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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net

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>This posting contains:

Chapter X(b):  10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
      Part 5 - Tim's Family Christmas           (mfm)
      Part 6 - Sweet Sixteen                    (mc, mf)


>The next posting contains:

Chapter X(c):  10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
      Part 7 - Choices In Sexuality        (mc, mf, mfm, oral mm)
      Part 8 - Brother, Sister, and the Teddy  (mc, inc, oral mf)
      Part 9 - LeAnne's Animal   (hypnosis, mf, mf oral, mf anal)

>See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of
all Chapters released so far and information on posting format.
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Chapter X:  10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
Part 5 - Tim's Family Christmas
(mfm)

The day after Christmas, Suzi, Joey, and their parents all joined us at my
mansion for dinner.  The three of us were incredibly nervous because we felt we
needed to tell their parents about how we felt about each other.  We had no idea
how they were going to react, and both Joey and Suzi made it quite clear my
parents and I were not to interfere in any way except verbally.

There was also the matter of exchanging gifts.  I knew my gift to Joey would
most likely be initially refused, if not by Joey, then by his father.  Suzi's
gift I wasn't as worried about since my dad was also giving her father the
goblets they had discussed last year.  Of course Suzi's mom might object, but
then she might not.  She did kind of liked me. :)

My mom and I made the dinner, and that unintentionally rung up some brownie
points with Suzi's mom.  In fact, Suzi's mom was the most understanding of the
four, probably because she had already pretty much figured out that Suzi was
seeing both Joey and I.  I mean, it was kinda obvious when Joey would take her
out, then I would, then Joey.. You get the picture.

Joey's and my mom had kept in touch pretty much, especially since Joey and I
were always doing stuff together.  Joey's mom would call to have Joey sent home
and then usually talk to my mom for a while.  On more than one occasion, they
would talk so long that Joey arrived home before they hung up.

So Joey's parents knew about how the mansion was a gift from my dad to me, and
that my mom was barely affording to keep it.  But they still were a little
uncomfortable to be in such a large and expensive home at first.  Once the three
mothers got busy chatting though, the atmosphere became fairly relaxed.  Joey's
dad even got a few minutes of friendly chit chat in with my dad, talking about a
few things they did after they left our camp last summer, and even talked about
doing something similar this coming summer.  

Suzi's dad monopolized the rest of my dad's time, but my dad and I both knew it
was just his nature and he wasn't actively trying to get something out of us.
Not that he didn't hope for something though.

Suzi, Joey and I were very quiet during the otherwise very talkative dinner.  We
weren't very hungry.  The butterflies in our stomachs were having orgies just so
they could multiply in greater numbers.

After we helped clear the table, Suzi, Joey and I announced we had some gifts to
exchange.  Both their parents had expected this since Joey and Suzi had both
brought something for me and each other, and Joey had brought something for my
mom too.  Actually, Joey's gift to my mom was from his parents as well, and that
made Suzi's parents feel they needed to apologize for not bringing something
themselves.

My presents to Joey and Suzi were in small boxes, but everyone expected them to
be something expensive, or at least cost more than what they got me.  But Joey's
gift to me was priceless, or at least it was to him, and only those who were
really close to him knew how priceless it was.

"A baseball card?  Oh my God. It's that one.  You can't really be giving it to
me!?  I mean SHE gave it to you..."

"Yeah, I know.  But all those years you and I traded baseball cards, you always
wanted it, and I would never tell you why I wouldn't trade it.  At least not
until you.. you know."

"But... Oh Joey... Thanks man... Really.. thanks, but I..  I have to tell you,
the only reason I wanted it was because you didn't want to give it up."

"I knew that.  But...  Tim, it's the only thing I could think of that...  You've
been my best friend my whole life.  I want you to take it.  It's important to me
that you do."

I sniffed, and gave him a hug, resisting the urge to give him a peck on the
cheek and stuff while in front of his parents.  It took several minutes before
we both could stop sniffling.  Even Suzi was a little snifflely as she explained
to our parents that Joey's dead sister had given it to him, the first of many in
his baseball card collection.

Suzi gave Joey the watch she had seen him admiring several times when we had
taken the twins shopping.

"Hey, speaking of the twins, where are they?" Joey asked as Suzi put the watch
on his wrist.

"Would you believe they had never tasted candy canes before?" I said with
somewhat humorous look.

"Candy canes?  What do you mean?" Suzi asked.

My father replied, "They got sick after eating nearly six dozen candy canes this
afternoon."

"Yeah," I added. "I've never seen someone actually look green like that before.
They were really upset about missing dinner and meeting everyone, but not as
upset as their stomachs were."

"I seem to remember someone else getting sick on some fudge one Christmas,"
Joey's mom said.

"Oh mom.." Joey said exasperated.  "Will you ever let me live that down?"

"I doubt it," Joey's dad said.  "She reminds me every year that I was the one
who let you get into the fudge.  'This time, make sure you put it up where Joey
can't reach it, dear.'"

"Uck," Joey said.  "I never wanted another piece after that night.  I hate
fudge."

I gave Suzi my present next, and her squeal when she opened it wasn't a complete
surprise.

"Ew Timmy.." she said pulling out the gold bracelet.  "It's just like... How did
you find it?"

"I didn't.  I had it made, using your, er, description of it.  Does it look like
your grandmother's?"

"It's identical! ..Except for the inscription on the back.  'Forever Love.'"

"May I see?" her mother asked.  Suzi handed it over to her, and she examined it
herself.  "It does looks just like the original.  Except for the inscription,
like Suzi said.  My mother's said 'Forever Yours.'  You couldn't have done this
just from Suzi describing it to you.."

"Okay.. Okay.  My dad was in Cincinnati last month and stopped by to photo the
original for me.  But that was after the jeweler already started it using my
description of what Suzi said.  Of course he had to start over, but.."

"Jesus, Charles.." Frank said. "That must have cost a mint to have something
like that custom made.  I don't know if she should accept something that
expensive.."

"I was expecting you to say something like that, Frank," my father said.  "Well,
if you can't let Suzi except her gift, then I don't expect you will want that
box over there.." 

Frank's eyes fell on the twelve inch square box, the largest gift under the
tree, and he nervously kneeled down in front of it.  He lifted it up, and
instantly knew from the weight, "My god.  You're giving me the goblets?"

"For university.  Tim's told me how much time you put into your job.  I thought
that perhaps it would be fitting for that library be called the Frank and Betty
Aster Medical Library, if it hasn't already been officially named.  After all,
you're the ones who have to put up with the snobs like myself so it could be
built," my dad said, laughing at his own joke like he always does.

"Well...  I...  I don't know what to say," Frank admitted.

"Charles, you've really done it," Suzi's mom said.  "Frank has never been short
for words, especially when it's about work.  I think he'll accept it, if I know
him like I do.  Thank you Charles, Samantha.  And thank you too, Tim," she
finished, popping a kiss on my forehead.

"Well, doesn't that take the cake," my father said.  "I spend the money, he gets
the kiss."

"Oh, now...  You get plenty of kisses," my mother teased, kissing him on the
forehead like Suzi's mom had me.

Joey gave my mom her present, and was very pleased with her response.

