anh, sharply rebuking her son from the other direction, and boy, did she look angry. I was stunned to realize I could hear and understand each word she was speaking but didn’t have time to consider any possible explanations for it.
"You’re familiar with reincarnation aren’t you? You remember that much of our heritage at least?" she prompted, to which he responded with a confused expression. "Well, in a past life I was a Vietnamese. Then, in a subsequent life I was a Vietnamese-American. However, now I’ve passed from those lives into an afterlife where I am surrounded by spirits. I see spirits of all living things, and I am surrounded by a family of faithful spirits who are lead by a mighty spirit. One who, just like the stories of old you give lip service to, takes on human form in order to walk the physical world. Just like them, he walks in a humble form of a harmless boy, not because he is, but just as a test on the character of the humans around him. A test you’ve failed miserably! You attempt to beat up a young boy just because you can? Alex is much stronger than you. He stands head and shoulders above you, as you’ve shown yourself to be the little man you are!"
Whew, was I ever glad she wasn’t this pissed at me! I planned to stay on her good side in the near future. In the back of my mind I considered that I was hearing her speaking in clear English, even though I could hear the Vietnamese and could see her lips moving in sync with non-English words. But that wasn’t in the front of my mind and I was too focused on what was happening to give it my full attention. Anh seemed to take a deep breath as she reached the end of her speech and waited for a response.
I saw Bao let out a deep, resigned sigh, and he seemed to collapse in on himself.
"You’re right," he freely admitted. "I’ve fallen victim to my American side. I’ve belittled myself with my assumptions, and shamed my family with my arrogance." He glanced up at me.
"Will you accept my apologies, Mr. Alex?" I was surprised the fight went out of him so swiftly. I tilted my head as I took in this change of tenor and then came to a quick decision.
"I’d be honored to, Mr. Bao. By your ability to recognize your failings and own up to them, you reveal yourself to be an honorable man." I held my hand out in the time honored American tradition. My opponent looked at it a moment, then shook it briefly, before pulling me into a hug. I couldn’t believe how this was all turning out. He quickly backed away and looked at me warily.
"I still don’t trust you at all," he warned. "I can’t understand what you seek to gain from my mother, or why you tell her such crazy demented stories. I still suspect you to be some cherub faced con-man attempting to sway my mother for financial gain. But I’m willing to listen to any rational response you may present."
"Ha," I briefly laughed, "nothing I can say is very rational, as nothing I’ve faced recently is very sensible. My story is very demented and makes no more sense to me than it does to you. Half of this crazy story has been told to me just as you hear it, both by your mother and by my other friends here," I said, indicating the determined women who still looked ready to beat his ass given a moment’s notice. "I didn’t set out to gain anything, and even now only seek basic knowledge, nothing more.
"I hope your mother can offer some sense and rationality based on her knowledge of things from your home country, but I’m afraid the craziness will only continue. I mean no disrespect, as I deeply honor your mother, but I don’t know what the future holds for the two of us. However I feel we are intrinsically tied together." Finally, he asked me to sit and we held a guarded discussion, while the other occupants of the house looked on as if we were both demented ourselves. After a while, Anh came out carrying a heavy bag.
"I can see that your mother has prepared a bag, so I’m assuming she still insists on leaving with us. I honor her wisdom and acquiesce to her desires. Just be aware that it is her decision, not mine, as I do not control your mother." Anh then proceeded to rattle off a bunch of Vietnamese, which it suddenly occurred to me I couldn’t understand a word of, but I didn’t bother to try to figure it out and just let the language wash over me as it wasn’t directed at me. Or at least I didn’t think it was, as suddenly Anh was glaring at me expectantly, so I quickly jumped up and ran to grab the single suitcase she was carrying. She apparently had a few of them already packed and prepared in her bedroom, so my family rushed to help her out. There were hugs and crying all around now, so we just faded into the background as Anh and her extended family got their feelings out in their own language. I felt they deserved their privacy. We finally managed to gracefully exit the house and gravitate to the three cars, my parents’, Shani's and Anh’s little compact. Not wanting the little woman to travel alone, I got in beside her, and suddenly found the backseat filled with both Cate and Allison, leaving my poor father and Shani to travel back by themselves in relative ignorance. We finally drove off to farewells and multiple waving relatives.
