 
                        --===JUSTICE SEVEN===--
 
Justice Seven
 
Episode 4:
 
Strength to Weather the Storm
 
 
 
 
 
    The boy staggered back, his nose gushing blood.  He brought
his hand up to feel it, and the sharp pain that caused told him what he
needed to know.
 
    "You broke my fucking nose!" he bellowed, his voice now
very stuffy-sounding.
 
    "You touch my sister again, and I'll break more than your
goddamn nose, mother-fucker!"  Jim retorted.  "Nobody messes with
Laura, period!"
 
    The ignorant boy was considering the thought of going at it
again, but Jim, seeing this, stepped in and landed a solid punch to the
boy's solar plexus.  The boy dropped like a sack of potatoes, rolling
around on the ground in agony.  Jim wheeled on the kid's older -- but
not much bigger -- brother.
 
    "You going to do something?"
 
    The older brother -- Jim figured he was in college already
-- held up his hands.  "This was his fight, man.  I don't even *know*
your sister.  He just asked me to drive, is all."
 
    Jim could understand that, since he'd made Laura drive him
here.  She was standing over by a tree, the black eye still clear on
her face.  Jim wiped the blood from his own split lip off on his sleeve.
 
    "Your parents going to be pricks about this?"
 
    "He really hit a girl?"
 
    "That's what she said."
 
    "Nah.  Dad's liable to kick his ass again."
 
    Jim looked down at the lump of wriggling pain on the
ground.  "Stay away from my sister, or so help me I'll put you in the
hospital."  Jim's voice dripped with menace, and the other two boys
knew he meant it.
 
    Jim turned and walked back to his sister, flexing his
hand.  He didn't like fighting that much, but he had certain rules he
lived by, and one was that no one messed with Laura.  Just seeing the
black eye on her face made him want to turn around and beat the
ever-loving shit out of the boy again.
 
    "Are you okay?" she asked with sincere concern.  He could
tell she wasn't happy that he'd risked himself doing this, but that was
okay; he knew something she didn't.
 
    "Fine.  Lip is going to be sore, though."
 
    "Want me to kiss it and make it better?" she asked with a
chuckle.
 
    "Would you?" he responded, a daring look on his face.
 
    Laura turned her head.  She looked for the other two boys,
but they were walking away, the younger one limping.  Jim had really
worked him over.  *To protect you, Laura.*
 
    She leaned in quickly and kissed him, and just as quickly
pulled away.  Jim stared at her in shock, but she studiously ignored
the look on his face.  She instead put her arm around his back, and
walked close to him.  She loved him like the brother he wasn't.  Well,
that wasn't fair; her family had adopted him when she was only two;
they'd lived together for as long as she could remember, really. 
They'd made it clear that he was adopted, because he didn't look
anything like the rest of the family.  It didn't matter to Laura; he
was the gentlest soul she knew, at least toward her.  This wasn't the
first time he'd beaten someone up for her, but it was the first time
the person in question had been bigger than him.
 
    "Thanks, Jim.  But I wish you wouldn't take chances like
that over me."
 
    "Sis, *no one* messes with my sister.  Especially not some
asshole like that.  Besides, you're about the only friend I've got.  I
have to stand up for you."
 
    "It's not you standing up for me that worries me.  It's you
getting knocked down for me that's a problem."
 
    He laughed at her.  "Don't worry about me, Sis.  I ain't
met anyone yet both dumb enough to mess with you, and able to take me
in a fight."
 
    The pair walked back to the car quietly.
 
    "Mom's gonna have a hissy fit," Laura said.
 
    "Yeah, I know.  Dad will calm her down, I hope."
 
    As they drove home, Laura looked over at her brother. 
She'd kissed him as a joke, really, but it was something she'd
fantasized about doing more than once.  It wasn't as good as she'd
hoped, perhaps because he'd been surprised.
 
    *Maybe I'll try again sometime when he's ready for it.*
 
 
 
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    The pair arrived home just behind their father.  He waved,
but didn't wait for them.
 
    "Oh, joy.  They're both home," Jim said morosely.
 
    "You're the one who wanted to do it."
 
    He flashed a look at her.  "I didn't *want to*, Laura.  You
think I like getting into fights?"
 
    "Then why did you do it?"  She stared intently at him,
waiting to see what he would say.
 
    "Because you're my sister, dammit!"  He turned his head to
face the window, and mumbled something else, which she didn't catch.
 
    "What?" she asked.
 
    He turned back to her, and mumbled, scarcely louder, "I
love you, okay?  Did you hear me that time, or are you going to make me
repeat it again?"  He looked a little wounded.
 
    Laura leaned over and hugged her brother.  He didn't like
saying that kind of thing, and she hadn't *meant* to make him repeat
it, but she needed to know what he'd said.  "Thanks, Jim.  I love you,
too.  And I like that you stand up for me, but... I worry."
 
    "Yeah, well... if you'd just stop pissing guys off," he
said, his voice a little lighter, "I wouldn't have to cool them down so
hard."
 
    She stuck out her tongue at him, and then they both got out
of the car.
 
 
 
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    "Jesus!" Diane Matthews cried upon seeing her son.  "What
happened to you?"  His lip was split, his cheek was scraped, and there
was a lot of blood on his shirt.  Their father turned around, just as
Laura came in behind Jim.
 
    Diane almost fainted.  "What the hell happened?"
 
    Simon Matthews, their father, was a little cooler about the
situation.  "What's going on, Jim?"
 
    "Daddy..." Laura started, but a glance told her he would
hear from her in a minute.
 
    Jim said, "One of the boys from the skating rink gave her a
black eye.  I had a little talk with him."
 
    "A talk doesn't result in... how much of this blood is
yours?" his mother demanded.
 
    "Almost none of it," he answered quietly.
 
    His father stared at him for a few moments.  To Laura, he
said, "Did he get the right guy?"
 
    "Yeah."
 
    Looking back to Jim, he asked, "How bad?"
 
    "Broken nose, maybe a couple cracked ribs."
 
    "Anyone see you?"
 
    "His brother was there.  He said their parents would be
cool about it."
 
    "We'll see.  I've covered your butt once already, young
man.  While I agree with you on standing up for your sister, and I'm
proud that you do it, you've got to consider the consequences in
today's legal atmosphere.  Why don't you two wash up for dinner?"
 
    "Simon!" Diane nearly screamed.
 
    "What?  You expect me to get mad because he defended his
sister?"
 
    "He could have been seriously hurt!"
 
    "Diane, please.  The kid's been in at least ten fights a
year since he entered grade school.  If there's one person in this
family I am *not* worried about getting hurt in a fist-fight, it's
*him*."
 
    Jim and Laura slipped out.  This was an old conversation. 
Their mother hated the idea that they could get hurt.  Their father
worried about being sued.  Both of them would get over it, and they
wouldn't dare punish Jim for it; after all, they'd raised him that way.
 
    When Jim went into his room, Laura followed him, and closed
the door.
 
    "How far would you have gone?" she asked.
 
    "What do you mean?"
 
    "What if he'd... oh, broken my jaw?"
 
    "You don't want to know."  He wasn't facing her, he was
looking in his closet for a new shirt.  This one would probably be
trashed.  He could feel her behind him, but he didn't turn around just
yet.  When he found a decent T-shirt, he pulled the dirty one off and
threw it on the dresser, where it wouldn't touch other clothes. 
Suddenly, he felt bare arms encircle his bare chest.  He could feel her
soft cheek against his shoulder.  He turned around to see what she was
doing.  

    Laura hugged her brother tightly.  She still wasn't sure if
he was serious about what he'd do to someone that hurt her, but she
knew he cared.  He seemed to care about her more than his own safety,
and that brought out something in her that she couldn't readily
describe.
 
    Jim was a little lost as to what he was supposed to do.  He
had no experience with girls, and even his sister holding him like this
was giving him a raging hard-on, which he was sure she could feel. 
Finally, deciding that he looked and felt stupid with his hands held
out away from his body, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug.  She
squeezed him more tightly, and moved slightly.  That's when he really
felt her tits, beneath her shirt and bra.  She looked at him, and
smiled.
 
    *I think he might be ready now...*
 
    Laura leaned in, and kissed him again.  Again, he was
shocked, but not quite so badly as the first time.  It took him only a
couple seconds before he responded, his lips moving against hers.  His
hands didn't stray from their spots on her back, but he pulled her
somewhat more tightly to him.
 
    They kissed for several seconds before they finally broke
it off.  Laura smiled, but she could see the uncertain look in her
brother's eyes.
 
    "Laura?"
 
    "Thank you," was all she said.  She slowly let him go, and
backed to the door, smiling at him.  Finally, she opened it, and was
gone.  Jim stood there for a solid five minutes before his brain even
kicked into gear enough to reach for the shirt he'd decided on.
 
    *What the hell was that?*  The immediate answer his brain
came back with was, *damn nice, that's what!*
 
 
 
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    Jennifer covered her head with the pillow as the loud
voices continued.  Tears rolled down her cheeks as more shouting was
heard, followed by a series of heavy bangs.  Then there was silence. 
She didn't move; she didn't uncover her head.  For a few, brief
moments, she hoped the world had ended right then and there.  Certainly
her world seemed to be coming apart.  She couldn't handle this; it was
more than she could take.
 
    Suddenly, there was a presence next to her, and that
presence sat down on the bed beside her.  Stacy Young took her daughter
into her arms and held her, rocking back and forth slowly.  Eventually,
Jen dropped the pillow, and her mother cradled Jen's head against her
chest.  The two sat quietly for some moments.
 
    It took Jen a while to realize that her mom was crying,
too.  The two hugged tightly, together in their misery.
 
    "Your father is leaving me.  He's getting a divorce," Stacy
said, her voice tight with grief, and working to keep it under control
for her daughter's sake.  "You need to decide who you want to stay
with."
 
    "I wanna stay with you," Jen answered immediately.
 
    "Oh, Honey, that's sweet, but it's something you do need to
really think about.  Unfortunately, I'm going to be late for work as it
is, or we could talk this out.  Tonight, I promise, okay?"
 
    "Okay, Mom.  Love you."
 
    Stacy kissed her daughter on the cheek, stroking Jen's
long, fiery red hair.  "I love you, too, Sweetheart."  Jen watched her
mother go.  She looked very strong and authoritative in her uniform. 
Stacy's mother was a police officer, and even though she worked inside
headquarters, she was still a cop.  She didn't carry the gun at work,
but she damn well knew how to use it, and Stacy was not a woman to be
messed with.  That's why Jen had never worried about her father
becoming abusive.  At least not physically.  As she sat there, curled
up on her bed, though, she realized that there were other forms of
abuse.
 
    The tears came again, and didn't stop for quite some time.
 
 
 
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    Over the next few days, things at the Young house grew much
worse.  Michael Young had been sleeping around on his wife, and it was
clear that he was going to continue to do so, even though Stacy now
knew about it.  The divorce proceedings would take weeks, and Michael
made it clear that he was not moving out.
 
    Stacy thought about getting a restraining order, but they
didn't give those for yelling, and Michael had been very careful never
to raise a hand to his wife.  He knew what she would do, apart from
probably dislocating his shoulder.
 
    For Jennifer, this was the purest form of hell.  Her mother
had moved into the guest bedroom, unwilling to sleep in the same bed
with her adulterous, and now estranged, husband.  Michael had once even
had the gall to bring his bimbo home and screw her in his bedroom.  Jen
had found that disgusting, but luckily Stacy had not been home at the
time.
 