"Oh, you devils.  Margaret, I can't believe you spent this much on me!" she
said, holding up the crystal serving bowl.

"I'm sorry to say, it wasn't all that expensive.  But when I saw it on sale at
Jenny's, I knew you'd love it after the fuss you made over mine.  Yours holds a
little bit more than mine, does."

"Thank you Margaret, Tom, and sweet Joey," giving him the same kiss on the
forehead.  That reminded me I never had asked her why they had stopped messing
around, but now wasn't the time..

"Who's next?" I asked.

"Here Tim," Suzi said, handing me a box that suspiciously looked like the one
she gave Joey.

"Holy cow!  Joey!  You told her!" I said, pleasantly betrayed.  It was another
watch, but not like Joey's.  It was like his dad's calculator watch.

"Heh, yeah.  I was going to get it for you myself, but I wanted to give you the
card too much.  My dad even went and picked it out with her."

"I wanted to make sure you got the newer model," Joey's dad explained.  "Yours
holds telephone numbers and has a database also."

"Cool.." I said excitedly.  I didn't mention the fact I already had a database
and telephone directory in my head.  I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't just
force myself to remember things like that.  "Thanks Suz.  Thanks Mr. Connor...
Your turn, Joey."

Suzi's squeal was just as loud as when she opened my gift.  Actually, I liked
Joey's gift better than my own.

"It's a locket.  Oh!  With Joey's and Tim's pictures in it.  Ew Joey.. I love
it!"

"Yeah, Joey.  That's cool.  So that's why you wanted to see the bracelet.  You
wanted to try and match it.." I said, pretending I hadn't already known that.

"And Sss..since your mom gave me the picture of you, I uhm..  didn't need to
take that picture like I told you I was," Joey quickly made up.  I gave him a
quick grin at his near miss.

"Okay, last but not least..." I said, handing Joey the smallest box of the
bunch.

He looked at me with a frown when he shook it and couldn't hear anything.
"What. Is it empty?"

"Why don't you open it and find out," I teased.

He did so, ripping the paper off in one stroke.

"Shit, Tim.  You put enough tape on the box?" Joey said, forgetting Suzi's and
my parents were in the room.  His family cussed in front of each other all the
time.  Even his mom.

The color drained out of his face when he did finally open it.

"What is it?" Suzi asked.

Joey picked the keys up, making the familiar clanking noise that car keys make.
I had spent twenty minutes positioning those keys in paper to keep them from
making that exact noise, and finally just found some foam and cut slots in it to
stick the keys in.  The effort was well worth the surprise.

"Oh..  Wow.."  Suzi said as Joey's mother gasped.

"No sir," Joey's dad immediately said. "He's not taking a car from you.  No
Connor is going to accept charity, even from his best friend's father."

"But it's not charity!" I said, having expected that response at least.  "It's
sorta a payment for the work we've been doing.  Tell him, dad."

"It's true, Tom.  Joey and Tim have been working on something that, to me, is of
great value.  You don't need to know the details on what it's about, but if it
wasn't for Joey, we would have never figured what it was about in the first
place.  And he is the key to continuing the work."

"By dad is like hiring him, sorta.  And me.  He promised me a car too on my
birthday next month.  Don't say no until you see it, please?" I begged.

"Come on, dad.  Let me at least see it.  Then if you say no, I won't argue with
you," Joey said, not really sure if he would be able to keep that agreement.

"No.  Absolutely not.  Tim, we appreciate the act, and Charles, I know you're
just trying to do this for your son, but I'm sure Joey was doing whatever he was
doing for the fun of it, and wasn't expecting payment for it.  He's not going to
accept it and that's..."

"But DAD!" Joey said, suddenly noticing something.  He held the key chain up to
his dad's face."

"Mm.. Mustang?" Joey's dad said, almost nervously.

"Nineteen sixty seven, cherry red convertible, in case you're interested," my
dad said.  "Oh, and before you start saying how expensive it must of been,
don't.  It doesn't run.  The body is in great condition, but the engine is shot.
But Tim tells me you and Joey work on your car all the time, so that shouldn't
be.."

"Where is it?" Joey and his dad both said at the same time.  I don't know who
was more excited, but I could swear I saw some drool on the side of Tom's mouth.

We took them out to the garage, and I pulled down the makeshift curtain at the
end of the building, next to the only limo I had never ridden in.

Joey and his father made strange noises as they caressed the shiny red paint,
massaged the tires, swirled their fingers over the dash board like two boys
feeling a woman's skin for the first time.  I almost expected them to start
kissing the seats, but they skipped the seats and popped the hood instead.

"Shit.  Look at this, Joey.  It's a fuckin' wreck."

"Shit.  I guess we won't be taking it out for a test drive any time soon.  Holy
shit, dad.  The belts are rotted.. and.."

They both turned around and looked at me and my dad.

"What?" I said.

"You can't fool us," Joey said.

"You bought the car in perfect condition, then swapped the motor with this piece
of shit." Tom continued.

"You're absolutely... wrong," my father replied. "That is the original engine.
A man by the name of Gerald T. Finch bought it after it was pulled from a swamp.
He restored the paint and the interior, but he never got around to the engine
except to clean the swamp sludge from it.  He traded it for an old limo I had
parked in the spot it's in now.  Finch is getting on in age, and he wanted
something, shall I say, more mature for his wife's sake.  The limo was my
father's, and it wasn't running either, but it wouldn't take much to get it
going again.  I personally hated the thing."

"But if you don't accept it," I added "there's a guy who wants to buy it from
us.  He has a spot waiting in his collection, right next to three other
Mustangs.  I just don't understand why he never drives any of his cars.  They
just sit inside this big warehouse, looking all nice pretty while the guy shows
them to maybe three or four people a year.."

"Come on, dad.." Joey whined.

"What do you think," Tom asked his wife.

"Shit, you don't want my opinion.  You know how I hate cleaning the shit you get
on your clothes after you two tinker with the car.  But you know you want it."

"Shit, all right, then.  I'll let him have it on one condition.  You figure out
how much it is really worth, then Joey and I will pay you back little by little.
No buts.  That's how it's going to work.  And... Thanks."

"Yeah," Joey said grabbing me. "Thanks," and promptly kissed me on the lips.

"JOEY!" his father bellowed.

Joey and I jerked apart, realizing we both had forgotten ourselves.

The looks of shock we were getting from Suzi's and Joey's parents, especially
Joey's dad, made the butterflies in our stomach turn into bees.  We hadn't
intended to tell them about Joey and I.

"Uhm, I think we all better go back inside and have a little talk," Suzi finally
said.

The tension was thick as we sat down in the room my mom and I had turned into a
family room.  Before remodeling, it had been where my grandfather's harem of
women under the age of twenty had lived.  My father hadn't bothered to use it
since he moved into my mother's mansion, but it still took a lot of persuasion
before he would allow us to alter the function of the room.  What we called our
living room was very similar in shape, it having been the room where the more
mature women had lived.  The sofa and pillows Joey's and Suzi's parents sat on
were even the original furniture.

"Uhm, mom, dad?" Joey began, then hesitated no knowing what to really say.

