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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip (rass_senip@usa.net)
Proofread By: The Evil Eye

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>This posting contains:

  Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
     Part 3 - Wedding Bells                    (mc mf)

>The next posting contains:

  Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
     Part 4 - Slaves Young and Old             (mc incest mf)
     Part 5 - Male Ego                         (mm)

>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 XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
Part 3 - Wedding Bells
(mc mf)

All my life I had hoped, prayed, and dreamed for the day which had finally
arrived.  My mother was to marry my father, and it just sort of hit me all of a
sudden while driving up to the huge church where it was going to actually
happen.

"Shit," I said after shutting off the engine, staring at the rather impressive
house of God.

"What's the matter?" Eric asked, trying to see what I was looking at.

"Nothing really..  It's just I once promised my mom I'd be the first one to
throw the rice at her wedding.  I forgot all about it."

"Well I didn't," he said grinning as he pulled a pinch of rice out of a pocket
and flicked it at me.

"Oh, Eric..  You're a life saver, you know that?"

"Yep.  'Course it will cost ya to use my rice," he said seriously.

"Oh really..  How much?"

"Just a kiss," he said, turning his head towards me.

"Deal," I said, giving him a smooch he'd be thinking about for while.

We got out of the car and strolled up to the center set of front doors, both of
us watching the two rather large ape-like men in tuxedos waiting patiently to
open the doors for us or anyone else who was invited.

"Hey, boys.  Who all's here?" I said.

The black man who was the larger of the two responded, "The Master, The
Mistress, Mr. and Mrs. Connor, Mr. Cord, Mr. Lexington, Mrs. Broth.."

"Mr. Cord?  What's he look like?" I asked, having never met the man who was my
father's best man.

Neither of the two doormen bothered to answer since they knew I would just peek
at the image forming in their heads.

"Oh.  Thanks.... And thanks," I said as they reached to open the doors for us.

"Why didn't they answer you?" Eric said once we were in the foyer and the doors
had closed behind us.

"They didn't have to, that's...  Wow..."

Stretching out before us was a cathedral large enough to play high school
football in..  well, if it wasn't for all the pews and fragile stained glass
windows, anyways.  Even though it wasn't anywhere near the size of the
cathedral in England I would later visit, it still was an awesome sight to
behold for the first time.

There weren't too many people there yet, and even if there had been a hundred
or so, I doubt anyone would have known because the place was so large.

"Hey, Tim," Eric began as we set out to explore the place. "You never did say
if you guys talked your mom out of going nude at the reception."

"Shit, Eric.  That wasn't what my dad and I were arguing with her about.  She
wanted to go naked down the aisle."

"NO WAY!" Eric said, turning red from the way his voice echoed around the huge
empty space.

"Yeah, way.  All she was going to wear was a body length veil and a fifteen
foot long train that the twins and a few of their sisters would carry in the
buff too.  I'm still not happy about her wedding dress.  But at least it covers
what it needs to cover."

"Wow...  You know, I never thought I'd admit this to you, but...  You're mom
is.."

"I know, Eric.  I know."

"What do you know?"

"She's the sexiest woman you've ever met," I sighed.

"Yeah.  And she gives great...  Whoa!  Look at that!" he said, trying to get
his excitement up over a stained glass window of Jesus, attempting to cover up
how he had almost stuck his foot in his mouth.

"That's nothing, Eric," I said just as my eye caught something vaguely
familiar.  "Look at that one!" I said, pointing over to one of the bigger ones
behind the podium.

"I can't believe it.." Eric breathed.  "Isn't that... sacrilege?"

"Probably," I said, staring at the image of my mom, my dad, and myself sitting
at the table with Jesus while the twins served him his drink and dinner.

"If that one isn't, then that one has to be!" Eric said pointing to one of the
others.

"Shit, dad," I moaned, recognizing the tops of the twins' heads sticking up
above the table immediately in front of my dad's and Jesus' laps.

"I wonder where your mom went in...  Oh.."  Eric said just as I noticed that
there was one in front of my lap also.