    Jen was beginning to wear down.  She didn't have a very
large reserve of self-esteem and self-control to draw upon, and day by
day, she was losing what little she had.
 
    It started as little things.  She would get a shock off
doorknobs, even though it wasn't dry enough for such charges.  When she
would sit down at her desk, papers would blow off in all directions. 
She tried to ignore it at first, but it started to get worse.  Her
morning tea would be cold before she got it to her lips.  She couldn't
eat a Popsicle, because it would melt in under a minute.
 
    *Oh, no, not again.  I don't need this now!*  Jen tried to
restrict herself to her bedroom.  She didn't go out, she didn't
socialize with the few people she felt even mildly comfortable around.
 
    It came to a head one night when Jen was helping her mother
make dinner.  Michael was off with his floozy, and the two were alone. 
Jen was trying to blend a sauce, as her mother talked to her about what
was going on.  This was not helping Jen at all, and as her emotions
built up, she felt it let go.
 
    A sudden, large spark arced from her hand to the blender,
several times.  Her mother turned at the bright flash just as the
blender container exploded.  Luckily, it was plastic, so neither of
them was hurt, but the mess was incredible.
 
    "Oh, my God!" Stacy screamed.  "Jen, are you all right?"
 
    Jen was badly shaken.  She'd not seen a spark that strong
before.  Trying to throw off the effects of seeing her power, she said,
"I'm fine, but I think the blender is shot."
 
    Stacy took her daughter by the arm and looked her over,
looking for burns or cuts.
 
    "Mom, I'm fine."
 
    "Damn Proctor-Silex.  They're getting a nasty letter."
 
    Jen knew she couldn't hide from her mother anymore.  Sooner
or later, something less normal than an electrical spark would happen,
and then what?
 
    "Mom, it... wasn't the blender."
 
    "What do you mean?  The spark came from the blender, the
blender is junk..."  She paused, seeing the look in her daughter's eyes.
 
    Jen sat down at the table, and her mother did the same. 
"It wasn't the *blender*.  It was *me*."  Before her mother could
protest, she raised her hand so that she could continue.  "I know what
you're going to say.  No, I don't think I'm 'jinxed' or something. 
I... uh... how to put this?  There are things I can do.
 
    "Do you remember, when I was little, how it seemed like
storms used to come to me?  Remember the one where they could never
explain why it had made that radical turn?"
 
    "Baby, that was all..."
 
    "Completely right, Mom.  I learned how to stop doing it
when I was eight, and then the weird storms went away, but I can bring
them back.  I know how."
 
    "Jen, I know you're under a bit of strain..."
 
    "I don't expect you to believe me without proof."  Jen
pointed to the cabinet behind her, with its door standing wide open. 
"See the cabinet?"  It was at least ten feet away.
 
    "Yeah..."
 
    Jen concentrated, and slitted her eyes.  A strong wind came
up from out of nowhere, and the cabinet door slammed shut.  It was much
harder than Jen had intended, but it made her point.
 
    "How did you..." Stacy asked, looking at her daughter.
 
    "I can make air move just by thinking about it.  There are
other things, too."
 
    "How long?"
 
    "As long as I can remember, with the storms.  The wind
thing started about when I was nine.  At first, it was really weak; it
was just enough to blow your hair around.  But it got stronger."
 
    "You said there were other things?"
 
    "If the conditions are right, I can call down lightning
from the sky.  You remember the shed that burned down last year?"
 
    "Yeah."
 
    "That was me.  I didn't mean to do it, but I was trying to
learn to control the lightning, and, well... oops."  Her mother smiled
at her.  They hadn't lost anything important in the shed.
 
    "That was about when I noticed you dropping away from your
friends," her mother said with concern.
 
    "They were never really friends, Mom... but, yeah.  I
didn't want anyone to know.  I don't want to be the freak of the
school.  Who wants to be pointed at and gawked at just 'cause you can
do some weird things?"
 
    Stacy Young took her daughter's hand and squeezed.  "I
understand, Sweetheart.  What else can you do?"
 
    Jen closed her eyes and concentrated.  Stacy Young
immediately started to sweat.  "God, it's getting hot in here..."  She
realized her daughter was not sweating.  All of a sudden, the room
turned violently cold.  Condensation formed on everything.   "Jesus! 
Okay, kiddo, stop it before I get sick!"  Her voice was light, and she
added a chuckle as the room temperature turned back to normal.
 
    "I can control temperature, but it's limited... I don't
know how far, really."
 
    "How did you keep this from us?"
 
    "I just didn't use it around you.  It's not that hard to
not use it... well, until lately."
 
    "What's the matter?"
 
    "All this crud with Dad.  I feel like everything's out of
control.  I can't seem to get a grip on anything, and I can't control
my powers."
 
    It was the first time she'd used the word *power*, and the
thought of it made Stacy Young shudder.  Her daughter would be shunned,
and she would also be highly sought after by the scientific community. 
Could she control global weather?  Could she break droughts, cancel
floods, do away with El Niņo?  They would all want to know, and what
kind of life would that be for her daughter?
 
    Stacy got up and hugged her daughter.  "I don't know what
to say, Jen.  I wish I had something helpful to tell you.  I won't tell
anyone about this, I promise."
 
    "Thanks, Mom."  Jen hugged her mother back.
 
    "We need to clean up this mess, though, before it gets
worse."
 
    "Sorry."
 
    "Not your fault.  Blame it on your father."
 
 
 
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    Jim dumped his school bag on his desk, bent down to scoop
up Riggs, the cat, and then flopped down on his bed.  He was in an
extremely bad mood.  He liked being back at school, and he'd settled in
quickly, even after only two days.  That was not the problem.
 
    The problem was Rachel Mandrake.  He'd asked her to a
movie.  He didn't mind so much that she'd said no; he'd expected that. 
What he had not expected nor wanted was that she would make a fool of
him in front of all of her friends.  He'd asked her quietly, but she
had openly laughed in his face, and then called over her gang to laugh
with her.  Jim had slinked away, feeling like a relative of pond scum.
 
    Riggs wasn't apparently all that interested in him, either,
as he fussed at being petted.  It was just then that Laura appeared in
the doorway.  She had a bright smile on her face, and he wished he was
in as good a mood as she appeared to be.
 
    "Figure that's as close as you're going to get to a pussy?"
she asked.  She was teasing him, but it wasn't hurtful, or wouldn't
have been, on any other day.
 
    "Yeah," he said sourly, finally letting Riggs go, who
hopped down and trotted out of the room.  "And even that one doesn't
seem to want anything to do with me."
 
    Laura could see that her comment had salted an unintended
wound.  She stepped in and closed the door.  Normally, she didn't get
involved in Jim's social life, but ever since she'd kissed him -- an
act they'd repeated over the previous week and a half -- she felt very
close to him.  She walked over and lay down next to him.  He moved over
to give her enough room.  He was lying on his back, but she lay on her
side, facing him.
 
    "What happened?"
 
    "What, you mean you didn't hear?  I figured the entire damn
high school would know by now."
 
    Laura ran her hand gently along her brother's forehead,
pushing his hair out of his eyes.  Then she lay her hand on his chest. 
"Why don't you tell me?"
 
    Jim really liked having his sister with him.  He was
feeling very strange about having her touch him like this, as if he
were just another boy.  He didn't really know what to do, but it was
uncomfortable for him to have his arm between them, so he tried to slip
that up and out of the way.  In doing so, he inadvertently brushed his
sister's tits.  He gasped slightly, and in doing so, he missed the
brief smile that crossed her face.
 
    Now, with his arm up and out of the way, he didn't really
know what to *do* with it.  Finally, just because it was the least
awkward thing he could think of, he put his hand under his head.
 
    Laura moved closer with his arm out of the way.  She hoped
he'd get the idea and put his hand on her back, but she wasn't going to
push him.  She waited, patiently, while he decided what he wanted to
tell her.
 
    "I guess you know Rachel Mandrake, right?"
 
    "Oh, yeah.  Even the seniors know about Rich Rachel." 
Rachel Mandrake was, in fact, no richer than the rest of the school,
but she flaunted it to the extreme.
 
    "I asked her out today."
 
    Laura tensed.  *So that's it.*  She'd heard there was an
incident, but she hadn't gotten any details.  *What did that cow do to
him?*
 
    "I take it she said no," Laura said carefully.
 
    "And then some.  She laughed in my face."  Laura didn't
have to look in his eyes to see the hurt there; it was plain in his
voice.
 
    "I'm sorry," she said, and meant it.  She hated that people
judged her brother on his appearance.  He was 5'8" tall, with short
black hair.  He was kind of plain looking, and he was overweight.  None
of that mattered to Laura, of course.  To her he was just the kindest
spirit she'd ever met.
 
    When Laura laid her head on his shoulder, her hand reaching
around to embrace him, Jim finally allowed his arm to come down from up
on his pillow.  She snuggled into the crook of his arm as his hand came
down against her side, just below her breast.  She was tempted to...
but, no, she didn't want to trick him into it.
 
    They lay together for quite a while, Laura just letting him
hold her.  She loved how his fingers made small, soft circles against
her skin.  Even through her T-shirt, it felt wonderful.  She wondered
if he knew that, or if it was just something he did naturally.
 
    After some time, he used his other hand against her chin to
gently get her to look up at him.  She did, and her heart broke and
swelled at the same time.  The pain was still there, but there was also
his love and caring for her, and right then, if Rachel Mandrake had
been in the room, Laura would have repaid her debt to Jim over the
fight the previous week.
 
    "Sis, can we kiss some more?"
 
    In response, Laura slid up his body until their mouths were
even.  Their lips pressed together softly at first, and then more
heatedly.  She'd spent one very pleasant evening teaching him how to
French kiss her, and he practiced now, his tongue slipping out and
against her lips, gently probing until she gave in, parting her lips to
allow his tongue access.  It slipped into her mouth and against her own
tongue, and they remained that way, tongues plying each other as their
lips moved against each other.
 
    Jim really had grown to like this.  Laura kissed him at
least once a day, although not quite this warmly.  He was rock hard,
and he'd long since given up worrying about the fact that it was his
sister that was doing that to him.  As he lay there, embracing his
beautiful sister, his mind reached out and made sure the door was
locked.
 
    Jim caressed his sister's back, and slowly, very
tentatively, he slipped his hand down onto her jean-covered ass.  Laura
moaned against him, and her tongue trembled as his hand drew more
insistent circles on her ass cheek.  He figured he must be doing
something right, and so he kept it up.
 
    Eventually, they had to break off their kissing.  It was
close to dinner time, and they didn't want to get caught.  Laura was
out of breath, and she noted that, though they weren't kissing, he was
still fondling her ass.  She loved the feel of his hand on her bottom,
and she hoped he wouldn't stop until they had to get up.
 
    "Does that bother you?" he asked, indicating his hand.
 
    "Uh-uh," she answered.  "I love it."  She snuggled against
him again, and his hand continued to ply her butt.
 
    "Jim?" she asked.
 
    "Yeah?"
 
    "When you go to bed tonight... what time do you think that
would be?"
 
    "I'm usually in bed at 10:30, why?"
 
    "Well... I might want to talk to you before bed, okay?"
 
    "Sure.  You know I don't mind being with you, Sis."
 
    Her body trembled at the thought of it.
 
 
 
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    Jim made it through dinner without trouble, though he got a
couple of funny looks from Laura that he didn't understand at all.  He
had finished his homework, showered, and then told his parents
good-night.  Laura was, they said, already in bed.
 