"What the hell was that all about?" asked Cate.
"You don’t understand a simple fistfight?" I asked teasingly.
"I understood that, as much as there was of it, since it mostly consisted of you bouncing off of their steps. But what I didn’t understand was that long diatribe by Anh." I turned and looked back at Allison.
"Did you understand any of it?" I asked.
"Yeah, not all of it but I got most of it," she replied.
"How,... oh," sighed my sister, "you got an ongoing translation as it was happening?"
"Yeah, it was strange, one second they were fighting, then Alex goes all mental and psycho on him, talking a bunch of nonsense, then suddenly Anh starts speaking English."
"It wasn’t English," corrected Cate. "I couldn’t understand any of it. Luckily her son was speaking English for most of it."
"Bao," I added, "and what do you mean ‘most’ of it?"
"He was so excited he was switching back and forth between English and Vietnamese, I could only understand a certain amount of it. And what’s a ‘Bao’?"
"Bao’s her son’s name," explained Allison.
"Oh, that makes sense. Did she tell us that at some point?" Cate asked.
"No, she never really told us about her family previously. I just heard her using his name," I responded, not detailing the context I’d heard it in.
"So what did she say that got him calmed down like that?" Cate asked, so I proceeded to give her the gist of what had been said. That discussion and explanation took quite a bit of the trip. When it neared an end I turned to Anh and asked "So, what are you feeling about all of this?"
Although I asked the question in English she answered me, and I understood it, even though she answered in a broken half English response.
"I’m fine, but exhausted. I was so scared when Bao threw me out onto the street. I immediately thought of you and suddenly felt you there, guiding me, so I started walking back towards you. I knew it was silly, but I couldn’t stay there. I felt you searching for me and knew you’d be able to find me. I'm sorry I hadn’t told you where I lived before, but you managed to find me anyway."
"That was Vicky’s doing," I explained, "she managed to sneak in a phone call telling us where to find you."
"Well I’m glad of that." I noticed confused looks from my sister in the back seat and Allison proceeded to offer a halting translation as we continued to speak.
"When I brought Vicky home, I proceeded to tell my family that I was leaving to follow a mighty spirit on an important mission," Anh explained to us all, although Cate would have to wait for the translation. "Both he and his wife blew up at that point. The more information that was passed, the worse it got. When they discovered you were only a teen-ager, they started going on about American con-men. When Vicky tried to defend you they started to get really nasty."
"I can imagine," I told her. "I seem to be moving from one crisis to another, one awkward scene after another."
"Then Bao insisted that 'if I was going to behave like a spoiled child, then I'd better be prepared to act like one,' and he physically threw me out of the house. I didn't have anything with me when he did that, but I wasn't worried. I knew you'd recognize that I was in trouble." She seemed to have lots of confidence in my supernatural abilities that I didn't share.
"Yeah, I felt you trying to connect with me, but it was only Vicky's call that let us find you." She didn't let that little fact disturb her recital of facts though.
"When you finally found me it was such a relief. I was so glad you came to rescue me. I felt like I had been reunited with my new family after I had just left my old one."
"Mi casa es su casa," I responded.
She smiled at me in response, making me wonder whether she spoke Spanish, or whether I was still translating my own words as I spoke.
"I’m glad of that, since I seem to have invited myself to live with you. What do your parents think about that?"
"Well, Dad didn’t object while the whole discussion was occurring," I responded. "He told me I needed to be willing to deal with the consequences of my actions just before we arrived."
"Then you haven’t had a chance to discuss it in detail yet," she told me. I acknowledged her point and continued, while Cate still tried to follow what we were discussing.
"And we still have to explain to both my parents what happened," I continued.
"Oh, your mother," groaned Anh.
Allison immediately whispered to Cate, who quickly dug out her cell phone and started dialing.
"Mom?" she responded when the call was answered.