"FUCK!" I said a little too loud as I walked straight for the aisle heading for
the doors.

"Tim!" Eric called, hurrying to catch up with me.  "Where are you going?"

"OUT!  I'm NOT going to allow THAT... THAT THING be seen my mother's WEDDING!"
I shouted behind me.

I went outside for a few minutes, then came back in and sought out someone who
worked for the church.  I found one of the ministers talking to some weasel
faced woman, and interrupted their discussion a bit rudely.

"May I help you, my son?"

"Yeah.  How much would it cost to replace one of the big stained glass
windows?"

"One of our windows?" he said, looking up and around for anything amiss.

"Yeah..  Just how much would it cost?"

"I don't rightly know..  A considerable amount, I'm sure."

I got my wallet out and said, "Do you take Visa or Mastercard?"

"I'm sorry, son.  I'm afraid I don't understand.  None of the windows are in
need of replacing.."

I pulled out two of the seven rocks I had brought in and without any hesitation
threw them at the blastomous image behind us.

"Opps," I said after one of the two rocks hit the wrong target.  "Oh well.  I
guess you'll just have to bill me for two then."

"CHILD! HAVE YOU GONE INSANE?!?" the minister cried as I pulled out two more
rocks.

"Nope," I said letting them fly, then felt some satisfaction when they both hit
their marks.

Even though Eric joined the fun and hit the 100 point bonus area showing Jesus'
orgasmic face, we had to make four trips outside to get enough rocks to knock
out enough of it so no one could tell what it had been about.

I've never seen my dad so mad before.  I was in the middle of cleaning up my
mess when he came out with the twins and Mr. Cord, and in moments we were
shouting at each other not listening to what the other was saying.  It was kind
of ugly, and if it hadn't been for the twins getting in our faces while
scolding us in their empathic way, I don't know what would have stopped us from
doing something we would have regretted later.

"He should have known I wouldn't allow something like that at my mother's
wedding," I grumbled a few minutes later to Eric in a isolated pew.

"Tim, did you notice how that guy looked at you while you two were arguing?"
Eric said, trying to get my mind off of my frustration.

"What guy?" I said with some impatience.

"The guy that was with your dad."

"Cord?  No.  What he do?"

"He never took his eyes off you.  I don't like him.  I think he's up to
something."

I gave Eric a wiry grin, then said, "Since when are you empathic or
telepathic?"

"Shut up.  You didn't see him.  He looked at you like you were... you were...
uhm.."

"What?"

"I don't know.  He was just really interested in you for some reason."

"Well, I didn't feel anything from him, and he didn't try to probe me.  Maybe
he just never saw someone argue with my dad before.  Forget about him, Eric.
I'd know if he was up to something.  And even if I didn't catch it, the twins
would have."

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Shit.  Well, it's time for me to get changed into my tux.  You gonna wait
here?"

"Yeah.  I want to watch them cover up the missing glass.  Those guys have cute
butts."

"Gee, and I thought you liked mine," I teased, getting up and making it wiggle
more than usual as I walked away.

"I do like yours, but I don't get many chances to watch three cute butts like
that."

I left him to his butt watching and changed, then ran into Margaret on the way
back and we ended up talking longer than we probably should have.  She was very
worried about Joey, and even suggested I do something to him to restore his old
self.  It took forever to explain was why I couldn't do that to him again.

When I went back out into the church, Eric was nowhere to be seen.  People were
starting to trickle in, and I felt torn between looking for Eric and meeting
the guests as they arrived.  I decided that since the wedding wasn't supposed
to start for another hour, I wasn't going to miss anyone that I invited if I
spent half that time looking for Eric.

After looking around for ten minutes, I gave up and just used a pulse.  I
wasn't sure how many telepaths were in the church or how many of them would
detect my pulse.  Since it worked and no one seemed to be staring at me, I
figured no one had noticed it and just followed my lock on Eric's mind.

"What the.." I muttered when I felt Eric's mind go blank a few moments, then
found him quickly returning to the pew he had been sitting in when I had left
him.