    *Guess she decided she didn't want to talk.*  He switched
off the light and walked toward his bed.  His room was bathed with
light from the streetlights and the bright full moon, so he could see
quite well.  He'd just gotten under the covers when there was a very
soft knock on the door.  He didn't say anything, but it opened,
allowing someone to slip inside before it closed again.  This time, he
heard the lock click.
 
    "You still awake?" she whispered.
 
    "I hope so, I just got here," he replied back in low tones.
 
    Laura padded across the room to his bed.  She was wearing
her nightgown, and was barefoot.  He expected her to just lay on top of
the covers next to him, but she didn't.  She lifted the covers and slid
in next to him.  Immediately, she resumed her position from earlier,
her head on his shoulder, her arm across his chest.  Only this time,
his chest was bare, and her hand burned a hot trail across it as it
moved.  When she'd settled, he could feel the fullness of her large
tits pressing against him through her thin nightgown, and he knew she
wasn't wearing a bra.
 
    *Of course not.  Not to sleep in, you twit.*
 
    But to suddenly feel those wonderful mounds separated from
his body by only the thinnest of fabric, Jim's mind was not thinking
entirely clearly.  His hand fell back onto her side as it had earlier,
and he made small circles against her waist.  He felt her shiver at his
touch.
 
    "I love you, Jim," she said softly.
 
    He hated it when she did that.  He knew he was supposed to
answer back, and yes, he did love his sister, but he didn't want to
*say* it.
 
    Nevertheless, say it, he did.  "Love you, too."  Laura
reached up, and they began to kiss again.  Her tongue pressed to his
lips this time, and he admitted it, allowing their slippery dance to
begin.
 
    This time, however, Laura rolled somewhat, so that she was
lying almost on top of Jim.  Her knee slid between his legs, allowing
her crotch to rest firmly against his thigh.  She could feel him harden
almost instantly, and that would have brought a smile to her lips, if
they weren't otherwise engaged.
 
    Laura ran her hands over Jim's skin, encouraging him to do
likewise.  Eventually, his free hand joined the other in caressing her
back and sides, carefully avoiding the one area she really wanted him
to touch.  Soon, his hands slipped back down onto her ass, and he
squeezed tenderly.  She moaned against him again, letting him know she
approved of his actions.
 
    Soon, Laura's heat was radiating throughout her body, and
she really needed more than she was getting.  She knew she'd have to
lead Jim by the hand, but that was okay with her, so long as he was
willing to participate.
 
    Finally, she broke their kiss.  Her hips had already begun
moving against his thigh, and she was sure he could feel the moisture
there.  She pulled at her nightgown, moving her knees a little bit and
sitting up.  She could see him looking over her body in the light
streaming through his windows.  Why he didn't ask their parents for
shades, she would never know.
 
    She pulled her gown away from her body, and looked down at
it.  "Eww.  I've got a wet spot on this.  I can't sleep with it like
that."  Before Jim could make any response at all, she said, "Well, if
I can't sleep in it, I don't guess I need it at all."  She quickly
whipped the garment off over her head, and dropped it on the floor
beside the bed.
 
    She heard a sharp intake of breath, and looked back to her
brother.  His eyes were clearly fixated on her breasts, and his mouth
was parted in an awed expression of wonder.  Laura ran her hands up her
abdomen, and cupped her tits.
 
    "Do you like them?" she asked softly.
 
    Jim could not speak.  He managed, just barely, to shake his
head positively, his eyes never leaving the wonderful sight before
him.  Laura smiled softly, mostly to herself, and then laid her body
deliberately against him.  She made sure to drag her nipples along his
skin as much as she could.  She could feel his cock straining against
his briefs, pressing hotly against her leg.  She wanted at that, but
she was patient.
 
    Once she was lying against him again, she returned to
kissing him.  Their kisses were briefer, but no less passionate than
before.  Finally, Jim got up the nerve to ask the question that had
consumed his mind.
 
    "Laura, can I... can I touch them?"
 
    *I thought he'd never ask.*  "Sure,  Here, give me your
hands."  She took his hands and brought them up to her breasts.  She
was willing to endure a large amount of discomfort at what she expected
would be enthusiastic pawing on his part.
 
    Instead, Jim very gently caressed the skin of her tits,
running his fingers along the outer swell, pressing more firmly against
the underside.  He took some time before he finally moved his fingers
inward, and brushed them over her nipples.  Those nubs had long since
hardened, and were standing proud from her large, dark areolas.  His
fingers passed over them time and again, sending shivers throughout
Laura's body.  Suddenly, she felt a strong, but she thought imaginary,
pull on her body to move forward.  She bent over, and found, to her
delight, that her nipple slipped neatly into Jim's mouth.
 
    Jim tongued Laura's nipple and sucked on her tit.  After a
while, he switched to the other one.  He could only assume that her
continued moans and mewls meant that he was getting it right.  He
hadn't had the nerve to ask her if he could do this, but he did have a
slight advantage over her.  Of course, he couldn't use that advantage
too often, or she'd begin to wonder what the hell was going on, but
this time, he'd gotten away with it.
 
    He continued to lick and caress Laura's tit, and she moaned
almost continuously.  Finally, she shuddered, and he felt a warmth
spread against his leg.  He realized, from his Internet reading, that
she had just come.  He released her tit from his mouth, and he looked
up at her.
 
    Laura was looking down at her brother with awe.  Only one
guy before had ever even managed to give her an orgasm.  Her brother
had just done it without ever touching her pussy.  She needed a
breather, but she was bound and determined to make love to him now.
 
    She slipped herself down against him, and kissed him
passionately.  His hands slipped onto her ass before he even thought
about it, and though he tensed, he didn't move his hands.  Laura
groaned to ease his worry, and because it felt marvelous.
 
    After a few minutes, Laura was growing more aroused again,
and she decided to go for broke.  She pulled away from Jim, who
immediately let her go.  She swiveled, to look down at his underwear. 
She could see a huge wet spot on them.  Glancing back at him, she knew
that he saw where she was looking, and was embarrassed to have come in
his underwear.
 
    *At least it solves one problem,* she thought to herself. 
She reached down, and started to pull on the waistband of his briefs. 
Before he thought to ask what she was doing, his hips cooperated with
her by lifting, and she had his underwear down and off in a second. 
She looked down at his semi-hard shaft, and a deep hunger burned within
her.
 
    Laura reached down and gently took hold of Jim's prick.  He
groaned at the feel of her hand, but when her lips touched the head of
his cock, he nearly cried out.  He stifled the sound, so his parents
wouldn't hear, but it was still a bit loud.  Laura concerned herself
with it for perhaps a quarter second before she moved her lips further
onto his pole.  Her lips and tongue worked together to get him fully
hard once again, ready for penetration.
 
    When Laura pulled her mouth off Jim's prick, she held it in
place with her hand.  As she straddled his hips, she felt Jim tense.
 
    "Laura, what are you doing?"
 
    "Shhh," she said in reply.  Before he could protest
further, her pussy lips were nestling against his cock head.  Slowly,
she relaxed her thighs, and her body slipped down onto him.  Laura let
out a soft sigh of enjoyment, and Jim uttered a low groan of intense
disbelief at the pleasure he was feeling.
 
    Once she'd impaled herself fully on him, Laura sat mostly
still, swiveling only her hips for a few seconds.  "Jim," she said, and
he looked to her.  "I know this is supposed to be 'wrong' and
everything, but I've had feelings about you for quite a while. 
Somewhere out there is a girl for you, one that will treat you the
exact opposite of what Rachel did."  *And that bitch and I will have
words, yet.*  "Until that happens, I want you to remember that your
sister loves you."
 
    With that, Laura shifted her position, leaning further
forward.  As she began to move on Jim's cock, her tits swung in front
of his eyes.  He could not help himself, and he leaned up, taking a
nipple between his lips.  As he sucked on it, and his tongue rolled
over it, Laura let out a low groan.  She was setting up a fairly fast
pace, because she needed to come soon.
 
    Jim's hips soon were in sync with Laura, and he was rising
up to meet her every down stroke.  The two moved together in passion
and in unity.  They kept their cries strangled, but they both knew that
on Thursdays, both of their parents were so absorbed in television,
they might not hear a small train outside.  

    Finally, Jim felt confident enough to lead a little bit. 
He pulled his sister down to him, causing her to stop moving.  Fully
impaled on her brother, she loved the sensation.  He kissed her
strongly, and as he held her like that, he rolled them over.  Now,
supported on his elbows, he looked down at his beautiful, amazing,
wonderful sister, and he smiled.
 
    "I love you, too, Sis," he said, strongly and with
conviction.  She smiled for just a moment before he started to thrust,
*hard*, into her, and then her smile was erased by a look of pure awe
and lust.
 
    Jim began to move his hips back and forth, and in circles,
and grinding against his sister.  He didn't really know what he was
doing at all, but so long as she seemed happy, he'd keep it up.  Laura
was writhing beneath him, and it was clear from the way her pussy was
clenching at his cock that she was close to orgasm.  Seeing her like
that brought him very nearly there himself.
 
    The two thrust and pushed against each other for another
long moment, and then, almost as if a light switch had been thrown,
they came together.  Jim spewed his cum into Laura's grasping, hot
cunt, and Laura twisted and wriggled beneath him, lost in her world of
ecstasy.
 
    Finally, spent, Jim pulled out of his sister, and rolled to
his side.  He could see that Laura was still trying to catch her
breath, and so he didn't say anything, but he did embrace her, his arm
resting softly against the bottom of her breasts.  He liked how that
felt.
 
    Laura managed, after another minute, to get her bearings. 
She looked over at her brother, and a wondrous smile crossed her face. 
"Where in the hell did you learn to do that?" she asked.  "Here I was,
thinking I was your first..."
 
    "You *were* my first!" Jim interrupted with some despair.
 
    "If that was your first time at sex, Jim... I want to know
what your second time is gonna be like!"
 
    Laura rolled against him, and the two hugged.  They kissed
softly this time, and held each other.  Neither of them considered the
consequences of what they'd just done before they fell asleep in each
other's arms.
 
 
 
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    Jim came into his room with a smile on his face.  His
sister had, in fact, found out what he would be like the second time. 
And the third, fourth, and fifth times, as well.  He tossed his book
bag toward the corner, keeping an eye on it as it sailed through the
air.  It landed with a much gentler *thud* than it should have, but
that didn't surprise Jim.
 
    Life had developed into a very nice thing all of a sudden. 
Jim hadn't realized the depth of his sister's feelings for him, but he
had to admit that, since last Thursday when they'd first slept
together, he had admitted a lot of his own feelings for her, as well. 
Not to *her*, but to himself.  Hiding it from their parents was a trick
they were both still learning, and they'd nearly gotten caught once.
 
    That thought scared him to death.  If his father found out,
he'd lecture at them both at length.  If their mother found out...
well, Jim didn't want to think about the hysterics involved.  So, he
would just be very careful with his sister.
 
    Thinking about her distracted him from his usual tasks, and
he didn't even think about it when he lifted his shirt off the bed, six
feet away, and brought it to his hand.  What he didn't prepare for was
his mother coming to the door just then.
 
    "Jim, what do you think... what is *that*?"  she pointed to
his shirt, floating mid-way between the bed and his hand.
 
    Jim thought quickly.  He'd considered what to say if anyone
ever saw him doing this, and he picked one of the few choices he'd come
up with.  "Uh, just a magic trick, Mom."  He reached over and grabbed
the shirt.  Yanking it over his head, he spun around to show 'no
strings', and said, "Tada!  Well, what do you think?"
 
    "That's very impressive, Honey.  How long have you been
doing magic?"
 
    "Oh, a while."
 