"Let me go first, Joey," Suzi said.  When he nodded, she looked at her parents,
and said, "You know I care for Tim and Joey, but I don't think you knew how much
I love them, both of them.  And no matter what Tim thinks, I love them equally."
She said, holding our hands up to her chest.

"I guess it's my turn," I said before Joey could say anything.  "Mr. and Mrs.
Connor, probably the only reason why Joey and I can both love Suzi with out
hating each other is... well, we kinda feel the same way towards each other."

"Yeah," Joey said, not looking at anyone.  "But in a way it's different.  Not
that we don't love each other, cause we do, but we don't see each other as
boyfriends, just... I don't know..  Close.  Closer than close.  Just like we are
with Suzi," he said looking up at us, not hearing the confliction he had just
made.

"Well, that's fine and all, but.. you two don't go around..  Kissing, do you?"
Tom said.

Joey and I exchanged desperate looks, but Suzi was the one who answered.

"And what's wrong with that?  I've seen you give him kisses before, and he even
gave you one once."

"But he's my son.  And they were on the cheeks.  Shit Joey.." he shuddered.

"Sam, did you know about this?" Margaret asked.

"Yes, but.."

"Why didn't you tell me?  I thought we were friends.  Tell me you didn't
encourage it."

"I didn't encourage it or discourage it.  Margaret, they're not hurting anyone.
If they were, then I would have told you.  They have the right to live their own
lives."

"I think you're blowing things out of proportion," Suzi's mom said to the
Connors.  "They obviously are more interested in girls than.. boys.  I've
suspected something like this was going on for sometime.  And I don't really
know the boys like you do."

"You knew?" Suzi said amazed.  "Then why didn't you say something?"

"Because you gave every indication you didn't want to talk about it.  You may be
surprised to find out what I know, if you ever took me into your confidence,"
her mother said rather oddly.  Even without my telepathic abilities I could tell
she had been hurt by Suzi's secretive nature concerning Joey and I.

"I'm sorry, mommy," Suzi said giving her a hug.

"So Frank, did you know?" Tom asked, feeling a bit frustrated.

"No.  What about you, Charles?"

"Uh-oh," I said when I saw a mischievous look in my dad's eyes.

"Not only did I know about it, I have their first fuck on tape," he said
smiling.

"Oh my God," Margaret said.  "Please tell me you don't mean what I think you
mean."

"I knew it!" Joey's father cried.  "Joey, Margaret, get your things.  We're
leaving.  And don't even try arguing, boy.  You're in deep shit as it is."

"I can't believe you said that!" I cried at my dad.

"We're not leaving!" Joey said very defiantly.  "I'm not a fuckin' faggot, and
if you don't know that, then..  then.... FUCK YOU!"

"Samantha, maybe we should leave," Suzi's mom said.

"MOM!?!," Suzi cried.  "I can't leave!?!"

Joey's father was trying to force Joey to leave with them, and Suzi's father was
about to do the same with Suzi.  I looked over at my parents and was shocked to
see them watching the scene with amusement.

So I did the only thing I could think of that didn't involve my powers.  I
picked up the crystal bowl and dropped it on the bare marble floor.

The explosion of glass shattering brought everyone's attention to me.

"No one is leaving until you hear me out.  I love Joey and Suzi.    I'd give my
life to save theirs.  Shit, they are my life.  Yes, all three of us made love.
Mr. and Mrs. Connor, I've known you all my life.  You've said yourself I'm
almost family.  And Joey and I have practically done everything together.  So
doesn't it make a little bit of sense that we have special feelings for each
other?  I trust him, I know his every thought, and I love him.  Can you tell me
what is so wrong with that?"

"It's unnatural," Joey's father said in a stern voice.  "That's what is wrong
with it."

"Why?" Joey asked.

"Because it is.  Men don't have sex with men.  Shit, Joey.  I thought you knew
better.  Ever since mister big shot over there finally decided to claim his
bastard son.."

"You fuckin' asshole," Joey breathed.  "Tim and I started messing around almost
a year before we even knew about his dad.  I guess I'm the bastard.  You can't
be my father.  My father would understand." 

And without another word, Joey ran out the door.

"Joey!" his mother called after him.

"Let him be.  He'll come to his senses," Joey's dad said.

"He's not the only one who needs to come to his senses," I said as I ran out
after Joey.

Suzi looked painfully up at her mother.

"Oh, all right," she said. "But grab your coat, and you better take theirs as
well."

"Betty!?" Frank said shocked.

"Hush, Frank.  She knows what she's doing."

Meanwhile, I tracked Joey down to the garage where he was sitting inside the
Mustang, staring out into space as tears slowly ran down his face.

"Hey, can I sit with ya?" I asked.

"It's your car.." Joey said sadly.

I didn't say what I was thinking, just silently got in beside him.

"If only I hadn't fucked up and kissed you like that.  Everything was cool until
that," he said a few minutes later.

"You mean we, don't you.  I fucked up as much as you did."

"Yeah, but still..  At least your mom and dad don't call you unnatural and
shit."

"They didn't call you unnatural.  If anyone is to blame for this mess, it's my
dad.  You know he did that on purpose just for fun.  Shit, Joey.  My mom was
even smiling at it while your dad was trying to force you out the door.  My mom!
I can't figure that out."

"Shit.. But what are we going to do?"  He said, starting to cry in earnest.

My own tears started to flow then too.  I reached out to pull him towards me,
and ended up with him crying into my shoulder.

"I don't know, Joey," I said, trying to keep myself from following his example.
"I guess we'll just have to stop... being?.. friends?!" That's where my own dam
broke.

We recovered ourselves when we heard the garage side door slam shut.  Suzi gave
a sigh of relief when she saw us, and walked over carrying our coats.

"Aren't you two freezing?" she said quietly.

"I'm too numb right now to care," Joey said.

"Well, put this on anyway," Suzi said, tossing us our winter coats.

"Thanks Suz," I said, shivering as I put mine on.  "So, you want to join us for
a ride down depression lane?" I said with a weak smile.

"Only if I get to drive," she said, going over to Joey's side.  "Scoot over.
You're not in any condition to be behind the wheel." she teased.

Joey complied, but he didn't respond to her humor.

"Tim thinks we should stop being friends," he finally announced.

"No he doesn't, and neither do you," Suzi said. "Come on guys.  You know they're
wrong.  Joey, just give them some time to think it out.  And I'm pretty sure my
mom is on our side...  Parents.  Go figure."

I snuggled up to Joey, and he put his arm around me, then snuggled up against
Suzi.  Suzi turned herself so she could lay against the door, then pulled Joey
closer until his back was laying against her chest, and I was laying sideways
against his.

"Joey, remember when we did it that day when Tim wasn't talking to us?  Remember
what you said afterwards?"

"I said I betrayed the only person I thought I could never betray."

I have him a hug, then said, "And it turned out you didn't."

"Let's just run away together.  We could do it, ya know." Joey said a few
minutes later.

"Oh Joey.  They already lost your sister.  Do you really want them to lose you
too?" I said.

"No..." he said, tearing up again.

We laid in the car for probably a half an hour, talking about nothing in
particular, all of us trying to sort our feelings and figure out what we could
do.

Finally Suzi said, "I'm getting cold.  Can we go for a walk or something?  I'll
be okay if we keep moving."