"Yeah, we’re OK. Alex got punched, though. You’d better get some bandages ready." I winced hearing that, thinking of Mom’s reaction to the news. However the wince also reminded me that my jaw was really beginning to hurt now. I opened and closed my jaw just to make sure there wasn't any serious damage, but aside from some stiffness and a general achiness I seemed to be fine. My back stung like a son of a bitch though.
"No, it doesn’t seem to be so bad," Cate continued, as I listened to her one-sided conversation with my mother over the phone. "He’s a bit bruised and scuffed up but he seems OK. I think his shirt is trashed though." My shirt was the least of my worries, though it made me worry about whether I was unintentionally leaving bloodstains on Anh’s car seat.
Cate listened to the response before replying. "It’s complicated and I don’t understand it all. Alex is explaining it all to me."
That seemed to require a separate discussion, though she quickly came back, explaining, "No, apparently he got an ongoing translation as it was all happening. Apparently the excitement kicked up his abilities a notch."
Now that all the excitement was over and we were all coming down, I considered that. It certainly seemed to have triggered a significant enhancement to our abilities. Before it was a struggle to figure out what someone was trying to communicate to me, now, not only were the messages clear but I could literally receive simultaneous translations from other speakers as well. I had understood everything that Bao had said, not even stopping to consider that it wasn’t all spoken in perfect English.
"They ended up just sitting and talking. Alex talked about being confused by it all and stated that Anh’s son Bao said something about not wanting Alex to trick his mother." Apparently I’d have to do a better job of describing events when we did it again for my parents.
"Yes, we all stand up for our moms," Cate conceded, smiling in response to our mother. "Anyway, we’ll discuss it fully when we get back."
"Bye, Mom." She hung up and returned her attention to us. "She’s already talked to Dad. He gave her some basics but no details."
"You know, mental warnings aren’t much good if you don’t listen to them," I offered as a general philosophical point to anyone who happened to be listening.
"Yeah," responded Allison, smacking me on the arm, "You turn around to see who might possibly be speaking in your head!" I laughed and Anh asked for a quick translation. Apparently we still had a bit to work on with this mental translation between individuals thing.
"I couldn’t help it," I replied. "I’m not used to voices telling me to ‘Beware’," I bemoaned.
"I don’t recall anyone using quite that language," Allison replied archly.
"No, you didn’t. Still, when I felt the surprise my first thought was to protect all of you."
"From what, a magic fist that flies through your head to strike us several feet behind you?" She was busy hamming it up now that she had an audience and knew that all the possible danger was long past. I didn’t let it get to me, knowing we all needed this level of teasing to bring us all down.
"I’m not defending it as the smartest response," I protested. "I’m just explaining why I reacted like I did."
"I'll call Shani, I'm sure she's wondering what's happening," Cate said. "I'm sure Mom's busy contacting everyone else already."
"Hold on, Cate, I want to try something." I had no idea what kind of limitations we had in these abilities, but our tests at the hotel had shown that physical objects didn't seem to block our communications, as weak as they were then. Neither had distance limited the other girls' awareness that something was wrong tonight. Maybe I could reach Shani on my own.
It took a moment to figure out just what I was doing, apparently what came naturally in a crisis took a bit longer to work out in practice.
'Hey, Shani?' I mentally called out.
'Ow! A little quieter please, there's no volume control inside my head,' she complained.
I apologized and she continued. 'Hey there, stud,’ she responded. ‘Man, this is better than Bluetooth. So what's up? Is everyone OK?'
'Everyone but me,' I responded. 'Still, I think my ego is bruised more than my face is.'
'Ha, you were wonderful. You have nothing to be ashamed of,' she enthused.
'Thanks, I did feel pretty confident when it was happening,' I acknowledged.
'It's like Anh said, just follow your instincts and you'll do the right thing."
'I can only hope so,' I told her. 'I can only hope so.'
I proceeded to give her a brief update on Anh's status and told her she could phone the other girls if she wanted before, I returned my attention to the other's in the car with me.
"Sorry," I told them, "it took a bit more time to talk it out than I thought."
"That's OK," Allison replied. "Actually I picked up some of it. I guess I was listening in somewhat."