    "How come you never told us?"
 
    "I didn't think it was good enough."
 
    "Jim, that was *very* good!  You should show that to
people!"
 
    *Oh, Lord, here we go...*
 
    "The next time we have company over, you should put on a
little show."
 
    *Fuck.  Well, it's my own fault... I guess I'd better work
up a routine.  Blech.*
 
    "Okay, Mom.  If you think it's worth watching."
 
    "Oh, it is!"
 
    "Thanks.  What was it you wanted, anyway?"
 
    "Oh, right.  Well, your father's on his trip, so I was
wondering what you thought we should have for dinner."
 
    Jim thought about it for a bit.  There was still plenty of
time before they would normally have dinner.  His favorite meal was
lasagna, but his sister preferred pizza.
 
    "Why don't we make some homemade pizza for dinner?"
 
    "*We?*" his mother asked.  "Are you offering to help?"
 
    "Sure."
 
    "Okay, then.  That's what we'll do.  C'mon, we'd better get
started now if we want to be done at normal dinner time."
 
    He followed his mother down the stairs, to help make
dinner, which was a thank you to his sister more than it was to help
his mother.
 
 
 
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    Jen was very upset.  She'd just come from court, where they
had argued over custody of 'the female minor', as the court documents
put it.  She didn't want to be a *female minor*, she didn't want to be
a point of contention.  She wanted to stay with her mother, and at
least the judge had listened to her attentively.  The issue would not
be resolved for some days, however.
 
    She didn't want to be back at school, either, but her
mother had insisted that she couldn't miss more school than she had to
over this 'bullshit'.  She had checked in at the office with her mom,
and they had told her to head to class.  She moped her way down the
hall, completely oblivious to the small vortex of wind that was
swirling around her.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Jim looked up when he heard the classroom door open.  He'd
finished dissecting his worm five minutes ago, and was only doing
paperwork now.  He worked alone because no one else seemed to want to
be around him.  It was typical for him, but that didn't make him like
it any more.  He saw Jen enter, and he couldn't help but stare.  Her
flowing red hair surrounded her beautiful face, and that face topped a
marvelous body.  He could see the distress in her pretty hazel eyes,
though, and he wondered what that was about.
 
    Not that he would ever ask her, of course.  He'd considered
asking her out a couple of times since the year had begun, but after
the Rachel Incident, which had not gone away, even after nearly two
weeks, he decided to return to his shell and stay there.
 
    That didn't stop him from eyeing her, however.  She walked
over to Mr. Donovan, and handed him her office pass.  He nodded to her,
and said something that Jim couldn't hear.  She turned and walked back
in his direction, for that's where her lab partner was.  Jim noticed a
quick snap of the state flag held on its stick above the chalkboard. 
That quick glance upward was important.
 
    As Jen passed a set of shelves containing some student
experiments, the vortex she had been causing vibrated the steel
shelves.  Several of the beakers were a little too close to the edge,
and they began to rattle closer and closer.  Just as she got under
them, the vibrations at their worst, they tipped off the shelf.
 
    Jim saw it, and he saw it happen.  He knew what was in
those beakers was not something you wanted to be splashed with.  In an
instant, he knew he couldn't keep the liquid from spilling.  He only
had one other option, and he took it.
 
    "Look out!" he screamed.  That was only to cover what he
did next.  His mind pushed outward, its millions of hands forming a
very firm wall.  He slammed that wall rather ungently into Jen, who was
tossed backward about three feet.  She lost her footing and fell, but
the beakers crashed to the floor, spilling their acidic contents on the
spot where she would have been.
 
    Jim was already up and moving.  He worried that he'd been
too harsh with her, but he'd had to do it fast, or she would have ended
up wearing whatever was in the beakers.  The rest of the class was
barely starting to react by the time he reached her.  She was still
lying on the floor, seemingly a bit dizzy.
 
    Jim knelt down beside her.  "Are you okay?" he asked with
concern.  He hesitated to touch her, but he needed to see if she was
hurt.  He very gently probed her head and neck, but she finally turned
her eyes on him.  When their eyes met, she smiled.  He let go of her,
and then offered his hand to help her sit up.
 
    When she was sitting, she looked at the mess on the floor,
and then back at him.  Something clicked in her mind, and he could see
the thought form on her face.  Suddenly, she threw her arms around him
in a fierce hug.  Jim hugged back, and had to quickly remind himself
this was *not* his sister, and they were in public.  Jim could feel the
presence of Mr. Donovan next to him, and so he very gently pulled Jen
away from him, and then looked up.
 
    "Are you all right, Jen?" Mr. Donovan asked with some
concern.
 
    "Yes, sir," she answered.  "Thanks to, uh, Jim's warning." 
Her hesitation told him that she knew he'd done something else.  He
wondered how he could get her not to tell anyone.  Then he considered,
and realized that, if she were going to talk, she'd have done it right
then.
 
    "I'm glad for that," Mr. Donovan said sincerely.  "If
you're okay, then go and have a seat.  Good job, Jim," Mr. Donovan said
with a smile as he turned to survey the damage.
 
    Jim stood up, and then offered Jen his hand.  She stood,
but was a little shaky on her feet.  He held her hand until she seemed
stable, and then let go.  He smiled at her, but he turned and went back
to his own desk.  He wasn't going to push his luck any further than he
had.
 
    Jim returned to doing his paperwork, and was concentrating
intently on it.  He didn't notice when Jen came and sat down beside
him.  He ignored the teacher as he tried to mop up the spill after
neutralizing whatever was in the beakers.  When he finished with his
lab report, he looked up, and that's when he was startled.
 
    "Hi," she said quietly.  Jim just blushed and looked back
down at his papers.
 
    Jen leaned over and whispered, "I think we need to talk." 
Jim knew what she meant, and his skin went from blushing to pale.
 
    "Do you bring your lunch, or buy it?" she asked.
 
    "I bring my lunch," he said.  This was a simple question he
could wrap his mind around.
 
    "Okay.  Meet me on the bleachers for lunch, okay?"
 
    "Okay."
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    They didn't speak to each other for the rest of the class,
though Jen did stay seated next to him.  He took out his textbook and
studied for their upcoming test.  It wasn't hard for him; Jim
assimilated information from textbooks the same way some people
assimilate lunch: quickly and without much thought.
 
    And here he was, with his lunch.  It was one he was sure he
would *not* assimilate quickly.  He walked with some amount of dread
out to the athletic field.  She was already sitting there, near the top
and off to one side.  He climbed past two other people to get to her,
and then he sat down, placing his lunch between them as a buffer zone.
 He was not at all comfortable with this meeting.
 
    "Hi," she said softly.
 
    "Hey."  Jim dug into his lunch and pulled out a sandwich. 
He noticed that she did not have a lunch with her.  "You don't have a
lunch?"
 
    "No, I normally eat the school food.  But I needed to talk
to you, away from everyone else."
 
    Jim reached into his bag.  He always ate two sandwiches for
lunch, but he wasn't about to be *that* rude.  He offered it to her.
 
    "Thank you," she said with a big smile.  Her fingers
touched his as she took the sandwich, and he thought she had very soft
skin.
 
    For a few moments, they ate together in silence.  Jim
didn't know what he was supposed to say or do under the circumstances,
and Jen wasn't yet ready to ask him about earlier.  Finally, though,
about halfway through her sandwich, she decided it was time.
 
    "How long have you been able to do it?"  She saw the look
in his eyes, as he tried to dream up something to say.  He wasn't a
good liar.  "C'mon, I *know* I didn't jump out of the way.  I didn't
even have time to.  You were the only one paying attention to me, so it
had to be you.  Why *were* you staring at me, anyway?"  She allowed her
mind to be sidetracked for just a moment.  The blush that spread across
Jim's face gave her all the answer she needed, and then he turned away,
without answering her.  She touched his arm lightly, so that he would
look back at her.  It took a long moment.
 
    "Okay, unfair.  But how long have you been able to do that?"
 
    "A couple years."
 
    "Who knows?"
 
    "No one.  Well, my mom thinks it's a magic trick.  She saw
me the other day.  Up until then, I'd been pretty good at hiding it.  I
guess I'm getting careless."
 
    "You used it in front of an entire class.  That was a big
risk.  Why take it?"
 
    He looked at her as if she'd asked him why the sun rose
each morning.  "I didn't want you to get hurt," he said simply.
 
    "That was more important to you than keeping your secret?"
 
    "Didn't really think about it at the time.  You needed
help."
 
    Jen picked up his lunch, and set it in her lap.  She slid
over until their hips were touching.  "Thanks."
 
    Jim was having a little difficulty swallowing now.  Oh,
he'd gained experience with his sister, but he still wasn't used to
girls being this friendly with him.  He finally managed to get his food
past the lump in his throat, and he said, "You're welcome."
 
    Haltingly, he brought his arm around her back, and rested
his hand against her waist.  Jen immediately moved closer.  They ate
lunch quietly for a few moments, but then Jen made up her mind.
 
    "I have a secret, too.  But I don't want to show you here. 
Can you come over to my house after school?"
 
    "I think so... as long as I call my sister to let them know
where I am."
 
    "Cool.  Then you can ride home on the bus with me."
 
    "I'd like that."
 
    She leaned more tightly against him, finishing the sandwich
he'd given her, and just enjoying the moment.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Jim managed to catch up with Laura between classes, so he
could tell her about his plans.
 
    "Going over to her house, eh?  Way to go!"
 
    Jim blushed furiously.  Laura saw that, and took pity on
her socially-inept brother.
 
    "Sorry.  Is this just study time, or..."
 
    "She just said she wanted to talk."
 
    "Dinner?"
 
    "I'll call about that, probably not, though."
 
    "Okay.  I'll let Mom and Dad know."
 
    "Thanks, Sis.  I owe you one."
 
    "You sure do... and I plan on collecting."  She gave her
brother a discreet hug, and then was off.  Jim walked to his class,
horribly confused about what his life was turning into.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Jen was waiting for him outside, and led him to the right
bus.  They sat together near the front, because they didn't want to be
bothered with all the 'cool' kids sitting at the back.  Jim was fully
comfortable up front with the nerds and the unpopulars.  Jen looked
more like she should be sitting at the back, but the kids around her
said hi, so he wondered if this was her normal seat.
 
    They didn't talk during the bus ride, but she did move
close to him, so that their arms were touching.  It felt very nice to
have a girl doing that, but it was also disturbing to him.  *Why am I
suddenly popular with the girls?  Well, okay, 'popular' is stretching
it, but two in under a month...*  He had to be careful what he
thought.  He didn't know what Jen had in mind, and he didn't want to
overstep his limits.
 
    Finally, she nudged him, and they got off the bus.  It was
only a half-block to her house, and she let him in.  She heard no
sounds, so she figured her father had not brought a bimbo home for play
time.  On further inspection, she realized he wasn't even in the house.
 
    "My parents are getting a divorce," she said, her voice
under tight control.  Not that it mattered; the pain was written
plainly across her face.
 
    Jim was scared to touch her, but he really felt for her. 
He settled for putting his hand on her arm and saying, "Are you okay?"
 
    Her eyes were glistening, but she nodded.  She sniffled and
wiped at her eyes.  "Sorry, it just, well... it bothers me sometimes."
 
    "That's okay.  We don't have to talk about it."
 
    "C'mon back to my room."  She led him to the bedroom, but
didn't close the door.  If her mother came home and found it closed,
she might think something bad was happening.
 
    "How sore are you from what I did?  I kind of figured I'd
leave some black and blue marks."
 
