Chapter 16: Going Home
I woke up to a new experience. I was lying on my back with two children cuddling up on either side of me and two beautiful women lying against them. Suddenly I’d gone from a naïve kid to being surrounded by multiple women, and now I was a father figure. Man, this was rough for me to comprehend. But the kids were cute and I just couldn’t help but love them. I certainly loved the women as well. It might be weird but life was pretty good right then. Well, aside from my problems with my sister at least.
I managed to wiggle my arm free and check my watch; it was nearly time to get up. Today was the day, we were leaving New Orleans and heading home. Hopefully that would be the end of all this craziness, but I didn’t really believe that. I gently shook Josh until he started to rouse.
“Time to get up, Josh. You’ve got school today,” I told the sleepy little ragamuffin.
“Yeah, you’d better get going. Take you sister back to her room and both of you get started getting ready,” Brooke instructed her child. I hadn’t realized she was awake. I’d been hoping to prevent having to disturb her.
I felt someone hugging my side. “Thank you for letting us stay here,” Suzy said. I was glad she was finally starting to speak to me. I hate that whole ‘too nervous to talk’ phase all these women seemed to go through. I gently kissed her forehead.
“Thanks for being you, it was lovely having you here,” I told them both. Josh started to climb out of bed.
“Josh, were you really scared last night?” I asked him. “You seem a little old to be climbing into bed with your mother.”
He laughed, “Nah, I just wanted to spend more time with you. Mom said you were leaving so I figured this was the only chance I’d get.” I would have tousled the hair on his head but he was already too far away. Plus I couldn’t get up because I was still naked.
“And what about you, young lady?” I asked a bleary eyed Suzy.
“I’d been wanting to watch you the whole time but I was afraid to come in. When I saw Josh get up, I figured I could come too,” she sleepily explained.
“But you’re not scared of me now, are you?” She quickly shook her head but she still looked unsure.
“I know, he can really make you nervous, can’t he?” Rebecca asked her, to which she nodded. “He’s kind of like sticking your finger into an electric outlet. You know it’s a good energy that helps people, but it’s still a lot of power.” Once again, she nodded quickly at the truth of Rebecca’s words.
“Well hurry up kids, you need to get ready in a hurry. We’ll be out shortly. Oh, and wake up the other girls too, will you?” she called to their retreating forms.
The two women shifted over and both gave me a nice good morning kiss.
“We’d better hurry,” Brooke informed us. “We might be able to finish off what we started last night, but only if we rush. I’m not about to see you leave today before I get my share of you.”
“You know...” I began.
“That we aren’t allowed to have intercourse? Yeah, Shani laid down the law to all of us, and, I’ve got to say, it actually sounds like a good idea,” she replied. “I’d love to have you pound me to oblivion right now, but I’ll settle for some gentle, non-invasive loving.”
So we quickly climbed out of bed and hurried into the shower. While not quite as nice as the hotel’s shower, it was big enough for the three of us as long as you didn’t mind being close together, and I didn’t hear any complaints. I wasted no time and backed Brooke against the wall, where I fell to my knees and proceeded to eat her out while Rebecca kissed her and played with her breasts for me. I proceeded to give her a couple of quick cums but we were under the gun here. They both pulled me up to my feet, then changed places with me and they both proceeded to give me a mutual blowjob. For never having done this together before, they worked pretty smoothly.
“Sorry it can’t be any more romantic,” Brooke gasped out between turns swallowing my rod, “but if we’re too long the kids will come... looking for us again.” Heeding her advice I proceeded to loosen my load shortly thereafter. I’d kind of wanted to paint their faces a little but they treated it like it was a precious commodity, not to be wasted. After that they helped me as we all stumbled out, still a little weak kneed.
Figuring they deserved at least part of what the other women got, I proceeded to pat them dry with the towel like I had done a few days earlier. I couldn’t spend long at it, but it gave me a nice chance to examine them up close and personal as I familiarized myself with their natural smells and looks.
Rebecca was cleanly and recently shaven, something I thought odd for a busy nurse. Brooke still bore a full bush but it was nice and soft and fun to play with as I blew on the little curly hairs, but that was about all that I had time for.
When we arrived in the kitchen we saw the other women had everything firmly in hand with both kids busily eating breakfast.
“We kinda thought you might want some extra time with him,” Shani told us with a smile.
“You have no idea,” Brooke told her. “We spent the night with the kids.”
“Yeah, they told us all about it,” Patricia acknowledged.