So we went outside and walked the path the go-carts had made last fall.  Time
flew by as we walked the complete path three times around.  Then finally we
decided to head back and face the music.

"Well, whatever happens, we can always form a link and talk later," Joey said as
we walked up the back steps.

"Yeah," I said. "Uhm, thanks for the presents, guys.  I'm sorry you probably
won't get to keep yours Joey.  I'll keep it for you if you want."

"We'll see," Joey said.  "Ready?" he asked with his hand on the door knob.

We nodded and entered the kitchen.

"You think they left?" Suzi said softly when we didn't hear anyone.

"No, they're here... Holy shit.  You're not going to believe what they're
watching," I said even softer.

We snuck our heads around the corner, finding everyone sitting and watching...
well, us.

My mom and dad were sitting in a lazy boy, my mom laying partially on top and
beside him while they shared a bowl of popcorn.  Both Suzi's and Joey's dads
were holding their wives close, and Joey's dad suspiciously had his right hand
under Margaret's shirt.  But at the time he was only rubbing her tummy.

Their attention was fixed on the TV where a slightly younger image of Joey
pounded away into Suzi's back door while I laid underneath her.  I didn't
recognize when the tape was made until the screen showed us changing our
position.

"They keep saying something.  Shit.  I wish your equipment had sound, Charles,"
Tom said.

"Look at that," Frank said softly. "I've never seen anything like it before."

"Suzi sure seems to like it," Margaret commented.

"I wonder why they've only done it once before this," Betty pondered.

"Shit, I'd do it every night if there was two of me," Tom said.

"Shit! Did I hear you right?" Margaret asked.  "You'd make love to me while
another man did too?"

"Fuck, no.  Not another man.  I said if there were two of me.  I wouldn't trust
any one el..  Oh sshhhiiit.  That's it, isn't it.  God Damnit."

"What?" Frank said.

"Joey isn't going queer.  Neither is Tim.  They just trust each other.  Shit
Margaret, what have I done."

"I was just as upset as you were..  Shit, you didn't do it all," Margaret said.

My mom and dad both took a handful of popcorn and nosily munched it down.

Suddenly my dad said, "Here's my favorite part.  Watch this."

The action on the screen had been speeding up, and now Suzi was bouncing back
and forth fairly quickly.  Our second game of Suz-ball had actually been a let
down, so I wasn't sure why my dad had called it his favorite part.

But the camera angle showed our crotches at a very good angle, and when Joey
came, his dick actually appeared to expand in size, obviously an optical
illusion of some sort, but never the less very impressive.

Even my mom gasped at that, and Joey's dad immediately cried, "That's my boy!"

"Tom!" Margaret said, then suddenly wiggled madly as her husband started moving
his hands into her pants.

"Thomas...  Stop it!  Now, not in front of... Tom....  TOM!"

"What? I don't think they will notice.  They're a little busy themselves," Tom
said before placing his mouth on her neck.

As the images of the three of us settled down in each other's arms, the two
couples on the couch started their own show, one that Joey and Suzi didn't have
any intention of watching.

"Oh, come on you two.  They watched us.  It's only fair," I complained mentally
when they indicated they wanted to leave.  They insisted, but before I turned to
leave, my father's arm appeared off the side of the chair, holding the bowl of
popcorn out obviously to me.  I grinned and sent him a 'no thanks', then joined
Suzi and Joey in the kitchen for some dessert.

"You know," I said between a forkful of angels food cake, "my mom and dad set
all that up."

"What do you mean, set it up?" Joey said with his mouth partially full.

"Of course they set it up.  You mean you just figured that out?" Suzi asked.

"Well, yeah," I said.  "When did you figure it out?"

"The moment your dad mentioned the tape and your mom didn't jump all over him.
Jeez, guys.  I thought you knew her better than that."

"Shit.  She's right," Joey said.

"You know Joey?  I think we're starting to slip.  We're the ones who used to
pull things on our parents, remember?"

"Yeah.  I can't wait to find out what our kids do.."

We all sat quietly thinking about that one for a few minutes, then Joey got a
smile on his face.

"What?" Suzi and I said almost simultaneously.

"Let's go break in the back seat of my car," he said with a sparkle in his eye.

"Okay, but _I_ still get to drive," Suzi said.


========================================================================

Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net

Chapter X:  10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
Part 6 - Sweet Sixteen
(mc, mf)

"Oh, mom.  That feels gooood," I said as she slurped on my dick.

"Yeah, she's using a number sixteen on you," Joey said, carefully watching her
as he fucked my mom from behind.

I reached down and fondled my mom's breasts, feeling their soft yet firmness,
their larger than average nipples, and gave them both a little twist.

"Mom, are you sure it's okay to do this?  I mean, I know it's my sweet sixteen
birthday and everything, but didn't you say we could never do it?"

My mom pulled her lips off my dick and said, "You're right.  It's not right for
me to suck you on your sweet sixteen.."

"That's what I thought... What are you doing?"

"Oh, Timmy..  For your sixteenth, I'm going to fuck you," my mom said, sliding
herself onto my dick.

"But... But.." I said before moaning.  Her cunt was incredible to me.  But the
images of her as a baby kept flashing in my head, and then I realized my dick
was inside the very passage I had been born through.

"Mom, stop..  You can't... I won't..."

Suddenly my mom's eyes glowed and pierced through my mind shield.

"You will fuck me, Timothy.  You want to fuck me, and you will fertilize me with
your seed," a deep voice said out of my mother's mouth.

I awoke with a jump, startling the twins who had just woke up themselves and had
planned to give me a wake up blow job for my birthday.

"Shit," I said under my breath.  I hadn't had one about mom for a long time.

I got out of bed, much to the dismay of the twins, and went over to the window.
The sun was just starting to lighten the horizon, but there was plenty of light
otherwise with the January's new fallen snow.

"Man..  Of all the days for it to snow.  Why did it have to do it on my
sixteenth birthday?  No, of course I don't expect you to answer that, girls.
I'm just.. Just don't worry about it."

I crawled back into bed and allowed myself to be pampered by their mouths.  I
was surprised when after they finished they crawled up to my chest and each took
a nipple.  They hadn't done that before.

I let my hands roam their nude backs and cheeks, spending a little time just to
enjoy their touch before I had to get up and go to school.

The memory of my dream gave me a moment of panic when the nude figure of my mom
came into my room to tell me school had been canceled.

"And happy birthday, baby," she said kissing my forehead.

"Uhm, mom?" I said before she left the room.

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Well, of course, dear.  Is something wrong?" she said, coming back over to the
bed.

"No, I don't think so, but...  Are you, uhm, like going to get pregnant?"

The shock on her face only lasted a few moments, then she sighed and sat down on
the bed.

"Before I answer that, can I ask you why you're asking me?"

"Well, you and Joey haven't been messing around for, what, almost four months
now.  And even you and dad are cooling it a little.  But I also remember you
saying something to dad once about how you some times had wished I had been a
little girl, just so you could do those girl things."

"You know I wouldn't want you any different," she said after getting over the
shock of how much I knew.