    "I didn't check.  You wanna?" she said playfully, holding
her arms out.  Jim blushed furiously, and turned his head away.
 
    Jen smacked herself.  She should have known he wouldn't be
ready for that kind of flirting.  She put her arms down, and then
settled onto the bed next to him.  "Sorry.  I feel a little banged up,
but it's better than having acid or whatever dumped on my head.  Thanks
again."
 
    "It's okay, I'm just not used to being around girls much."
 
    "We make up half the world.  You should get used to us.  We
don't bite... much."
 
    He smiled at her, but it was a little weak.  "You said you
had a secret to tell me," he said, at least trying to get back on
course for what she'd brought him here to tell him.
 
    Jen sighed.  She knew he liked her, but trying to figure
out how much was a tough call.  She had about as little experience with
boys as he had with girls.  She'd had exactly two romantic encounters,
one of them resulting in sex.  Neither of them had encouraged her to
continue the concept, but she felt a little different about Jim.
 
    Then there was his power.  That made them both different,
and she felt that, at the least, they should become friends.  The only
way to do that, though, was to let him in on her own power.
 
    "Well, I just thought, since I knew about your power, you
should know about mine."
 
    "What do you mean?"
 
    In response, Jen moved her arm away from them, and a breeze
came up.  The door moved swiftly shut, but with a soft click, it
latched.
 
    "Wow.  You can make wind?"
 
    "Not just wind.  It's all about weather.  I can draw a
thunderstorm right to me.  And when conditions are right, I can make
lightning come down out of the sky.  Once I was even able to do it
without any help from the sky, but that took like two minutes, and it
gave me a hell of a headache afterward."
 
    "I guess."  Jim sat, thoughtful, for a few moments while
Jen got up and reopened the door.  She came right back and sat next to
him, waiting for him to comment.
 
    "That's cool.  You're a lot more powerful than I am, I
guess."
 
    "What do you mean?"
 
    "Well, all I've got is telekinesis.  It's all I do."
 
    "Oh.  Well, how big a thing can you move?"
 
    "The largest thing I ever moved weighed about five hundred
pounds or so."
 
    "Well, that's pretty strong, you know."
 
    Jim laughed.  "Yeah, I guess."
 
    "Can you do it from far away?"
 
    "As long as I can see it."
 
    "Well, that's cool, too."
 
    For a few moments, there was a silence.  Jim took the
opportunity to put his arm around Jen's waist again.  She scooted
closer, and leaned her head on his shoulder.  Jim was lost in the feel
of the soft girl next to him.
 
    Finally, she said.  "I think that acid today was my fault,
though."
 
    "What do you mean?" he asked.
 
    "Well, see, with my parents divorcing and everything, I've
kind of... I mean, my powers are like *leaking*.  Sometimes stuff
happens that I didn't mean it to.  It's getting worse, too.  If I don't
get it under control... what if the next time, it's something that
could kill me?  You can't be everywhere to save me," she added with a
light tone that still conveyed clearly her gratitude.  He hugged her a
little more tightly.
 
    After a moment, he said, "Have you tried to control it?"
 
    "I don't really know how to stop the leaks."
 
    "How about meditation?"
 
    "I don't know how."
 
    "I can show you.  I meditate a few times a week, when
things start to get to me."
 
    "You'd really show me?"
 
    "Sure.  It shouldn't take long."
 
    "What do we do?"
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    For the next hour, Jim showed her a few different
techniques for meditating.  He noted that, though she seemed to be
fairly good at the basic technique, she had trouble holding it for very
long.
 
    Jen was in the midst of one of her longest sessions yet
when her mother came home.  Jim moved a foot further away from Jen when
he heard the door close.  He heard footsteps in the hallway, but Jen
seemed to be ignoring them quite well.
 
    Stacy Young poked her head around the door jamb, and was
surprised to find a boy in with her daughter.  Her maternal instincts
noted his distance from her, but also noted the way he was looking at
her.  Her daughter, however, had her eyes closed and was breathing
deeply.
 
    Stacy was about to say something when Jim caught her eye
and put his finger to his lips in the universal silence request.  He
got up from the bed, which also did not seem to disturb Jen, and walked
to the door.  He looked back, but her posture was the same.  He
motioned Stacy out of the room, and she followed, giving her daughter a
last glance.
 
    When they were in the living room, Jim quietly said, "Hi,
I'm Jim Matthews.  I go to school with Jen."
 
    Stacy shook the offered hand.  "I don't remember her
mentioning you.  Are you in one of her classes?"
 
    "Yes, ma'am.  I'm in her biology class.  I'm sure she had
no reason to mention me until today."
 
    "Well, what happened today?" she asked.
 
    "He saved my butt from my own mistake," Jen answered,
startling both of them.  Jim was visibly shaken as Jen walked over and
gave her mother a hug.  She then sat down on the couch next to Jim. 
Stacy noted that she was *very much* next to Jim, their bodies touching.
 
    "What happened, Sweetheart?" Stacy asked.
 
    "My power leaked, and I nearly got splashed with some
chemicals."
 
    Stacy went pale, both at the mention of her daughter's
power in front of someone else, and the thought that she might have
gotten hurt.
 
    "Jen, you..."
 
    "He knows, Mom."  Jen looked at Jim, a question in her
eyes.  He couldn't read the look, so she whispered to him, "Can I tell
her about you?"
 
    He struggled for a moment, but decided she might just tell
her mother, anyway, so he nodded.
 
    "See, Jim also has a power.  He's a telekinetic.  Go on,
show her."
 
    Jim concentrated on the hat she had laid on the coffee
table, and raised it back up to her.  He settled it down onto her head,
in perfect position.
 
    "Damn, that's cool!" Jen said.  "Looked a lot less painful
than what you had to do to me, too."
 
    "I said I was sorry," he complained.
 
    "I know, I know.  Never mind me, I tease too much."
 
    Stacy watched the two with a smile on her face.  It had
been a long time since Jen had taken an interest in *any* boy, though
she could see why she would be interested in Jim.  Finding someone who
also has a secret to keep would be very special to Jen.
 
    "Well," Stacy said, "I promised Jen, and I promise you,
that I won't tell anyone about either of you."
 
    "Thank you, Mrs. Young," Jim said with relief.
 
    "Well, what were you doing in there, anyway, Jen?"
 
    "Meditating.  Jim says it might help me control my leaking."
 
    "Oh.  Well, that's good.  I'm glad someone can help.  I'll
leave you two to it, then.  Have you seen your father?"
 
    "No," Jen said flatly, with a severe tone of distaste in
her voice.
 
    "Okay.  I'm going to change.  Stay out of trouble, you
two," she added with a chuckle.
 
    As Jen led him back to her bedroom, Jim said softly, "Now
what did she mean by that?"
 
    Jen turned around and looked up at him.  "She meant," Jen
said softly, "that I probably shouldn't do this."  She pulled his head
down, and she kissed him gently.  Jim's hands automatically moved to
her hips, and then around to her lower back, pulling her into him.  He
loved the feel of her soft, full lips, and the way she molded her body
against him was extremely arousing.
 
    When they finally broke the kiss, Jen was smiling.  "See
how that could lead to us getting in trouble?"
 
    "Uh... yeah, I, uh... guess so."  He was a little out of
breath, and a lot out of his depth.  He didn't let go of her
immediately, though, and she didn't pull away from him.
 
    Finally, he had to let go.  They settled back onto the bed,
and Jim returned to showing her good ways to control her thoughts.
 
    *I hope she can control hers better than I'm doing with
mine right now!*
 
 
 
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    Laura said nothing when she dropped Jim off at Jen's
place.  The two had seen each other about every other night for the
last week.  He hopped out of the car, and then turned back to look at
her.
 
    "I thought you said you liked Jen," he said, seeing the
look on her face.
 
    "I *do* like Jen.  And I'm happy for you.  I just feel a
little... jealous, I guess.  I feel like I'm losing you, and..."
 
    Jim reached in before she could go any further.  He stroked
her cheek gently, and she smiled at him.
 
    "I know, I'm just being stupid.  I mean, it's not like we
can date or anything.  I just hope you can still play, now and then."
 
    "We'll see," he said.  "You know, Jen and I haven't..."
 
    "Really?"
 
    "No."
 
    "Boy has she got a surprise coming!"  Laura looked at him
with a gleam in her eyes.  "Maybe I should warn her..."
 
    "Laura..."
 
    "Just kidding!  Geez, some people just can't take a joke! 
See you at the usual time?"
 
    "Mom said I could stay an extra hour, because it's Friday."
 
    "Okay, no problem.  See you."
 
    He watched her drive off.  The hell of it was, he did want
to sleep with his sister, and with the arousal of being around Jen,
too, it was getting worse.  But once he'd been on his first date with
Jen, he'd felt that sleeping with Laura would be cheating, and he
wasn't going to do that to Jen.
 
    He walked up the porch steps and rang the bell.  It wasn't
long before Jen opened the door to let him in, but not before giving
him a welcoming kiss and hug.
 
    "Hi!" she said brightly.
 
    "Hi yourself," he said with a smile.  He followed her into
the living room.
 
    "Where's your mom?" he asked.  She had told him that
Michael had finally moved out, and so the family was a little happier
now, but not much.
 
    "At work.  Don't worry, she knows you're here.  She told
me," Jen said, stepping close to him, "to stay out of trouble.  But I
don't listen well."  She kissed him again, more passionately.  His
hands slipped around her waist, and he just enjoyed holding her while
they kissed.
 
    Finally, they separated, and she directed him to the sofa. 
She went to the kitchen, and brought back snacks and drinks.  She
thought he was sitting kind of funny on the couch, and she noticed that
he'd taken his shoes off.  When she was done sorting things, she put
the tape in, and walked back to the couch.  She couldn't quite tell how
she was supposed to sit next to him, with him stuck in the corner like
that...
 
    Jim reached for her hand, and she took it.  He guided her
down, turning her so that she was now sitting with her back against his
chest, and his legs outside of hers.  Now she understood what he was
doing, and she highly approved.  He wrapped his arms around her at the
waist, and she snuggled against him.  Then the movie started.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Stacy Young came into the living room four hours later. 
She had been fully aware that Jim was coming over, and she'd been a
little worried about what they might be doing while she was at a
training session.
 
    When she saw the two kids, she had to stifle a laugh.  They
were still snuggled together, and she thought that was very sweet, but
they were also both asleep.  Jen's head rested against Jim's shoulder,
and his head rested on the couch.  The movie had apparently been a
little bit boring for them.
 
    Stacy had to decide who to wake up first.  She decided it
would be less embarrassing for Jim if she woke him up first.  Besides,
she wanted to see what Jim would do when he realized that Stacy had
seen how he was holding her daughter.
 
    Stacy gently shook Jim's shoulder, so as not to wake her
daughter.  Slowly, his head came up off the couch, and then his eyes
opened.  Once he focused, his eyes opened somewhat wider.
 
    "What time is it?"
 
    "It's only 10:30, don't worry.  I just got home."  Stacy
kept her voice low.  She noticed that Jim didn't seem to be letting go
of her daughter.  She thought that was good; he found this sort of
touching 'normal' for a boyfriend.  Stacy said, "Movie was pretty dull,
huh?"
 
    "Yeah.  I'm not sure which one of us gave out first."
 
    "Hmm.  She seems to like being in your arms like that."
 
    Stacy watched as Jim's face flushed bright red, and he
turned his eyes down, looking at his sleeping girlfriend.
 
    "I guess I should wake her up, huh?"
 