We all proceeded to quickly get ourselves and the kids ready. Brooke asked Josh to hurry up and get the paper for me when I stopped her.
“Really, I think I’ve had enough of the local paper for now. There really isn’t much more that Mr. Rodriguez can do to me, and I’d really rather not spoil this beautiful morning.” So the paper remained in the box outside. The other cars pulled up about the time we were walking the kids out to their bus stop. We quickly introduced everyone, with Brooke instructing the kids they’d get a chance to get to know us all very well in the near future, and then sent them on their way.
Leaving early accomplished several things. First, and most obvious, was the fact that it got us out from under outside observation. Mom also said that she and Anh could spend the extra days adjusting the house for more people. Shaniqua and the rest would have to begin looking for a new apartment as well as a new job. We all knew that whatever they found, they’d be spending all their time at my house. Mom argued “Not if you want to bring someone from school over,” winking at me, leading me to think she’d been talking with Shani about her ‘no sex before you have a girlfriend’ rule.
It had been a busy and very unusual week. I was thinking it would be nice to get away from our vacation and finally relax, but I knew the craziness wasn’t likely to end with me taking a bunch of women home with me. I was also nervous about the long drive ahead of us due to the recent incident between Cate and myself. She’d hardly acknowledged me since then, other than answering questions I’d pose through an intermediary, and I knew that it would be difficult being in a confined space for a long time.
Nearly everyone had called into work to take the morning off so they could see us off. Everyone but Peter and his crew that is. All the women were here and they all proceeded to give me very emotional and tear-filled goodbyes. Their goodbye kisses left little to the imagination as well. I was glad the kids had already taken off. Shani said she was going to work over the weekend to try to get much of her work finished early. She’d arranged with her boss that she might be able to leave early if she managed to finish some ongoing projects. Natalie had a similar agreement with the hotel, so she thought she could join us in a few days. I just hoped neither was giving themselves a black mark in their careers because of me.
Anh and Allison were coming with us today, of course, but Allison was driving her own car. Cate had wanted to drive in her nice convertible on the way back but Mom had put her foot down, telling us to work our problems out like ‘a normal couple’. I wasn’t sure what the hell she meant by that but I didn’t dwell on it too much.
Everyone was hugging. Shani told me she’d miss me and told me to keep a look out for a new girlfriend at school. After that we got underway, still relatively early in the morning. Cate seemed almost back to her old self. We had three people in the backseat. I sat in the middle, which is easier with my long legs, but it’s still hard on the ass to sit there for a long stretch, with Cate on my left and Anh on my right. At least Cate didn’t seem to be afraid of me, although she flinched a couple of times when I moved or shifted in her direction. I tried not to take it personally and chalked it up to Shani’s theory. I simply figured she’d eventually get over it, but then she took a deep breath, glanced at Anh, who nodded her head in response, and then Cate gave me a big hug.
I was at a loss for a response, but gave her a quick hug back, as I usually do. But, instead of breaking away after only a few moments, she continued to hold me for quite a while. Although I thought it was odd, I didn’t interfere, figuring she was trying to make amends and demonstrate that she was no longer angry with me. Of course, after a bit it becomes like the young man in the back of the theater, her arm must have fallen asleep by then, but when I asked her about it she told me it was the least she could do so I just accepted it and didn’t think about it after that.
Speaking of relaxing more, I noticed that Cate seemed to be ‘packing light’. Her T-shirt seemed to fit extra nice, though it was hard to tell. Actually, given that she was so small up top I doubted she’d normally wear much in the way of bras, as I’d never really noticed it in the past, but after the last couple of days I’d begun paying more attention to my sister’s relative charms (no pun intended). I tried to subtly check for clues while we were driving, thinking I was being cool, but she suddenly covered her chest and said “Hey, quit it, buddy! I didn’t want to spend the next several hours tied up in a damn bra but this ain’t no damn peep show.” I blushed clear down to my toes, leading to everyone laughing. I’m not completely convinced she didn’t put it on specifically to embarrass me. The act that is, not the T-shirt. Anyway, I tried to keep my eyes forward after that. I tried at least.
However, I saw a look pass between Anh and Cate while they thought I wasn’t looking, and then Cate apologized for teasing me. Now that was strange, after we’d been doing it for years and had never thought anything of it, but she proceeded to link her arm through mine and told me I was allowed to look all I wanted. “Since I know how damn good I look,” she said, showing she wasn’t done teasing after all. I still tried not to, once burned you know.