"I know. I'm not worried about that.  But.. I guess in the back of my mind I've
been picking up other things, and this morning I had a dream that kinda fit
things together for me.  You're getting your body ready to have a baby, aren't
you.  And that's why you're not having sex with anyone.  You don't want to risk
getting pregnant until you're ready."

"I've underestimated you again, haven't I.  I'm sorry Timmy.  I should have
never tried to keep it a secret from you.  But I'm not even sure I can still
have children. I didn't want to tell you before I knew one way or the other in
case it upset you."

"Well, I'm not going to say I love the idea, but then I don't hate it either.
I'm just not sure if this family could stand another mind to control.  Uhm, and
there is something else.  That dream I had this morning...  I know this will
sound kind of a strange question but...  Uhm, who's gonna be the father?"

She blinked at me a couple of times, then said, "Your father of course.  Who did
you think?  Joey?"

"Uhm, no..  But it doesn't matter.  I take it you are still going to work?"

"I was..  I think I'll be going in late.  Would you mind if I held my sixteen
year old baby for a while?"

I ignored the flashback I had of my dream as the twins made room for my mom.
But I had to order my dick to stay soft.  My mom and I had never snuggled in the
nude before.

In another life, another world, my mom and I would have both lost control,
making passionate love with each other like our desires demanded.  But in this
reality, our minds were full of the images of each other as babies, and
eventually even fell asleep, with only peaceful dreams of having a new baby in
the house.

But when I woke up, I found myself only a few inches from my mother's sleeping
face.  Her mouth was slightly open, and her sweet breath repeatedly swept across
my face.  I watched her sleep, and even knew when she was about to awaken just
by the change in her breathing.

Her eyes slowly opened and focused, then we both had a moment of confusion.  But
once the confusion had cleared, we found ourselves closing that gap as we
allowed ourselves to sample a kiss.

The moment our lips met, our bodies flooded our minds with their demands.
Without realizing our actions, our bodies pressed against each other and stayed
that way.  But something in the kiss began washing away our bodies' urges, and a
minute after the kiss began, our control was restored.

The kiss had contained a deep feeling of improperness, a sensation that we never
were meant to be more than mother and son.  This emotion, this basic truth about
ourselves penetrated our souls and bodies, reducing and removing our primitive
lust for each other's sexual contact.

That simple kiss had contained what I like to call an antidote for the sexual
attraction we had formed for each other.  Our minds and bodies now agreed that
there was nothing to find pleasurable in sex between mother and son.

So we laid comfortably and at ease next to each other, talking for the first
time about the dreams we had of each other.  My mothers were very similar to
mine, but a few of mine were more disturbing than hers, including the one I had
experienced that very morning.

We spend nearly the whole morning talking in bed, telling each other the most
private of private secrets and thoughts.  I had never felt so close to my mother
before that day.  After we bared our souls to each other that morning, we made
an open agreement that we would always permit each other to freely scan each
other's thoughts, knowing we never needed to hide anything from the other again.

We felt as if our hands had been untied, or a weight had been lifted from our
shoulders.  And to my surprise, she wholeheartedly agreed when I asked if we
could examine each other's bodies as a sort of test.

My mother, probably the sexiest woman I have ever known, didn't even make me
hard when her hands examined my genitals.  To my mind and body, it was like my
own hand feeling my testicles, learning their shape and size just out of
curiosity.  There was no intention to arouse me, so I simply wasn't aroused.
I'm sure she could have, but she wouldn't, therefore I didn't. Uh, yeah.

My own exploring of her body took longer, but the amount of physical contact was
less.  I became fascinated by her ass hole.  I know the thought of even seeing
your mother's ass probably makes you shudder, but then your mother probably
hadn't had as much anal sex as mine, and her rose was truly extraordinary.

Before she met my father, my mother explored every form of sexual intercourse,
training and conditioning herself in the pursuit of increasing her own pleasure
and becoming the most sexual creature who ever lived.  She had become consumed
with this quest of sexual perfection, and when she accidentally met my father at
a popular strip club, she enslaved him so he could complete her conditioning
without risking his betrayal.

My paternal grandfather hadn't resisted using his own power to shape my father
into what my grandfather wanted.  Everything my father had been was the result
of his own father's tampering, creating a twisted man with conflicting goals for
his life.  My mother had spent nearly an entire month undoing the layers of
commands his father had haphazardly added whenever his son displeased him in
some way.  She had taken pity on him, and after those layers had been removed
and his mind began to heal, she formed a loving relationship with the man
emerging from his father's shadow.

My father was freed from my mother's control before their project was finished.
But because he had enjoyed the work he had done, especially the anal sex, they
continued while she was under his control, completing it a few weeks before he
was forced to release her.

Despite fourteen years of celibacy, my mother never allowed her body to lose the
physical conditioning he had put her through.  She eventually realized she would
have never finished the physical training if she had not been forced to.  She
felt that God had given her the only means to complete her work, and then
returned her to sanity by giving her a child.  Living without the pleasures she
had worked so hard to maximize had been the penalty or price of his gifts, and
the sixteen long years of resisting her desires for her own child had been his
way of testing her. 

Her eyes filled with happy tears as she told me, "I've passed his test...  Oh
Timmy, my baby...  Not only did he give you to me, but he gave me my life back
after I had lost my way..."

Suddenly her eyes opened wide in astonishment, then she exclaimed, "I think I'm
going to have cramps!"

My mother truly started crying then, and at first I thought it was from pain.
But I quickly discovered her tears were still from joy, even though she
continued to feel the initial sensations of menstrual cramps.  She hadn't had
cramps since her teenage years, and this led her to believe God was rewarding
the passing of his test with the chance to have another child.

I suppose I had my doubts whether or not God had actually done these things, but
at the time it didn't matter.  Even if the day had ended there, it still would
have been my favorite birthday I ever had.  And lucky for me the day wasn't over
yet.

(The only birthday that actually tops this one wasn't on my birthday, but my
daughter's. Her birth opened a whole new chapter in my life, and it is a chapter
that I do not feel I need to write.  You're meant to experience it, not read
about it.)

After my mom got over her joy-cry, I found myself switching roles with her for
the first time.  I had always been the one who would lay my head against her
chest and wrap my arms around her while she would run her fingers through my
hair, or rubbed my back if I was sick or sad.  For a moment I almost cried
myself as I ran my fingers through her soft hair, feeling her cheek against my
chest, only once giving a thought to my pecker laying against her soft belly.

Joey had tried to contact me twice while my mother and I were having our time
together.  He had been surprised when we were still talking on his second
attempt, and simply asked me to contact him and Suzi when I was ready.

It was nearly noon before we finally did get out of bed.  The twins were playing
ping pong, and I wouldn't be surprised if they had been doing it ever since they
left the bed around seven.  The twins seemed to enjoy just standing there,
hitting the ball back and forth, never missing, never even attempting to make
the other miss, sometimes spending hours at a time without changing their steady
beat.

We fixed ourselves a large brunch, and the four of us ate together in the
dinette room, watching the snow continue to fall through the large glass
windows.

My father called and wished me a happy birthday, and promised we would go car
shopping as soon as the roads permitted.  The original plan had been for my mom
to take me to get my license right after school, then the three of us would go
look at cars.