    "You can wait until I leave the room.  I... don't want to
know how you wake her up."  She winked at him, and Jim blushed again. 
He was getting used to blushing around these two.  Stacy got up and
walked out of the living room, down the hall to her bedroom, and closed
the door behind her.
 
    Jim figured if Stacy was going to be that blunt about it,
he might as well take her up on it.  He leaned down and kissed Jen on
the cheek, and then he trailed little wet kisses over to her ear.  As
he started to nibble on her ear, she mewled, and started to stir.  He
kept up what he was doing until she finally opened her eyes.  A
realization of what he was doing caused a very big smile to cross her
face.
 
    She turned in his arms, and kissed him hotly.  Her tongue
asked for, and got, entrance, and it was soon dancing with its
partner.  Jim caressed her back as she pressed herself against him. 
The feeling was wonderful.
 
    When she broke their kiss, he had to cut her off, before
she did something more fun, and therefore more dangerous.  "Your mom is
home."
 
    Jen shivered.  "She saw us?"  He nodded.  "What did she
say?"
 
    "She said she didn't want to know how I woke you up."  He
grinned at her, and then she kissed him again.
 
    "Very nicely, that's how," she purred against his cheek. 
The two cuddled on the couch for a while, before Jen's mom came back
out from the bedroom.
 
    "Well, I see Prince Charming finally woke you up,
Sleepyhead..."
 
    Jen giggled, and Jim just squeezed her a little harder.
 
    "Jim, I must apologize.  I was thinking all sorts of
naughty thoughts at work.  You're a gentleman at heart."
 
    "Thank you, Mrs. Young," he said.  *If only she knew what
another part of me was thinking...*
 
    "Unfortunately, it's about time for your sister to come get
you, isn't it?"
 
    "Yeah," he said, dejection in his voice.  Jen cuddled
closer when she realized he didn't really want to go.
 
    "Well, you're welcome here anytime.  You know that."
 
    "Thanks."
 
    "No problem.  Whoops, I think that's your sister now."
 
 
 
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    Luke Anderton got off the bus with his girlfriend, Lori
Darlington.  They were on a date together, and they were holding
hands.  Luke could feel the stares he was getting, walking with such a
beautiful girl.  He loved it, especially when she wrapped her arm
around his waist and pulled him close to her.  They were at a place
called The Fun House.  It was a large entertainment complex, designed
to cater to the teens of the neighborhood.  There was a skating rink,
an arcade, a movie theater, and several other attractions, all rolled
into one facility.  

    It was Friday night, and the place was packed.  The couple
decided they wanted to skate, and so they headed to that part of the
facility.  It was, predictably, the least crowded area, since roller
skating seemed to be 'unhip' these days.  Luke didn't mind; it meant he
could spend some (relatively) quiet time with his girl.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    In another part of the complex, Jim and Jen were also on a
date.  At the moment, they were playing PacMan together.  Jen was
hopeless at this particular video game, but Jim was racking up quite a
score.  She had her arm around him, watching as he gobbled dots and
chased ghosts.  The two had been dating for nearly a month now, and
they had grown very comfortable with each other.  They'd not gone
further than heavy petting, but Jen had made it clear to him that they
would, someday. 

    One of the problems with this facility was that it had no
real security force.  Thus, when the three punks strolled into the
arcade, there was no one there to stop them.  They started pushing kids
around, taking quarters from them at will.
 
    When they got to where Jim and Jen were standing, they
shoved both of them  Jen tripped and fell to the floor.  Jim was quite
ready to retaliate.  Two of the thugs grabbed his arms, though.
 
    "Well, little boy thinks he wants to play?  I think I'd
rather play with his girlie!"  The punk grabbed Jen's hair and yanked
her to her feet.  She screamed in pain.  The hood produced a knife, and
popped off the top button of her blouse.  Jim's face grew dark.
 
    "I don't think your boyfriend likes me," the tough sneered
as he popped off another button.  Jen struggled, and the punk with the
knife got upset.  "Knock it the fuck off, bitch, or I'll cut you right
here!"  He grabbed at her blouse, and it tore, exposing her bra.  "Ooh,
nice."  The man fondled her tit, and she looked to Jim for help.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The skating rink had a view of the arcade, and Lori saw
what was going on.  She was about to hop the wall separating the rink
from the rest of the facility, when Luke stopped her.
 
    "Luke, they need help!"
 
    "I don't think so.  Something isn't right.  Let's get
closer, but slowly."
 
    The pair moved out of the rink, and over to an area where
they could see, but would not be seen.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Jim took one look at this motherfucker touching his
girlfriend, and his anger overcame his concern for his privacy.  He
looked from one side to the other, at the goons that were holding his
arms.
 
    "Got a good grip?" he asked them.  They each yanked tighter
on his arm, which was precisely what he wanted.
 
    "Yeah, what you gonna do, slick?" the one on his left
sneered.
 
    "This," Jim answered.  Closing his eyes, his power surged
out of his arms.  He lifted the two hoods off the ground, appearing to
those around to be using his own strength.  When their feet were
dangling, he moved his arms swiftly in front of him.  A sickening crack
announced the connection of two heads.  Jim let them go, and they fell
to the ground, unconscious and bleeding profusely.  Jim took no note of
them.
 
    Stepping over the limp bodies between him and his target,
he looked at the man still holding his girlfriend.  "If you let her go
now, I won't put you in the hospital," he offered, his voice sounding
as if it was coming from a very deep well.  Jim was using his power to
control the knife.  If the man moved it anywhere near Jen, he would
take it from him.
 
    The goon tried to move the knife, but couldn't get his hand
to work, or so he thought.  Jim was still coming, moving slowly.  The
thug couldn't back away without letting go of Jen, and he couldn't seem
to use his knife as a weapon.  His indecision cost him a lot of pain. 
Jim soon reached him, and grabbed the man's knife-hand at the wrist.  A
sharp, telekinetically-augmented twist, and a loud *snap* was heard.
 
    The punk dropped to the ground, screeching in agony.  Jen
was entirely forgotten to his mind as the pain of his shattered wrist
tore through his body, setting fire to every neuron in his brain.  He
rolled around in anguish, writhing in the grip of his injury.
 
    Jim, seeing that he was no longer a threat, turned his
attention fully to Jen.  With a lot of concern, he asked, "Are you
okay?"
 
    Jen took one step forward, into Jim's arms, and started
shaking like a leaf.  "He was gonna..."
 
    "Shh.  Maybe he was, but he's not going to now.  Nobody
messes with my girlfriend."
 
    He held on to her tightly, as she tried to calm down.  The
manager of the facility came over to them.  He didn't want to interrupt
what was obviously a very personal moment for them, but he had some
advice for them that they needed to heed.
 
    "Hey, sorry to interrupt, but you two should get out of
here before the cops show up."
 
    "But they started it!" Jen screamed at him.  She was
obviously upset.  Jim held her a little tighter.
 
    "I know that, and you'd be okay eventually, but do you
really want to go through all that shit?  If you leave now, I can cover
your ass.  Go on!"  He gave them a very mild shove toward one of the
side exits; he knew the police would use the front door.
 
    "Thanks, man," Jim said to him.
 
    "Yeah.  I'd have done it for my girl, too.  Go!"
 
    Jim took off his jacket and wrapped it around Jen to cover
her exposed chest.  He walked her quickly to the side exit, and they
were soon outside.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Inside, Luke looked at Lori.  "Needs your help, does he?"
he asked with a grin.
 
    "Shit!"
 
    "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
 
    "I don't know for sure if *I* could lift those guys up like
that.  They're pretty big."
 
    "Yeah.  We have to find out who those two are."
 
    "Right."
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Jim got Jen on the bus, and they headed for her house.  She
was still trembling, and he held on to her very tightly throughout the
ride.  Eventually, they made it to the right stop, and it was only a
short walk down the block to her house.  He got her up the stairs, but
she was still too shaken to even get out her key, so he rang the
doorbell.
 
    Stacy Young answered the door with her hand behind her
back.  Jim knew what was there, and he hoped she didn't shoot him for
the state her daughter was in.  Her reaction was one of shock.
 
    "What the hell happened?"
 
    "We had a little trouble at The Fun House," he said as he
helped Jen over to the sofa.  Stacy closed and locked the door, and put
her gun back in its place.  She came back to the living room, and it
was only then that she noticed that Jen was wearing Jim's jacket.
 
    "It's not cold in here," she said.  She noted that Jen was
not talking, and that worried her a lot.
 
    "She's... uh... not decent."
 
    "Oh.  What does she need?"  It was amazing how easy it
became to not ask her daughter things just now, and that bothered her,
too.  The whole situation was unpleasant.
 
    "Just a shirt."
 
    "Let me go get her one."  Stacy left, and Jim's attention
returned to his girlfriend.             "You're okay, Baby.  Things
will be all right."  He knew she heard him.  She hugged him tighter
when he called her 'Baby.'  It was her favorite of his nicknames for
her.  Stacy soon returned with a baggy T-shirt for Jen.
 
    Jim let go of her, but Jen was very slow to move away from
him.  He averted his eyes as she removed his jacket and the tattered
remains of her blouse.  He did hear Stacy's muttered, "Shit," but that
was all.  He didn't look back until he felt Jen leaning against him
again.  He wrapped his arm around her, and her trembling settled
slightly.
 
    Stacy, taking stock of all of this, made a snap decision. 
"Jim, I want you to do me a favor.  Could you spend the night here?  We
have a guest room.  I... uh... don't think Jen should be without your
company just now."  She felt a mild twinge of jealousy, both that Jen
had something that she didn't, and that Jim was, just now, closer to
her daughter than she was.  "I'll call your parents and tell them."
 
    Jim nodded, and Stacy left the room to go make the phone
call.  Jen spoke for the first time since getting home.
 
    "Thank you," she said, in a trembling voice.
 
    Jim hugged her, and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.  He
didn't know if now was the time to say what was on his mind or not, but
it couldn't hurt, he figured.  He held her a little more firmly as he
said, "I love you."
 
    Jen looked up at him, and smiled, tears of joy filling her
eyes.  She kissed him, softly, and then just held onto him as hard as
she could.  "I love you, too," she said through her tears.
 
    Stacy saw what was going on from the door, and she decided
to leave the two alone for a while.  She had the distinct impression
that the guest room would not get used.  Strangely, that didn't bother
her.
 
 
 
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    When Stacy was ready to leave for work the next morning,
she did, indeed, find Jim in Jen's bed.  Both of them were there.  They
were lying on top of the covers, fully clothed.  Stacy smiled at her
own silliness.  She should have known that Jim wouldn't have taken
advantage of the state her daughter had been in.
 
    Thinking about the two having sex brought a slight flush to
Stacy Young's body.  She'd been sexually active well before her
daughter's age, and she wasn't one of those 'do as I say, not as I did'
parents.  If her daughter really felt close to Jim -- and it was pretty
damned apparent that she did -- then they could have sex all they
wanted, as long as they were careful and responsible about it.  Stacy
had put her daughter on the pill as soon as she had started dating.
 
    She saw Jim stir.  Maybe he sensed someone else in the
room.  He turned slightly, and opened his eyes.  When he saw Stacy, he
started to rise, but she waved him to stay put.  She walked quietly
over to him, and bent over.
 
    What she whispered in his ear caused his face to attempt to
blush and go pale at the same time.  The mottled look of shock would
have been amusing at any other moment.  She kissed him on the cheek,
and patted his arm to reassure him.  Then, she left the two alone,
heading out the door for her job.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Some time later, Jen began to stir.  Before he'd fallen
asleep himself, he'd put a blanket over Jen, in case she got cold
during the night.  She moved within that blanket, and it didn't take
her long to realize she was still dressed, and lying next to someone. 
Her brain managed to register who that someone was supposed to be
before she panicked, and then she snuggled a little closer to him.
 