That’s the thing with telepathy, when you get publicly humiliated like that, even people nowhere near you get a chance to laugh at you over it! Allison seemed to think it was just the funniest thing. But then, after a couple of minutes, she asked me what had happened since, making me think they all knew something I didn’t. When I told her about Cate’s apology she simply said, ‘Ah,’ as if she had been expecting it. I think I may have to speak to someone about what’s going on.
We started out talking about the places we’d visited, but of course the discussion eventually drifted back to my new abilities. Our new abilities I corrected myself.
“You know,” my father explained, “I’m not convinced you don’t have a little mind control thing going as well.” We all looked at him as if he’d suddenly sprouted horns.
“Hey, it’s awfully quiet back there. Linda, look quick, are they all staring at the back of my head.”
“Yep,” she good naturedly humored him.
“What I mean is have you stopped to think how a bunch of women are suddenly all over you without jealousy, without concern about child abuse charges or their own futures? Are you sure you’re not unwittingly exerting some sort of control over them?” he said, explaining his logic to us.
“I don’t feel like I am,” I replied, considering the possibility before suddenly shaking my head. Nah, it couldn’t be.
“Anh says she doesn’t feel controlled in any way, and Shani specifically said the same thing a few days ago. And the girls don’t go along with everything I say anyway,” I stated, trying to defend myself against this newest theory.
“Have they ever told you ‘No’?” Again I stopped to consider it.
“Well… Shani… uh…”
“Yes, Shani said she’s not going to have sex with you until you lose your virginity the ‘traditional way’, right?” I felt myself blushing again at the fact that both my parents seemed to know all the details of my fumbling sex life so far.
“Still, they’re both having sex with you with absolutely no qualms about it,” he continued, pushing the issue. “When you got scared about things moving too fast, Shani backed right down and didn’t pressure you about it anymore. Your sister went along with all your playing around in the room, even though it must have been uncomfortable for her. Don’t you think that’s a bit odd? And even your mother and I, we can rationalize that we like all the girls, but that might just be it. Rationalization. Maybe we can’t help ourselves in accepting what’s going on?”
“I don’t know…” I said hesitantly.
“And what about your sister? From what I hear she was more than just an unwitting participant, that certainly isn’t a normal response is it?” Looking at Cate I saw she was taking in everything Dad was saying and seriously weighing it in her mind. There may be more to it than you think, I thought to myself, but I certainly didn’t want to have to explain that to my parents.
“You’re going to have to watch the kids in school on Monday and see if they treat you any differently,” Cate suggested.
“Well, what about Bao?” I asked.
“Yeah, before you got there he thought you were trying to swindle his mother with the promise of sex with a hunky teenager. After you’d been there for a bit the two of you were talking like old friends.” My father had this annoying habit of being perfectly sensible during discussions.
“Hardly, and it was only after he punched me and after his mother chewed him a new one,” I countered, still resisting the idea I was unduly influencing those around me.
“Still, one hardly follows up a punch with a handshake and a hug. Especially when one suspects you of, again, swindling his mother.” My father certainly had some good points.
“The fact that your sister has been following you around like a puppy, secretly lusting after you, is also hardly a secret,” he continued.
“Hey,” I protested, immediately regretting it as I couldn’t really defend my position with any facts. At least not without revealing facts about her that she might not be aware of yet.
“She’s always followed me around like a puppy,” I argued after a moment’s thought.
“Hey,” she protested, “Thanks a LOT.”
“Sorry,” I smiled at her, “but you know it’s true.”
“True,” continued my father, “but she hasn’t always lusted after you.”
“How do you know she’s ‘lusting’ after me?” I tried to argue.
“We have eyes Alex. She practically has to have one of your women carry her tongue around for her.”
I wanted to laugh at that. Anh couldn’t help but giggle at it. If he only knew about the recent turn of events, that she was actually lusting after the women around me, not actually me; but again I couldn’t say anything about that.
“So, are you telling me I have to watch out for you and Mom now?” I asked, failing to keep the humor out of my voice.
“You never know,” he smiled back at me, “after all, we’ve allowed our teenaged son to fool around with several older women, unsupervised in the next room, corrupting our younger daughter. Would you consider that normal behavior?” He certainly had a way of making a series of excellent points.
“So what do you suggest I do about it? Assuming it’s true, of course.”
“There’s really not much you can do about it if you aren’t doing it consciously. The fact that Cate got pissed at you just says that she’s not as affected by you as your various followers are.”