Since it didn't appear that any of that would happen that day, my mom told me to
go look in the garage where Joey's mustang had been parked two weeks earlier.

"Oh my GOD!" I exclaimed when I saw Beany's twin.  It wasn't brand new, but it
was in great condition, and it was the exact same model as Beany, the helicopter
I had flown last fall.

I was so happy I felt weak in the knees.  I had been dreaming of flying in Beany
again ever since I left Holly laying naked in Beany's trailer.  I looked for
months to find another Beany and never found one.  So finding one in my garage
was a pretty big shock.  A very pleasant one to say the least.

Beany had a single sparkly silver paint job, but this one was two tone.  Its
metallic red and metallic blue gave it a race car look.  The body was in better
shape than Beany, but one look at the motor told me why.  It couldn't have been
flown for years.

"Well I guess that kills my idea of flying over to Joey's and Suzi's," I said to
myself out loud.

"I don't think I'd want you flying in a snow storm anyway," my mom said from
behind me.

"Jeez, you startled me.  How did you find it?  What's her name?"

"You are asking the wrong person.  I only accepted the delivery.  It was sent by
a... Holly Quinn?"

"Holly!.. Quinn?  Oh yeah...  Quinn was her real dad's last name.  Wow.  I can't
believe she found another one like Beany.  And I can't believe she bought it for
me."

"This is the letter that came with it," my mom said, handing over an envelope.
"It came Monday while you were at that basketball game with Suzi.  Tim... How
safe is that thing?  It doesn't even have a glass bubble or anything."

"Huh?" I said while ripping the envelope open.  "But that's the beauty of it,
mom..  Nothing between you everything else.  The only thing cooler than this
would be one of those jet backpacks NASA has...  Hmm, I wonder if they sell
those...  Oh well," I said as I unfolded the letter.

--------------
Tim,

    After my mom and dad got back from their second honeymoon, my dad gave me
the shock of my life.  He took me out to a warehouse my real dad had owned that
my stepdad sold a long time ago.  The owner recently called him when they found
an old crate they missed back when they had bought the place.  Guess what was in
it.

    Meet Midge, Beany's older sister.  I don't know for sure why my dad had
Midge boxed up, but I think he did it so mom wouldn't know he kept her.  Mom
said she had thrown a fit when he bought Beany because he was all the time
flying around in Midge instead of playing with me.  I don't remember Midge at
all, just Beany.

    Since I can't fly two of them at once, and I know you love flying Beany
almost as much as I do, I just had to give her to you.  And it is the least I
could do after changing my life.  Dicky (I call him that sometimes) and mom send
their thanks too.  You will have to explain it to me sometime how Larry knows he
never actually spoke to his dad, but still feels like he did.

As you can see, Midge's engine needs some work, and I sent along a list of
places where I get parts for Beany.  If you need some help with her, let me
know.

                     Go get'em, Tiger

                      Love,
                            Holly Marie Strodmyer-Quinn

PS
   If you have Midge up and running by May, let's get the two girls together and
have a little race.  Then maybe afterwards, we can break your trailer in.
-----------------

"Wow.  Mom?  Meet Midge....  Oh MAN!  I just can't believe it!" I said hopping
in place.

"Goodness, Tim.  You haven't hopped up and down like that since you were little.
I just hope my present interests you after this."

"Huh?  Mom, you already gave me your present.  And it was better than getting
Midge.  Uhm, but I can open yours now if you want and we can..."

"No sir," she said with a smile.  "You have to wait until you eat your dinner.
You know the rules.."

I sighed and said, "Yeah, I know the rules." Then I brightened up and I looked
back at Midge.  I started jumping up and down again saying, "Oh boy, oh boy, oh
BOOYY!" just like I used to, getting a laugh out of my mom.

After she went back inside, I contacted Joey and Suzi to tell them my news.
Suzi was happy for me, but just didn't get excited like I thought she would.
Joey got really excited at first, but then he found out it was only a one
seater, and his enthusiasm dropped quite a bit.  He even was a little hesitant
about agreeing to help me get Midge running.  

Joey and his dad were still working on the Mustang every moment they could.  But
Joey knew I couldn't do it without him, and they were almost finished with the
car.  The engine was running the week after they got her, but they insisted it
sounded sick and they have been tuning it up ever since.  I personally think
they just love working on it, and I'm sure they will never be so satisfied by
its performance that they say it doesn't need more work.

In fact, Joey and his dad were working on it while I communicated with him.
Their Oldsmobile hadn't been in the garage since the Mustang was dropped off,
and before I closed the connection with Joey, his mom came in the garage to cuss
them out because they still hadn't shoveled the driveway or cleared the snow off
the Olds.

Suzi and I actually got on the phone so she didn't look like she was spacing out
while we communicated.  We spent almost an hour talking about nothing as I
watched  the twins hit that damn ping pong ball back and forth.  Suzi had been
bored stiff, claiming if her brother wasn't away at college, at least she would
have someone to suck on.  Yes, she was joking.

After I got off the phone with her, I too found myself a little bored.  I wanted
to go out and play in the snow, but the twins hated cold weather, and snow just
didn't excite them.  The last time it snowed, I had actually convinced them to
come out and try to play in it.  

I thought I had succeeded when I suggested building a snow man. As it turned
out, I did all the hard work, rolling the three big snow balls to their
satisfaction, lifting them up on top of each other, then rerolling the head
after I dropped the first one.  And then all they did was spend five minutes
making the most amazingly real looking snow cock and balls, and ten minutes
later, Frosty got his first, and last, blow job.  Two hot mouths like that make
short work of a dick made out of snow.  But you know?  I could have sworn his
smile was bigger than when I had stuck those rocks in his face.

So today I didn't bother ask the twins to come out.  I just put my winter coat
and gloves on, went out to the storage shed, and started up the tractor with the
plow on front.  I swear, I'll never use a shovel again.  Especially not after I
inherited almost a quarter mile stretch of driveway.  Even with the tractor, it
still took me three hours to plow the whole drive.

I moaned when I pulled up in front of the house where the twins stood in their
snow bunny outfits.  I spent the next hour rolling up, no, not three, but six
large snowballs, three for each twin.  They had fought over the last one, so
they insisted they each got their own this time.

Once the two snowmen's bodies were stacked, I went inside and collapsed in front
of the fire place.  One of the maids brought me some hot chocolate, and I
suddenly was in a rather selfish mood.  My mom was working in her office
upstairs, and I didn't expect her to be down until dinner.  So as the maid
helped me undress, I gathered the few other hired help, and for the first time
since moving in, I took advantage of my servant's servitude.

I looked them over, and quickly picked Fanny and sent the others away.

"Fanny, how long has it been since you served your master sexually?" I asked as
I stretched out nude on the sofa.

"Three long months, master. Not since you asked me to be your maid.  I've longed
to touch your cock ever since I saw you that first day.  Please, may I feel it?"
she said, licking her lips nervously.

"Wouldn't you rather suck it?"

"Oh, yes master.  I crave to taste your hot cock.  I want to feel you fuck my
slutty mouth, and use me like the fuck toy I am."

"Then suck it, bitch," I said.