    Jim reacted as she hoped he would, putting his arm around
her and drawing her close.  Finally, she opened her eyes, to see him
smiling down at her.  His hair was a mess, but otherwise, he was the
same great guy she'd grown to... love.  She re-evaluated what she'd
said to him the night before, and was sure now that, yes, she loved him.
 
    "Good morning," he said softly, smiling at her.
 
    "Mmm," she murmured back, hunching down against him.  It
felt incredibly good to have him holding her just now.  She wondered
how much better it would feel if she were naked.  She wiggled around,
and maneuvered the blanket out from between them, and then pressed
herself against him directly.  She noticed how much better even just
this felt, though they were both fully clothed.
 
    "What time is it?" she asked.
 
    "About nine," he answered.  "Your mom left a long time ago."
 
    "She stop in to see if we were being naughty?"
 
    Jim blushed, and Jen didn't really understand that.  He
finally said, "Something like that."
 
    "Were we?" she asked with a grin.
 
    "Were we what?" he responded, confused.
 
    "Being naughty," she said.
 
    "Only in my mind," he answered with his own grin.
 
    "Too bad," she pouted cutely.  "I think the other way is
more fun."
 
    "But less safe for me.  Your mom carries a gun."
 
    Jen looked at him with that smile she gave only him.  "My
mom likes you."
 
    "I know."
 
    Jen leaned her head back, and Jim leaned down to deliver
the requested kiss.  As their lips met, he rolled onto his back,
pulling her with him.  She moved fully on top of him, never breaking
their lip-lock.  Jim's hands caressed her back through her T-shirt, and
she was rubbing her hands on his sides.  She could feel his hard cock
pressing against her through his jeans, and she really wanted it to
press on something more pleasurable.
 
    Finally, she broke their kiss.  She couldn't take any more
of this.  "Jim, make love to me, please."
 
    "I'd love to," he said in that soft voice he adopted
whenever talking to her.  His hands moved down her body, to the hem of
her T-shirt.  He lifted that, and she moved so he could get it over her
head.  Once off her body, he tossed it away carelessly.  Her long red
hair flowed around them both, and Jen giggled.
 
    Jim reached back, and unfastened her bra.  She noticed that
he did that with practiced ease, but didn't really care where he'd
learned it.  She helped him slide the bra off her arms, and it joined
her shirt.  She supported herself on her hands, so that Jim could get a
good look at her body.  As she flicked her hair back over her shoulder,
he reached up and tenderly cupped her tits.  She sighed at the warm,
gentle touch of her boyfriend.
 
    Jim tweaked each of Jen's nipples, and she mewled in
pleasure.  His hands continued to massage her chest, roaming softly
over her mounds.  Jen was already grinding her crotch against him,
encouraging him to take her further.  Jim pulled her down to him, and
he sucked in a nipple.  Jen groaned as his tongue slid across her
sensitive nub.  He carefully rolled her onto her back, keeping his
weight off her.  His free hand slid across her abdomen, and started to
undo her jeans.  She let him do the work, as he wanted to, and just
enjoyed the feel of him touching her.
 
    In short order, Jim had her pants undone, and his hand
slipped inside of them.  His middle finger pushed its way down, and it
slid across her panty-covered slit.  Jen moaned loudly as his finger
slipped back and forth slowly across her pussy.  Finally, Jim released
her tit from his mouth's grasp, and moved down her body.  He pulled at
her jeans, and she lifted her hips to help him get them off.  He slid
them down, exposing her long, sexy legs to his view.  She enjoyed how
his eyes roamed her skin, taking in every inch of her body.  With the
jeans gone, his hands moved back up and gripped the waistband of her
panties.
 
    Jim paused, looking into her eyes for confirmation.  She
smiled at him warmly, letting him know that she was his.  He pulled
even more gingerly on her panties, easing them off her hips, and
exposing her hot cunt to his view.  While he was sitting up, he removed
his own shirt.  He still had on his jeans, but he wanted to feel her
against him now.
 
    Jim moved up, between her legs, and then leaned down.  He
supported his weight on his elbows, but he could feel her wonderful
tits pressing against his chest.  He kissed her hotly, his tongue
invading her mouth.  She surrendered to her intruder, only to push it
back into its own mouth, and assaulted it there.
 
    Meanwhile, Jim reached down and unfastened his own pants. 
This took a while both because he had to do it one-handed, and because
his mind was elsewhere at the moment.  Finally he had them undone, and
then he had to break his kiss with Jen.  She pouted at the lack of
contact, but as he stood up to remove his jeans, her eyes were glued to
his form.
 
    Jim knew he wasn't anything to look at, but the look she
gave him was the sort Brad Pitt must have gotten on a regular basis. 
He slid his jeans down, stepping out of them.  He hesitated for a long
moment before pulling his briefs off his hips, but the look from Jen
pushed him onward.  Finally, his hard dick was exposed, and he could
see her eyes devouring it.  He was in the mood for something else to be
devouring it, though.
 
    Jim moved back onto the bed, and crawled between Jen's
legs.  He bent down to look at her pussy, and then he gave it a soft
lick.  Her hips rolled against him.  He did it again, with the same
result.  He began to work his tongue against her more rapidly, and Jen
was soon writhing in pleasure.
 
    Before he could bring her to orgasm, she pulled at him,
forcing him to end his tongue-lashing.  She pulled him up her body, so
that she could kiss him.  When their lips parted, she said, "That felt
wonderful, but I want you inside of me.  Make love to me."
 
    Jim maneuvered himself, and Jen reached down, grasping his
dick tenderly, and placing it at her entrance.  Jim knew she was more
than ready, and so he pressed in slowly, watching her face as he did
so.  She smiled beautifully up at him, her eyes gleaming with pleasure
and love.  He pushed in until his hips were touching hers, and there he
paused, grinding little circles against her pubes as he lay above her. 
The two were lost in the moment, united by love and passion.
 
    Through a mutual consent that neither of them had to voice,
Jim began to move inside her.  His movements weren't fast or strong,
but slow, languid strokes that allowed her to feel every inch of his
movement, every inch of his manhood.  Jen groaned at the feel of his
body against her.  This was her perfect partner, her mate.  He
understood intuitively how she wanted to be treated, and more than
that, was perfectly happy to give it to her.
 
    Jim soon increased his pace slightly, pushing her deeper
into the mattress.  She wrapped her legs around his hips, helping to
push him as deeply into her as he could go.  She was moaning
incessantly now, her body warming to their activity.
 
    Jim loved every inch of the woman beneath him.  He felt a
strong need to protect and care for her, and what they were doing now
was part of caring for her.  He sensed she wanted him to thrust harder,
and he did, ramming deep into her cunt.  He leaned down as he thrust,
licking her lips softly, and then kissing her deeply.  Their moans and
grunts were muffled as their mouths merged, their tongues dancing.
 
    Neither of them could last long at this level, and it was
soon clear that they were beyond the point of no return.  Jim's hips
were slamming down into Jen, and her hips were rolling up to meet his
every move.  Jim's cock plied her pussy with hard, strong strokes, and
soon she reached her peak.  She screamed into Jim's mouth as her cunt
gripped his shaft tightly.  Only a few more strokes, and Jim, too, was
grunting, his cock pumping his cum deep inside of Jen.
 
    The two writhed together for some moments before they were
able to settle from their climaxes.  Finally, they broke their kiss. 
Jen allowed her legs to fall from his hips, and Jim slowly, reluctantly
withdrew his softening cock from her pussy.
 
    Jim rolled to the side, lying next to his girlfriend.  He
reached out to her, and she rolled into his arms.  She snuggled tightly
against him, and at last knew what it was like to be held that way.
 
    "I love you," she said, her voice as soft and gentle as a
child.
 
    "I love you, too, Baby," Jim said, stroking her long hair
softly.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Jim and Jen stayed in bed until well after noon, cuddling
and making love as the mood struck them.  They talked about their
pasts, and their families, and their schoolwork.  They napped, and then
they cuddled some more.
 
    Finally, Jen looked at the clock.  "Geez, it's already
after four.  We'd better get up before Mom gets home."
 
    "Why?" Jim asked, setting her up.
 
    "Uh, well, how do *you* think she'd react if she found you
in my bed like this?  She *does* own a gun, you know."
 
    "Oh, I think she'd be okay with it," he said, running his
hand along a particular curve.
 
    "And what would give you that idea?" she asked, shivering
at his touch.
 
    "'Cause it's what she told me this morning before she left."
 
    Jen went pale.  "She *what*?"
 
    "Your Mom came in and told me it was okay if I made love to
you, so long as I treated you with respect.  I did do that, right?"  He
was, in fact, concerned about it; he loved Jen, and he didn't want to
mess things up over sex.
 
    "Mm-hmm," she purred, snuggling closer to him.  "I can't
believe Mom actually told you that.  That's... weird."
 
    "Yeah, I was a little shocked when she came right out and
said it, too."
 
    "On the other hand, it means I don't have to let you go
yet."
 
    "Yeah."
 
 
 
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    When Stacy Young came home an hour later, they were still
holding each other in bed.  She just greeted them, and turned away with
a smile.
 
    *Lucky girl*.
 
 
 
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    Jen was in her room when the shouting started.  She was
expecting Jim over at any minute, and so the loud voices surprised her,
until she realized one of them belonged to Michael Young, her father. 
She crept out of her room, to see what was going on.
 
    "You cost me my fucking job, you bitch!" Michael screamed.
 
    "Michael, I had nothing to do with you losing your job, and
you know it.  You lost your job because you were drunk."
 
    Michael advanced on Stacy, but she didn't budge.  Jen
noticed, however, that her hand was resting on her baton, which lay on
the table next to her.
 
    "You've ruined my life," Michael said menacingly.
 
    "I ruined *your* life?" Stacy finally huffed.  "Take a look
around, hotshot.  Which one of us was sleeping around?  Which one of us
brought women into *this house* just to show off how much a *man* he
was?  Don't give me any of your shit, Michael.  We both know better."
 
    But Michael didn't know better, at least not in his current
state of mind.  He'd been drinking, and had even popped some pills.  He
had come to the decision that Stacy was the cause of all of his
troubles.  He was going to solve his troubles today.  He'd spent his
last $50 on the street to buy the implement of that solution.
 
    Michael reached around behind his back, and pulled out a
gun.  It was a .38 revolver, much like the police used to carry.  Stacy
backed up as far as she could, but that was pointless, and she knew
it.  He knew where her gun was kept, and she knew he'd never let her
get to it.
 
    Jen, watching from where she stood, felt her blood run
cold, and then hot.  That *prick* was going to shoot her mother?  Not
while she lived!  Jen thought quickly, and then picked up the vase
sitting on the shelf next to her.  She hefted it, and knew it would do
the job.  She concentrated for a moment, making sure the air currents
would carry her pitch to the right spot.
 
    "Say good-bye, you cunt," Michael spat with hatred.
 
    Jen howled.  She saw Michael's head snap around, but he had
no time to react.  Her throw was dead on, and his slowly turning body
would affect nothing.  The vase connected soundly with his skull,
shattering against his forehead.  Michael was thrown backward by the
force of impact, his head bouncing off the wall before he slid down it,
the gun falling limply from his hands.
 