"Man, I've got to figure out how you do that. That's SO neat!" Cate responded. "And while you're driving the car as well."
"Well, it's a lot easier than it was before," I explained. "I guess you were right, the emotional response has a lot to do with it. It seems the basic abilities are the same, when I was in trouble and the adrenaline started flowing suddenly all of us got a kick in our combined abilities."
"Yeah, we'll be discussing this quite a bit once we all calm down," she warned me.
"So, anything else the rest of you want to discuss about it now?" I asked.
"It was strange," explained Allison, "I saw this bright angry flare in his aura, and I just knew he was going to hit you. I just got so angry all I wanted to do was to kill him!"
"Yeah, you don’t need extrasensory perceptions to get that." Cate responded to her. "I wanted to kill him, too!"
"So, if you can clearly see anger, especially if you see it moments before someone explodes, then I’ll definitely pay more attention to it," I promised, hoping a similar event would never occur again.
"We can only hope," Allison sighed, while Anh was vigorously nodding her agreement. Apparently either I was broadcasting a translation for her or she was just guessing from the context.
"I’ve been hoping he’d suddenly get smarter for years," griped Cate, generating a cascade of laughter from all the women. I’m not so sure smarter would have helped in any of the situations I’d recently found myself in.
We arrived home tired and weary. The late hour, long drive, and slow let down after all the excitement were doing us in. However there was a somewhat lengthy explanation for both Mom and Dad about exactly what had happened. Needless to say, they weren't the only one's there when we arrived. Natalie, Patricia and Henry were all clustered in my parents' small room waiting for us, and each wanted a full recounting of events.
Then there was the whole discussion over what the future held. It seems Anh worked as her family’s accountant, numbers being easier to master than language, so that helped as to what she might be able to do in the future. But there wasn’t a very large Vietnamese population in Southern Illinois, so if she returned with us she’d mostly work for us and we’d still be responsible in providing for her. We’d get some benefit from it, but she couldn’t realistically expect to get many other clients with her limited English skills.
The other girls remained silent through most of the discussion of Anh’s future, as they didn't want to confuse her issues with their own. After all, my parents had promised them they'd discuss the issue with them tomorrow, so they had no need to intrude on the current discussion. I was still nervous about being responsible for everyone, but with my accepting the obligation of caring for Anh, as limited as my share of that was, I could hardly complain about everyone else moving nearby. They could get a job and be independent after all, thus the only imposition would be on my time and attention. We concluded with Anh telling us she needed to clean up some details near her home.
That got me thinking about the other women as well. Undoubtedly they'd each need to tell their families something, and it was likely that when they did, that there'd be questions about a grown woman leaving her whole life behind to follow a young teen-ager living with his parents. Now that was not something I was looking forward to. I could just picture their reactions when informed their precious daughters were moving north to be closer to their new, white, teenaged ‘interest’, especially when you combined that with her clear fascination and deference to me, and the potential of somebody blabbing about Angels and Spirits. But that only brought up the fact that we’d need a better way of explaining why I suddenly had a group of adult women of various racial backgrounds and ages interested in me. Needless to say by the time I finally went to bed, I was hardly ready for sleep despite my obvious exhaustion.
Dad asked about getting a separate room for the various women, but Mom just laughed and told him since I had accepted responsibly for them that I’d best get used to having them around, then laughed as she felt that it’d be fun watching me deal with sleeping with someone older than she was. I grimaced at that very clear image, but didn’t bother translating for Anh.
Apparently Mom had no issue with all the various women sleeping with me. Sure, she had meant Anh, but the way she'd phrased it, I'd have a problem arguing she wouldn't approve of it. We'd all have to work out exactly who was staying and who wasn't. Somehow I didn't think the fact they all lived nearby had much to do with it. Luckily Patricia and Henry excused themselves, telling me they'd love to stay and talk more, but that we all looked exhausted so they'd both go to their own rooms and leave us in peace. Natalie also nervously mentioned she should get ready for work tomorrow, but I could see the disappointment painted across her face. I just knew she thought she didn't belong here with the rest of us. I wanted to assure her that wasn't the case at all, but I was so overwhelmed with all the women already in my room that I didn't know how to say anything else.