I almost gasped when she took it all the way into her throat immediately, but I
managed to stay silent.  For some reason I didn't want to give her the
satisfaction of knowing I was enjoying her actions.

But then I looked down at her as she attempted to tongue my balls while holding
my cock in her throat.  Her desperate need to please me was both extremely
erotic and heart breaking at the same time.

Stuck between my moral conscience and my lust, I did the only thing I could do.
I moaned my head off, giving her probably one of my best performances in my
life.  And somewhere in pretending I was being taken to the brink of Eden, I
suddenly lost myself in my own pleasure.  She very willingly allowed me to take
her head in my hands and fuck her mouth and throat in an almost savage and
brutal manner.

And when I came, I somehow had enough sense to let her go so she could taste it
all before swallowing it down.

I was shaking by the time I had come to my senses, and I immediately ordered her
to stop.  She complied with my order, but only because she had no choice.  And
she didn't try to hide the wet spot starting to show through her maid's uniform,
something that wasn't supposed to happen unless we say.

"Fanny, did you really like that?  I mean... You're so horny I can't believe you
can stand still."

"I live to please my masters.  My own wishes don't matter."

"Fanny, for now on they do.  You are no longer just a mindless toy.  You are a
woman with needs and feelings for yourself.  Fanny, what is it that you want?"

"I... I don't...  I want you!" she said, throwing her body on top of mine.   Her
tongue forced itself inside my mouth, and began almost raping it.

As Fanny's wet clothed crotch humped my hardening member, I examined Fanny's
mind to find out what was going on.

Part of my father's conditioning of his slave's minds had been to increase the
sexual desires.  My father felt it was important for the slaves to have sex at
least once a week as a payment for their servitude.  But unless they were
instructed to do so, they would never initiate the sex with anyone.

After becoming part of my staff, Fanny moved out of my father's mansion and got
her own place to live.  I wanted to give her a life separate from her job as a
maid.  But I had been negligent on completing my promise to do this, and I found
the result disturbing.  Fanny had taken up fantasizing about the sex she needed
to have.  I was at the center of that fantasy, becoming the object of her sexual
desires.

My attention was sharply diverted to her attempts to fuck me with her clothes
still on had actually succeeded.  My cry of pain as the head of my dick tore
through the black cloth was followed by her own cry of pleasure.  She humped my
burning dick shouting, "MASTER!  OH MASTER!" driving my own lust back up despite
my wounded member.

I swear there was a flash of light when her burrowing fingers suddenly
penetrated my ass.  And all I could do was lay there as her tongue had again
swarmed into my mouth and her fingers pulled my ass open wider.  I finally
couldn't take the one way stimulation anymore and drove my hands to her flopping
breasts.

But I wanted her ass.  That's what I wanted.  I would not settle for less.

So, I too sent my fingers burrowing.  Fanny became quite passive as I stimulated
her rose with my index fingers, slowly pulling her forwards into the butt fuck
position.  Then I nearly shot my load when she jerked herself backwards so hard
all four fingers of my left hand sank inside her to the knuckles.

Only the memory of Nicky's shit covered arm stopped me from going inside any
further. It was a very strange sensation, finding myself holding her ass from
the inside.  I played with her like that, her moans and gasps getting me hotter
as she wiggled the hot glove on my hand.   And when I started getting tired of
that, I tried on the other glove.

Once I had worked my four fingers of my right hand inside her slippery cunt, she
fell flat on her back from the massive orgasm flowing through her sweat covered
body.

I grimaced when I realized what was being pressed up against the back of my left
hand.  I pulled my hand out of her ass so fast it slapped me in the face, giving
me a good whiff of the piece of shit had been trying to get past my hand.

My other hand followed the first when I noticed she had the lump of crap halfway
out.  I don't think I've ever run to the bathroom so fast or scrubbed my hand so
hard.  And it still smelled like shit for the rest of the day.

Fanny had passed out after her orgasm had finally passed.  I helped one of the
other maids move her to a bedroom and clean up the mess before sitting back down
and relaxing.

I felt extremely tired as I sat in the living room, staring out the window,
watching the snow begin to fall again.  Something about the falling snow made me
think of Penny and her mom.  I kept seeing Carol's face in the patterns of the
wisping snow.

I'm not sure if I somehow hypnotized myself, or just fell asleep with my eyes
open.  I just remember suddenly realizing that the face I was staring at wasn't
one I recognized.

The jerk my body made when I came to my senses startled the person who had been
looking in at me.  Luckily I had put some clothes on after getting chilled from
sitting at the window like that.  The stranger had been trying to determine
whether I had been real or some kind of life like dummy.  

I was ready to leave the window to find something to eat when I realized that
having someone on the grounds whom I didn't know was rather odd.  I mean, it
wasn't like the old house where the side walk as only a couple of yards from the
front door.  Whoever it was was purposely trespassing.

I scanned the strangers mind and found he was having car troubles and had
already walked a mile or two before finding our plowed drive. The twenty year
old man almost decided to leave, but his feet were wet and numb, and he wasn't
even sure if there was anywhere else to go.

"Hey!  Do you need help or something?" I called out the front door.  He yelled a
positive response of some kind, and hurried towards me.

"My car broke down," he said when he reached the base of the steps. "Can I use
your phone?"

"You could if it was working," I said smiling.  "Come on.  You look like you
could use a fire.  We have a radio we can use to send someone a message if you
need to."

When he finally reached the top of the heated marble steps, he replied with
chattering teeth, "Nobody is expecting me.  I just needed to call a tow."

"I doubt you're gonna get anyone out here in this weather," I said leading him
inside.  "Looks like you may be spending the night.  We have plenty of room."

"Uhm, well...  Thanks for offering, but I don't want to impose," he said between
chattering fits.

"You're not imposing, you're freezing.  You'll be lucky if you don't catch
pneumonia.

"Kelly.." I called.

The native American woman appeared from around a corner by the west hall and
anxiously said, "Yes... sir?"

"Show Mr...  er.."

"Mitchell,  Brian Mitchell," the stranger offered.

"Show Mr. Mitchell to one of the guest bedrooms and prepare a lukewarm bath for
him."

"Thanks, but ..." he said as Kelly waited for him to follow.  His eyes were
taking in her figure and somewhat skimpy clothing, making the little sex pervert
inside of him talk the big overbearing conscience into accepting my kind offer.

"But what?" I said.

"But.. What's your name?"

"Tim.  Tim Brandton."

"Tim...  Okay, but what do I wear afterwards?"

"I'll bring you something in a minute.  Now go before your teeth shatter."

While I went to grab a robe and some slippers, I scanned his mind a little more
thoroughly.  Brian had been orphaned when he was eleven and had been under the
state's care until he turned eighteen.  He was working his way through college,
and was feeling a bit burned out.  He had lost his virginity when he was
sixteen, and hadn't had any since.  His grades were down and his morale was low,
mostly because his life seemed empty.  He didn't know what he wanted to be, and
he was too busy, tired, and shy to ask a girl out on a date.  Graduation looked
so far away... He simply couldn't find anything to look forward to.

But he had one large quality I liked.  He was a romantic.  He didn't care as
much about getting his dick wet as finding someone to love and take care of.
His heart ached for the day some woman would find him special, but he didn't
think there was anything about him for a girl to find special.