    Jen was shaking as she approached her father.  Stacy still
hadn't moved, not quite clear about what was going on.  Jen looked down
at him, seeing he was unconscious, but not caring.  She hauled off and
kicked him, hard, in the stomach.  Even unconscious, his body let out a
groan, and slid to the floor.
 
    Jen stared at him, her mother completely forgotten in her
mind.  She just knew she had to get out of there, had to leave, before
he came to.  Without another word, and heedless of her mother's calls,
she bolted for the door, running just as fast as she could.
 
 
 
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    When Jim showed up a few moments later, he found Stacy
standing over what looked like a body.
 
    "Mrs. Young?" Jim asked.  The door had been wide open, and
he'd come in without knocking, in case there was more trouble.
 
    "Oh, hi, Jim."
 
    "Who is this?" he asked, indicating the unconscious man on
the floor.
 
    "My husband.  He was trying to kill me.  Jen hit him with
the vase... but then she ran away.  I don't know where she is."  Her
voice was brittle, and obviously full of worry.  Jim stepped over to
her and, after a moment of hesitation, gave her a hug, hoping it would
be comforting.  Stacy clutched at him, using him as her daughter had a
few days ago, as a lifeline to stability.
 
    Michael Young was starting to come around, though he was
clearly woozy.  Jim let go of Stacy, who stepped back away from
Michael.  Reaching down to take the gun, Jim handed it back to Stacy. 
She walked away, making sure it was out of reach.
 
    Jim grabbed Michael by the throat and held him up off the
floor.  This was a little tricky with Michael's 5'11" height, but Jim
managed.  He slammed him hard against the wall, and watched as his eyes
began to focus.
 
    Jim's demeanor was not a pleasant one.  He liked Stacy a
lot, and as Jen's mother, he was bound to protect her.  This slime had
tried to harm her.  He needed to be punished for that.  Jim reared his
hand back, but just before he let loose, he saw a shadow in the
doorway.  Thinking it was Jen, he turned his head.
 
    "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Luke said.  "Gratifying
as it may be."
 
 
 
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    Jen had run until she could barely breathe.  She found
herself on the outskirts of town, which had not been a long run from
where she lived.  She collapsed in the grass, upset, weary, and
mentally drained.
 
    She could feel her emotions churning inside her body.  How
could her father have done that?  Why had she left her mother there to
deal with it?  What kind of daughter was she?
 
    She ignored the wisps of wind that came off her, even as
they grew much stronger.  It was a stormy day, and it was clear that
rain would be coming soon.  Lightning crackled in the distance, but
that didn't worry Jen.  Wind and rain were her friends, and lightning
was a useful tool.  What had begun here, however, was something she was
not prepared for.
 
    Jen's emotional upheaval was causing her energy leakage to
intensify.  She had done well to learn control, but today's events had
her completely lost.  As she sat in the grass considering all that had
gone wrong, she never noticed the clouds above her, lowering toward the
ground.
 
    *I'm a failure.  My mom needed me, and I just ran out on
her!  At least I got that fucker before he could hurt her, though...
but what'll he do when he wakes up?  What if he still hurts Mom?  And,
oh shit!  What about Jim?  What if he walks in in the middle of
something?  I know what he'd do, and the cops would bust him, and...*
 
    Jen's tears started quickly.  The wind around her
intensified.  As her crying turned to sobs, her hair was whipped by a
vicious updraft.  Her hair was pulled upward in the vortex.  Finally,
Jen noticed what was happening around her, and the roar was immense. 
She looked upward, and screamed in terror.  Falling directly toward her
was a monstrous, huge -- at least to her eyes -- funnel cloud.
 
    Jen sat, immobilized with terror and confusion.  The cloud
descended rapidly, and it soon contacted the ground, becoming a
tornado.  It swirled around her, while she sat at its center, mostly
unaffected, but scared out of her wits.  She thrashed her head from
side to side, trying to find something, anything, for her mind to grasp
hold of.
 
    Finally, a soft voice in her head said, *Concentrate*.
 
    It was Jim's voice, and she grabbed for it.  She took hold
of it, and wrapped it around herself.  Closing her eyes, she tried her
best to do one of her meditation exercises.  This was very hard to do
with the noise of a million freight trains surrounding her, but she
continued to try.
 
    Eventually, her mind starting to calm, she felt the wind
evaporating around her.  As the wind and noise faded, it was easier to
concentrate, and she slowly gained control of her emotions and her
powers.  The image of Jim stayed firmly fixed in her mind, helping her
to calm herself.  She knew he would be there for her, and that was more
of a comfort than anything she had ever known.
 
    On shaky legs, Jen stood, looking around.  The area had
suffered some wind damage, but nothing really major.  It had, after
all, been a small tornado for nature.  It was only a huge tornado for
her.
 
    She started to walk back home, but the closer to home she
got, the more worried about things she became.  Soon she was trotting,
then jogging, and finally in a full-blown run.  She was on her block,
and up the steps, and there she came to a stop.
 
    Jim rose from the couch, and came to her.  She collapsed
against him, exhausted.
 
    "God, what happened, Jen?" Jim asked in fright.  She shook
her head, unable to even breathe, let alone talk about it.  He moved
her over to the couch, so she could recover.  Stacy, seeing her
daughter's condition, went to get her a glass of water.
 
    Luke, who was sitting in a chair across the room, looked on
without words.  Obviously, he'd stepped into the middle of something
major, at least for these people, and he didn't want to involve himself
any more than he already had.
 
    Jim held onto Jen until she started to settle down.  She
took the water from her mother with thanks, and sipped at it.  Finally,
she started to get herself under control.  That's when she noticed her
father, still lying in a lump on the floor.
 
    "What're we gonna do, Mom?" she asked.
 
    Luke thought this would be a good time to announce his
presence to her, since she apparently hadn't noticed him yet.  "I'm
afraid he's going to have an awfully big blank spot in his memory where
today's events are concerned.  He'll chalk it up to the drinking or
drugs or whatever he was hyped up on, I'm sure."
 
    "Who are you?" Jen asked accusingly.
 
    "Jen, this is Luke.  He came here to talk to me." 
Whispering, he told her, "I didn't tell him about your powers, but he
already knew about mine.  He also has powers.  He can read minds." 
This wasn't entirely accurate, but it was close enough to get the point
across.
 
    "What do you want with us?" Jen asked, having made up her
mind.
 
    "Well, actually, it's only Jim..."
 
    "What, you don't accept girls?"
 
    Luke was flustered.  He hadn't delved into Jim's mind, and
so he didn't know about Jen's powers.  "Look, I know he'll tell you
everything, so..."
 
    "You've got powers.  I know, he already told me."  Luke
blushed slightly.  His skin immediately went pale when she added, "So
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    Jim and Jen made their way through the junkyard to the
appropriate door.  It was standing open, and so they went in.  Jen took
Jim's hand; she was unsettled about all of this.  He stopped, and
turned to her.
 
    "We can leave now, if you'd rather not go in there," he
said.
 
    "I thought you wanted to do this," she replied, trembling.
 
    "I do.  But I won't leave you.  Whoever is in there isn't
as important to me as you are."
 
    Jen embraced him, taking her strength from his grasp.  For
several moments, they didn't move.  Then, finally, Jen stepped back,
her resolve strengthened by his support.  She nodded, and took his hand
again.
 
    The pair walked into a large room.  In it were several
chairs and a couple sofas, along with several large piles of junk.  The
floor was still bare concrete, but the once-fluorescent light fixture
had been replaced with a nicer one.
 
    "Welcome," Luke said brightly.  "Sorry for the mess.  We
just started cleaning this place up, and it's taking a while.  Why
don't you two have a seat over there?"  Luke indicated the smaller
sofa, which was really little more than a love seat.  Jim thought that
was appropriate as he led his girlfriend over and sat down.
 
    There were five people in this room, but Jim knew only
Luke.  That was who he spoke to.
 
    "So, what is this?"
 
    "Each of us," Luke started, "Has a power.  Mine, as you
know, is reading and writing memories.  My secret name -- we each
decided on one -- is Mimir."
 
    Lori, who was sitting over on a stool, spoke up next. 
"Hi.  My real name is Lori Darlington.  My secret name is Atlanta.  I
have heightened strength, speed, and agility."
 
    "As well as cuteness," Luke added.  Lori blushed.  Jim
chuckled at the two.  Jen smiled slightly.
 
    "I'm Claire Bullok," the next girl said.  "My secret name
is Nightingale.  I'm a healer.  I can regenerate people's wounds."
 
    Before Paul was able to speak, Jen pointed to him.  "I know
you.  I've seen you in Dr. Lassiter's office!"
 
    Paul was a little thrown by this.  "Small world, I guess,"
he said.  Trying to recapture his poise, he said, "I am Paul Bell.  I'm
the fun one of the group.  My secret name is Loki, and boy do I live up
to it!"  The rest of the group groaned slightly.  "My superpower
involves morphing into other people, as well as animals... though I
seem to be limited to mammals."
 
    "Yeah, we generally think he's a rat," Claire said
snidely.  Paul flipped her off, but added a smile and a wink, so she'd
know he wasn't serious.
 
    "Now, maybe you two could introduce yourselves?" Luke asked.
 
    Both Jim and Jen felt like standing up at that point.  They
did, but Jen wouldn't let go of his hand.  He didn't mind.
 
    "My name is Jim Matthews.  I'm a telekinetic."
 
    "And a damn strong one, at that," Lori said.  Jim blushed. 
"I saw you at The Fun House the other night.  I'm not sure I could have
lifted those guys like that."
 
    "Do you have a character or persona you identify with?  We
have to give you a secret name," Luke asked.  "It's... just part of
what we do."
 
    Jim thought for just a moment, then Jen whispered in his
ear.  He blushed and looked at her.  "That's a bit conceited, isn't it?"
 
    "What?" Luke asked.
 
    "Well, I've always been fascinated by Hercules."
 
    "I'd say the name fits," Lori said.  "You're sure as hell
strong."
 
    "This," Jim said, continuing, "is my girlfriend, Jennifer
Young."  Jen meekly said hello, but didn't speak beyond that.  "She can
control the weather."
 
    "Damn!" Paul sputtered.
 
    "Geez," Luke agreed.  "Okay, um... secret name?"
 
    Jim wasn't sure on this, but Jen had a good idea.  "Aurora."
 
    Luke was a little perplexed.  "But the aurora isn't really
a weather condition..."
 
    Lori saved Luke from his lack of pop culture.  "Wrong
Aurora, Sweetheart.  You even have the long hair for it."
 
    "But it's not white," Jen said, finally smiling at a member
of the group.
 
    Jim, seeing that Jen was starting to feel comfortable, left
her talking to Lori.  He walked over to the one unidentified girl. 
"Hi," he said, sitting down next to her.  "You didn't introduce
yourself."
 
    "Hey.  Well, I'm not really part of the group.  My name is
Andie Miller.  I don't have any special powers, though they do call me
Shadow."  She held out her hand, and Jim took it tenderly.  "I'm
Claire's friend.  I've known about her powers for quite a while."
 
    "Oh.  Well, that's cool.  I hope you'll keep our little
secrets, too."
 
    "Of course," she said with a smile and a wink.  He grinned
at her, and then returned to his girlfriend, who was now chatting with
Lori and Luke.
 
    Paul finally said, "Humph.  Luke and Lori, Jim and Jen. 
You guys were even *named* for each other.  Is that what's wrong with
me, Princess?" he asked Claire.  "Do I need to change my name to Carl?"
 
    The rest of the group laughed, while Claire stuck her
tongue out at him.
 
    "So, what does this group do?" Jim asked no one in
particular.
 
    The room fell into silence.
 
 
 
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