‘Followers,’ I thought. I’d been idly wondering what they’d call themselves. I’d labeled the others ‘watchers’ and it seems to have already stuck. I’d actually debated asking them about it but had been avoiding it up till now. It was hard to define their relationship to me. Whether they were merely thankful to me, if they were simply followers, or maybe I was mentally controlling them to do what I wanted was anyone’s guess.
“Could we get a psychiatrist to evaluate them and see?” I asked, growing increasingly concerned.
“And tell him what?” Dad laughed. “That we suspect they’re being controlled by a teenager with mind control powers? And even if we did confide in him, what’s to say he wouldn’t be influenced as well?”
“Cate, any ideas here?” I asked, becoming more conflicted as we went along. “You’re the scientific idea person, how do we find out if any of this is true?”
“I’m at a loss here,” she answered weakly. “It’s not quite the kind of thing you can easily test for. This isn’t the kind of thing you find in a textbook. This is more in the realm of science fiction.”
“So if I say I want a new sports car, you think I could expect one in a few days?” I teased, trying to lighten the serious mood.
“You never know,” he answered. “You’ll find out in a few days I guess. Of course, there’s a matter of not being able to buy you one of course. Physical financial restrictions might be the limit of your abilities,” he laughed.
“Plus, with Allison you already have access to one,” Cate added unnecessarily.
“Maybe I’ll go up to the Captain of the Football team and stomp on his toe,” I teasingly suggested.
“And what’ll you do if, after he’s caught pounding you into the floor, he apologizes to you? Would he have done it because he had to or because you were controlling him?” asked Cate, finally getting caught up in the debate.
“Shit, this is getting tough to figure out,” I complained, yearning for the days when my biggest problems consisted of figuring out complex algebra problems.
“Just something to keep in mind in the future,” concluded my father.
The trip back was uneventful, well, other than discussions of mind control and my sister innocently flashing her nipples at me under her T-shirt. Cate eventually started a game of “Punch Buggy” just to prove she wasn’t being mentally controlled into being nice to me. We all laughed, although I had the advantage being larger so I wasn’t hurt as much. Anh soon caught on after an early delay due to her unfamiliarity with the game. Soon everyone was ganging up on me, even Mom reaching into the back seat to punch me for buggies I never saw. It was nice to relax amid all this serious shit I was going through.
Later we were traveling through Missouri on 55 North, just a little ways from turning off onto 57 to enter Illinois. It was getting into the early evening, we’d all stopped for an extended lunch so we could bring Allison up on what we’d been discussing. We’d hit a bridge section they were repairing and traffic slowed quite a bit as a result. The normal 4 lanes of traffic across 2 separate bridges was reduced to a single line going each way, separated by a mere concrete border between the lanes.
As we were crossing over I was glancing out at the passing traffic across Cate, when my eyes locked with a woman looking out the side of a van that was passing us, going the other way. I saw her head jerk back like she’d been shot and I immediately knew what’d just happened. We’d never had a chance to test what the range of my ability to affect someone was, but apparently 10 feet, moving traffic, steel sheets and a concrete barrier between us weren’t much of a limitation.
I was stunned. We’d already traveled along this road a week ago and nothing had happened. I simply hadn’t thought that anything like this might occur on the return trip. It had happened so quickly, I hadn’t even gotten a good look at her. She looked younger than any of the others so far, like she might still be in school, either high school or college I guessed. Beyond that I really couldn’t recall much of how she’d looked.
“Dad, quick, pull over!” I insisted excitedly.
“What’s up? There’s no place to pull over here,” he argued.
“I’ve just triggered someone else in a passing car,” I told everyone. “I don’t know how it happened. I just glanced out the window, made eye contact and it happened.”
“I didn’t think it could happen like that,” Cate answered, suddenly sitting up and looking closely at me. “You got plenty of looks on the way up but...” she said, just letting the comment fade from her lips.
“But it did, there’s a girl behind us somewhere and we’ve got to find her.” This wasn’t like the other times. Each of those times the women had sought me out, they’d come up to me and had only been impacted when they were within several feet of me. Now I had no way of knowing where she was, where she was headed, who she was or anything.
My father was signaling to pull over, but there wasn’t anywhere he could for quite a long ways ahead of us.
“And just what do you suggest we try?” he asked, getting aggravated. “We’ve got nowhere to turn, she’s getting farther away every mile we drive. We don’t know the road here. We don’t know where the next exit we can turn is, we don’t even know if there’s any place for them to turn off and wait for us, even if they would. Where the hell are we supposed to look, Alex?” Once again my father was completely rational even if he sounded exasperated with me. Clearly no one had any ideas on how to handle the situation.