When I arrived at the bathroom, I found Kelly standing with her back to the tub
that Brian had just finished lowering himself into.  His eyes were locked onto
her backside, and I could tell he was having quite a fantasy about her.

"Why did you make her do that when you still have your underwear on?" I asked.

"I, uhh... You know.." he said getting embarrassed.

"Oh.. Kelly, Brian has a huge hard on from watching your ass," I said, watching
him turn bright red.  But his embarrassment turned to surprise when Kelly turned
around with a hungry look on her face.

"Uhm..." he said, not able to think straight.

I admired the way he was fighting the urge to jump out and rip her clothes off
by imagining how loving she would be like as a mother.  His sense of right and
wrong was deeply enforced by the passing away of his parents, always trying to
be the good son they wanted.  He had never forgiven himself for his moment of
weakness when the volunteer had seduced him into having sex.

He desperately wanted to find a woman whom he could love and protect, and to
find his life's purpose with her help.

I nearly shouted when my idea came to me.

"Kelly, would you please go wake Fanny and bring her back with you?"

"Yes, sir," she said with a small amount of disappointment.

"Mind if I join you?" I said, stripping off my jeans and shirt.

He looked at me a little nervously, then honestly said, "I'd rather if you
didn't."

"Too bad.  It's my tub, and it's big enough for twelve people.  Well, that's
what the ad said.  I've never actually tried more than seven.  Oh wait.. The
twins joined in later, so I guess that it was nine," I said pulling the last
sock off.

I could tell he was a little relieved when my dick had stayed limp, but he still
wasn't sure about my intentions.  He started to seriously believe I was gay, and
that I was about to try something.

"Where were you going when your car gave up on you?" I asked after I had settled
in.

"I don't know.  I just felt like driving, but didn't have anywhere to go."

"Okay.. Then were are you from?"

"Seattle."

"SEATTLE!" I cried.  "That's like halfway across the country!"

"Like I said.  I didn't have anywhere to go.  You got a nice place here.  Your
dad like governor or something?"

"He's kinda good at business deals... Hey, do you believe in love at first
sight?"

Brian looked at me with that nervous look again, then said, "Why?"

"Just wondering..." I replied as Fanny and Tina entered.  Fanny was still nude
from our round earlier, making Brian's eyes go big and round.

"Brian, this..." I said, standing up and helping Fanny as she got into the tub.
"is Fanny...  She's the person you were looking for."

"Huh?" he said, tearing his eyes off her to look a me.  "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean.  You didn't drive aimlessly across the country without
having a reason.  You were looking for someone to love and give your soul to.
Well, Fanny needs someone to love her and fuck her.   I'm not going into the
details, but tomorrow morning when you leave, Fanny will be going with you."

"Look, are you trying to play some sick joke?" Brian said.

"Fanny, look at me," I said.  

Her eyes held confusion, just with a touch of desire.  I carefully began undoing
the carefully constructed commands my father had used to enslave her, and after
five minutes of intense concentration, I broke the connection.

Fanny fell forward, splashing into the water.  For a moment I thought she was
going to drown, but then her arms went around my waist and her face submerged to
hug my stomach.  She was crying senselessly, finding her life suddenly without
the purpose she had the moment before.

"What the fuck did you do to her," Brian said.

"None of your fuckin' business.  All you need to know is she needs someone to
make her happy.  And that someone is going to be you."

"No..." she cried...  "Master...  I love you...  Please don't give me away?...."

I pulled her up to her feet and planted a small kiss on her chin.

"My name is Tim," I said firmly to her pleading face. "Remember when you made it
to the other side of the wall?  You expected someone to walk right up to you and
ask you to marry him.  Remember?  Well, he probably won't ask you to marry you
just like that, but he needs you like you needed someone back then.

"That's why everything you feel for me, you now feel for him," I commanded.

The look on her face gave me chill as she stiffened and moved away.  I almost
canceled the command, finding giving her up was a lot harder than I had thought.

"Look, er, Fanny..  I don't know what he's done to you but....  HEY! Stop that!"
Brian cried when Fanny's hands went down his wet underwear.

I got out of the tub at that point and ignored what they were saying to each
other.  I knew Fanny would probably try fucking him all night, but somehow I
doubted she would get the chance, at least that night.  But I knew he couldn't
resist her desperate need for him to love her. 

"Master?" Kelly asked as we walked out together.

Yeah?"

"Will Fanny be happy?"

"I think so," I said, running my eyes up and down her body.  "You know, Brian
was right about you.."

"Master?"

"You're like sex waiting to happen," I said, rubbing her ass with my hand.

Kelly's legs gave out from under her, nearly passing out with the concept that I
was suggesting sex with her.  Unlike Fanny, Kelly hadn't taken up fantasizing
about me or anyone else.  She simply withstood the agony of not having the sex
her conditioned mind demanded she needed, and now was so desperate she couldn't
even stay on her knees very long.

Kelly laid down on the floor, spreading her legs in the most sexual suggesting
way she could manage.  Her eyes begged me while her nipples visibly hardened,
making my dick start to go hard again.

There was something about her breasts that made my mouth water.  I decided to go
ahead and fulfill my duties as her master, sinking down to the floor and easily
removing the cloth confining her large perfect breasts.

Kelly's mammaries were firmer than any others I had sampled.  But her nipples
were the absolute highlight of her tits.  The teats were so large, they reminded
me of miniature penises from the way they hardened and stuck out straight.

A long-lost memory resurfaced as I nibbled and sucked on the delightful nipples.
Their large size was almost exactly the same size as I faintly remembered my
mother's nipples felt when she had breast fed me.  Buried instincts came back to
me as I nursed on the moaning woman's teats.  Kelly orgasmed the moment the urge
to bite down on her with my gums made me use my now teeth-filled mouth on her.

When I realized her mind interpreted the pain as intense sexual pleasure, I
continued to chew her nipples while trying not to damage them.  But I was
focused on making her moans louder as I sucked, and didn't realize how rough I
was getting.  I was also finding it increasingly pleasurable to suck harder
while using my lip covered teeth on the areola.  So when I had a surge of
wetness enter my mouth from her teat, I greedily fed on it as she reached her
third orgasm.

To my horror, I found the fluid I was sucking out of her breast was in fact from
a puncture in her skin just below her areola.  I suppose I had let my high
arousal overwhelm me to where I hadn't recognized the taste of blood.  It wasn't
a serious wound, however, and once the shock was over, I was still very aroused
and ready to move on to her ass.

Kelly was only too willing to roll over and put her ass in the air.  I slipped
my prick between her legs and lubed its head with the juices dripping from her
puffy slit.  She wiggled with pleasure from the touch of my cock's head, then
begged me to fuck her and fill her with my spunk.  I was happy to comply, and
quickly entered her winking back door.

What a let-down.  Her ass was looser than a wet grocery bag.  And even though
she tried very hard to clamp down on me, it just wasn't what I had expected, and
only continued my pumping because of her lovely moaning.  I came in her ass
after ten minutes of building my arousal back up, then got right up and headed
straight for my bed room.

I went to bed early on my sixteenth birthday.  My dick simply couldn't take any
more.

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