I started tuning in what my newest senses were saying, and just as I had
suspected, someone was remote controlling him back to his seat while his mind
was asleep.  I locked on the source of the stream of symbols, then watched
carefully to see what their intentions were.  Once Eric was sitting down and
fully aware of his surroundings again, I did a quick scan to see if he had been
altered, then made my way towards the offending telepath.

"Oh Max..  That's feels wonderful..." I heard a girl's voice say just as I was
about to knock on the door.  "Mmmmm, right there..  Yeah..."

As quietly as I could, I peeked inside the door to find a girl about my age
getting a shoulder massage from a guy who looked to be in his early twenties. 

I couldn't help but grin when I decided to play a little trick on her, and once
I made sure the guy wouldn't see me, I didn't bother hiding my grin as I
entered the room.

My adversary wasn't monitoring her enslaved boyfriend's mind, so I began
programming him to carefully switch the massage job over to me.  Without any
interruption to the pattern he was using on her shoulders, I first replaced his
right hand with my own, then I moved in front of him.  With only a slight break
in the rubbing, I replaced his left hand also, then sent the toy boy to stand
guard outside the door.

As I turned on my magic touch with the setting on low, I was surprised to find
her shoulders and neck muscles were actually quite tense.  So for a few minutes
I concentrated on working the knots and stiffness out of them before attempting
to put my plan into action.

"Mmmmm, Maxy....  I like that...  Ohhh...  Ohhhhh!  Mmmmmm...  Let me lay down
if you're gonna do my back.."

I panicked for a moment as she started to move up out of her chair, then almost
let out a sigh of relief when she allowed me to guide her to the floor without
her ever opening her eyes.

I was being very careful not to over do my magic touch at first.  She was a
telepath after all, and if she detected my telepathic manipulation of her
body's nerves, I would probably have to defend myself rather than the fun I had
in mind.  But once I got her relaxed enough, I would start turning it up for it
was a necessary part of my plan.

"Max..." she sighed softly after a few minutes of my back rub.  "Undo the back
of my dress so you won't stretch the fabric.." she said with even less energy.

I complied happily, having gotten tired of the material hampering my style.
She gave out several small sighs afterwards, and once I had 'accidentally'
unhooked her bra and didn't find her the least bit concerned, I knew it was
time to turn up the power.

I kept my eye on the time as I pushed her deeper and deeper into her relaxed
trance that my magic touch was producing, and once I was sure she was under
deep enough, I started whispering little suggestions in her ear about how
relaxed she was and how good my hands felt on her naked skin.

I was really enjoying myself as I suggested she wanted me to undo the rest of
her dress and lower her panties.  I resisted the temptation of touching
anything but her back and legs, knowing that she probably would snap out of her
little trance if I tried anything funny.

Once my prize was in my pocket, I started to suggest to her she would forget
anything but how I (that is Max) gave her a wonderful back rub.  Once I redid
her bra and had her dress buttoned up half way decent, I quickly turned the job
over to Max, carefully hiding my tampering of his mind with memories of
pleasuring his mistress with his massage.

"What took you so long!" Eric exclaimed when I finally got back.  "You were
gone almost an hour!"

"Sorry.  I had some..  Business to settle," I said with a grin, patting my
pocket.  "I'll tell you about it at the reception.  Come on.  People we know
should be arriving soon."

I really hadn't invited that many of my friends to the wedding, mostly because
of the number of adult telepaths who might take an interest in them.  

Joey and Suzi had been invited by my mom before Sarah had released Joey's true
feelings and Suzi had found another lover.  Then a few weeks before the
wedding, I kind of let them both know that my mom and I would understand if
they had changed their minds, but was surprised to find they both still wanted
to go.

I had expected Joey to do the opposite for obvious reasons, but I guess because
it was my mom's wedding, not mine, and the fact that his own mother was the
maid of honor, he had enough reasons to want to go that didn't have anything
directly to do with me.  

But with Suzi...  Well, during the few weeks following Suzi's and Brandon's two
way, I had been sensing some kind of trouble between them, and Suzi had
admitted that Brandon had taken a dislike for her displays of affection towards
me.