Moving into our room, it was clear that Mom wasn’t the only one amused by my particular predicament, as Cate had a silly grin that just wouldn’t quit. I didn’t say much as the girls turned down the bed and made a big show of undressing. They seemed to be playing it seriously and were acting like it was an everyday event, preparing to sleep with me, but Allison was smiling as much as Cate was. I kept glancing at Cate through the preparations for bed, but she was enjoying my pain a bit too much. Anh clearly felt the same towards me as Shani did, and for the same reasons, so I couldn’t just reject her. Allison seemed to be in the same boat, but she was still afraid of me thus her nervousness showed through. However, they were already friends, and I valued them all too much to hurt them significantly, so when both Shani and Anh climbed into bed completely naked and indicated a spot between them, I turned to try to measure Cate and Allison's reactions. Cate just shrugged her shoulders, indicating it was none of her business, while Allison simply blushed deeply. I guess that ruled her out.
"I take the nervousness to mean that you don't object to being left out tonight?" I asked Allison, and she just blushed more, looked away nervously and shook her head. However I did hear her mumble something about having her turn later, which made me wonder if her nervousness was over sleeping with me, or was simply due to having to sleep with several other naked women. Again, that was yet another issue that would have to be discussed at some point in the future.
Having reached that decision, I quickly undressed and clambered over, getting between the two women. Can I just add here how attractive it is to a young, horny teenager to see granny panties and huge, oversized bras?
As I settled down between them, facing Anh while Shani cuddled up behind me, Anh kissed me gently on the mouth as Shani’s hand reached around my sides to clutch my naked chest and idly play with the few chest hairs there.
"Don’t worry," eased Anh, "I just want a brief cuddle with you. I know the age thing is a bit much for you, and to tell the truth, the hormones in this old body haven’t been working too well the last few years." With that she kissed me more deeply and hugged me hungrily to her chest. I returned the kiss, glad to know she enjoyed spending time with me without having to worry about disappointing her. Yet, as inexperienced as I was due to my past shyness, Shani’s hands provided enough stimulation to get a rise out of me. Anh’s lips were tasting better and better. Anh moaned as she felt my erection pressing against her, then broke the kiss and turned me around to face Shani and pressed the two of us together. Shani and I joined together in our own kiss easily and hungrily.
Shani was older than me, but several years is a lot easier to ignore than several decades, believe me. Shani brought my hand to her breast while her other hand snaked down to my waiting penis. She gripped it and slowly stroked it while we kissed. I stroked her erect nipple with my thumb as we made out. I felt Anh snuggled up to my back. Luckily I couldn’t see Cate’s smirking face as I was currently facing away from her. Suddenly I felt one hand play with my chest hairs again, just as Shani had done earlier, while another grasped the base of my cock and held it in a better position for Shani to play with. Man, it felt odd to have someone my Grandmother’s age holding my cock while I made out with a twenty something professional woman. Feeling two different hands playing with my cock while someone hoovered my face didn’t deflate me either.
Kissing both Shani and Anh was odd as well. As innocent and inexperienced as I was, I'd have expected I'd be reacting like a runaway train, yet the traditional roles seemed to be reversed here. Each time I'd kiss one, they'd quickly grow more and more excited until they were breathing heavily and were literally shaking in excitement. I'd ease up and they'd make an effort to calm down and then we'd resume. I felt odd enough that I didn't want to feel like I was taking advantage of them, but it was clear they were each here of their own accord. Still, I wanted to take it at their chosen pace and not the pace they felt themselves falling into. Once again, I wasn't sure how much they were into me as much as they were into this swooping angelic spirit that had entered their lives. I wasn't sure I'd be able to live up to their expectations.