“Don’t just yell at me,” I cried, “but we’ve GOT to find her. She’s not likely to know what’s happened to her. She won’t know what to do or how to interpret any of it.”
“OK, fine. But how? Where do I go? What do I look for?”
“Can you communicate with her? Can you send her an image of where we could meet her or something?” Cate asked.
“I don’t know, I’m not sure I can use telepathy with someone I’ve never met. I’m not sure who I’d be talking to as I don’t know who she is or even what she looked like,” I complained. “All I know is she’s going to want to find us and I have no idea of how to find her or communicate with her.”
“Well, try sending her an image of where we are,” suggested my mother.
“Where the hell ARE we?” I cried.
“I have no idea,” responded my father, still looking for a place to turn around in the heavy traffic. “I don’t know what exit we just passed and we’re a long ways from the next exit. I haven’t seen any rest stop signs anywhere.” We argued about stopping by the side of the road but decided against it. That would simply have slowed us down. It took us a long time to get to the next exit so, by the time we got to where she might possibly be, there was no sign of her. We had no idea of where to look. Would she have just pulled off the side of the road? Nope, not there. Would she have pulled off at the first exit? We looked, but unless we stopped at each restaurant, gas station and nearby parking lot we had no idea where to look. She could also have pulled off at any other exit along the way and we’d never know which one. She could also have doubled back and gone after us, heading in the opposite direction. I kept getting the feeling of impending panic, but whether that was mine or hers I had no idea.
I had Allison drive ahead while we checked the first exit, but she had no luck. We finally sat around a McDonald’s to discuss the situation but couldn’t come up with any reasonable remedies. We eventually decided there wasn’t much that we could do. We waited long enough for Allison to catch back up with us then we all just headed off without having found this mystery woman.
Both Cate and Anh tried to console me, as I was a mess wondering what this girl was going to do without us helping her through the difficult and confusing process. Cate went overboard in demonstrating her concern, constantly patting my back, holding me and stroking my hand. I kept looking out the window, hoping to see some sign of her as we headed out.
“We can’t just leave her out there,” I protested. I felt about ready to pull my hair out.
“What’s she likely to do if you aren’t there?” Mom asked.
“I don’t know,” I said, turning to look at Anh. She simply shrugged, answering that she didn’t know. No one had any reasonable solutions we could think of, and it was getting late. We couldn’t just sit around and fret about it indefinitely. I don’t remember ever feeling quite so lost before, despite knowing right where I was, just not where to go.
I was haunted by the idea that we were just abandoning this unknown girl. Mom offered that she’d probably be just fine without us, but I argued about what she’d do if she suddenly started seeing strange visions and lights with no one who could understand or explain any of them. They all shrugged that they had no idea and I felt no better about leaving her behind.
I spent the rest of the trip looking over my shoulder, glancing at passing cars, looking for young women by the side of the road trying to flag us down. What would someone do who had no idea where we were? I was frantic with worry for this unknown person by now. Both Cate and Anh were holding my hand and trying to comfort me. I think tears might have been running down my face. But, in the end, there was just nothing that I could do.
Here I’d just agreed to be responsible for watching over multiple women and I’d just lost one. Completely lost her. How the hell could I ever expect to help all the rest when I was helpless in this case? I felt terrible!
When we finally arrived at home quite a while later I was frazzled. I morosely helped unload the car then collapsed on my bed. Allison and Anh brought me a drink, something to eat, even a cool, damp cloth trying to revive me but I was out of it. I was despairing of some way I could possibly reach out to this person but had no clue how. I wanted to ask my father to drive us back, but knew it wouldn’t help. If I saw her now I wouldn’t recognize her so a search was meaningless. I eventually just let myself drift away into sleep, dinner, discussions, unpacking or entertainment all forgotten.
Thus ends the tale of our founder Alex’s initial experiences in New Orleans. Those experiences form the basis of everything that came after, including our rich culture. Each of us owe our lives, as they are now, to him and those around him in those early days.
My biography of Alex Jennings continues. In the second volume, Alex returns to his quiet little hometown where the likelihood of finding new followers is greatly reduced. This provides him the chance to complete his time as a ‘normal’ young man while also giving him time to consider what he is about to undertake. Much of what he learned there formed who he became years later.
(To be continued in Book 2)
Alex's adventures will continue, but in a whole new way. Now, instead of dealing with new strangers every day, he'll be dealing with the typical odd man out situation in high school, except with multiple women following him around.
The next book, to be posted on Thursday, is titled "Trying To Be Normal".
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