I felt myself being pulled backward so I let myself be laid out on my back and Shani followed, cuddling up on my chest, a leg thrown over my thigh. For someone who’d only had a couple of kissing sessions and only the approximation of first base before on a few dates, I was quickly gaining in my knowledge of the make out arts. Shani seemed to be getting into it, as both our breaths began to get a bit deep. I switched breasts and used the other hand to cup her firm ass, of course causing her to grind herself more heavily against my leg. Just as she was getting started jacking me off, I felt another hand moving her hand away from my erection. I groaned at the loss although I could appreciate the reasons. I guess it made sense to have someone around with the maturity to prevent us from getting too carried away. Shani shifted her body more towards the side as she ran her hand over my chest. Apparently she found something interesting in the scrawny little pectorals she found there.
I started shifting to my right to get better contact with Shani as she slowly humped my thigh, but felt a hand holding me back. Again figuring someone was thinking more coherently than I was I held myself where I was. It was then I felt something warm engulf my cock, which had previously been swaying in the breeze, doing a virtual wave to the rhythm of Shani’s thrusts. I groaned deeply in appreciation and, after a slight pause, Shani suddenly increased the ardor she was showing in her appreciation of me. I’d never had a blowjob, and the mere thought of one was enough to make me excited. Due to my lack of experience I was certainly not one to judge technique, but the skill suddenly being exemplified in the oral activities around my nether regions was amazing. It was only a short time before I was thrusting up, not exactly aggressively face fucking or anything, but I was definitely lifting my hips off the bed trying to get as much contact as I could. My breaths grew increasingly short and both hands transferred to firm handholds on Shani’s backside.
I glanced down, past the obscuring haze of Shani’s hair hanging over my face, to see this little gray and black head bobbing up and down over my waist. Shit, I could certainly get used to making out with a Grandmother if it felt this good! Shani’s pace on my leg changed significantly as well. I couldn’t see anything that far down, but my guess, actually more of a hope, was that there was someone setting that pace for her. We were all three groaning and working up a good, honest sweat when I glanced round to my left and saw both Allison and my sister Cate leaning back on their bed with the covers thrown back and their hands buried in their panties, frantically scratching their own itch. The sight was enough to cause me to explode, and I lifted all three of us off the bed and emptied my poor virgin balls into Anh’s vacuuming mouth, my sister’s cute embarrassed blush forever emblazoned into my memory.
I wasn’t the only one to find my release at that moment, as Shani began shaking and my thigh quickly became much damper. I heard panting from all directions, to my right, across the room to my left and from below my waist as well, what little I could hear over my own gasping breaths. I pushed out three, then four, amazing blasts of cum before I was reduced to trickles and eventually collapsed back onto the bed, accompanied by satisfied signs from each of us. Cate and Allison were both still panting heavily, but you could tell they were on slightly different schedules. Allison reached her peak fairly noisily and quickly, while Cate's approach was slower and more controlled. Well, it was controlled in that it built up more gradually, but I'm not sure you can call a young girl caught up in the whirlwind of watching her older brother have sex with two women while she and another girl both played with themselves as being controlled. However, I was suddenly too exhausted to get worked up about my sister’s interest in our activities at the moment. I freed a hand from the near death grip I’d had on Shani’s butt to cradle Anh’s cheek to show her my appreciation.
She continued suckling until she was sure there wasn’t any more left, then she slid up my naked body to cuddle against my left side, Shani still quivering against my other side, warm liquid running down my thigh. When Anh settled into me I turned and openly kissed her. I detected the strong, salty taste of my own cum but ignored it, figuring what was good for the goose. After all, I’d tasted myself before, and while I didn’t have any particular fascination for it, I wouldn’t reject someone just because they’d given me such a miraculous gift. She kissed me deeply, accompanied by an appreciative moan from the other side, as my sister cried out her own release from across the way.
"I must say, I wasn’t expecting that," moaned Shani.
"Neither was I," responded Anh, "but I guess my hormones are working better than I thought. I’m definitely feeling some juices running."
"Can’t be mine," I gasped, "I've got none left."
"Damn, that was hot," came an exhausted groan from the distance, followed by another heavy sigh in acknowledgement.
"Bet you didn't think you'd enjoy two old ladies as much as you did, huh?" teased the beautiful thing on my shoulder.
"God, no!" answered Cate before I had a chance to respond.
I kissed both women deeply and held them tight against me, and called out a goodnight to them all before I found myself drifting off to a much needed, deep, sleep.
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