My dad was rather flustered when he found out I had invited Penny, Michael, and
David to the wedding, but my mom understood that I just wanted to check up on
them, and then suggested I invite Jerry and Dana too for the same reason.

I then considered inviting my other friends from summer camp as well, but I
quickly decided against it, seeing I really wouldn't have much time to spend
with them since they would have to go back to school the day after the next.

So the only other friends I had invited were Brad, Sandi, John, and James, the
latter of course didn't show.

Penny's group was the first to arrive, and I was happy to see Michael and David
looking more like themselves, even though David was still bulkier than Michael
from all the muscles he had put on last year.  But Michael appeared to have
been working out himself to catch up to his brother's mass, and while I hadn't
recently been working out like he had been, I got a kick out of discovering
that I was just as strong as he was just from my Eta experience.

Mindy and Veronica were their precious four month old identical twins, and I
swear Michael and David were more protective of them than they had ever been of
Penny.  I got to hold Mindy for about twenty seconds before David decided he
wasn't happy with the way I held her and snatched her before I could even peek
inside her head.

Suzi and Brandon joined us about then, and I was a little ticked off at how
Suzi got to hold both of them for several minutes without either of the boys
seeming to mind in the least.  I wasn't sure if it was because it had been
Penny's idea or it was from the fact that Suzi was a girl and I was a guy...
But I didn't bother to find out for Joey had arrived.

Talk about an entrance.  He walked in with two beautiful women just hanging off
of him, and I couldn't help but notice how the eyes of every male in the room
seemed to be drawn to them.

That included David and Michael, and you should have seen them jump when Penny
cleared her throat in annoyance.  I couldn't stop myself from grinning, and
then went over to Joey thinking I could share the moment of humor with him.

Boy, talk about stupid.  Not only did he assume my grin was intended to be some
kind of insult, but I almost lost my cool when he accused me of being jealous.
The only thing I could think to do that wouldn't infuriate him or myself more
was to shrug and walk away.

When Jerry and Dana arrived, they were very uncomfortable finding Penny and her
two babies there.  I quickly pulled them aside to where the others wouldn't
hear, then didn't have to ask anything since they volunteered. 

Dana's and Jerry's parents had talked them into putting their baby up for
adoption shortly after its premature birth, and while they both since then had
regretted it even though they knew it was for the best, they thought they had
come to terms with their feelings.  But the sight of Penny with her two baby
girls had added their regrets on top of their resenting Penny having such good
fortune after what her family had put them through.

Dana was practically in tears by the time Jerry admitted he wished they had
kept their own little girl, and I was feeling pretty down myself, recalling how
none of it would have happened if I hadn't given Penny that knowledge from the
twins. 

Penny startled me by walking up with her two girls in her arms without my
detecting her, and before any of us could really react, she carefully slipped
one of her babies into Dana's arms, then gave Jerry the other once Dana had
gotten a good hold.

"I know this doesn't make up for what Steven and I did to you," Penny said with
a sniff, "but I really am sorry.  Our babies should be just about the same age,
and if you want, I'll try and share them with you..."

"You'd do that?" Dana said, looking up with fresh tears in her eyes.

"It's the least I could do after..." Penny said before choking up.

I watched my two friends as they cuddled and held the infants in their arms for
a while, then gave Penny a gentle kiss on her cheek before leaving them since
it was getting close to show time.

After trying to assure David and Michael that everything was fine, I left the
two standing by a window looking just as lost as before I had said anything to
them.  Brad, John, and Sandi were talking with Joey and his two ornaments, but
Joey took his two centerfold companions with him to get a seat when he saw me
walking up.

It was clear that while John had been impressed with the two slaves Joey had
borrowed from his brother-in-law, he was much more interested in Sandi,
probably because she had fucked him in the back seat while Brad had drove them
there.  Brad, on the other hand, was far more interested in figuring out what
he could offer Joey to let him get some of that grade A pussy he was flaunting
around.

Sandi of course only thinking about what would make Brad happy, but John's
affection towards her wasn't going unnoticed.  I was pleased to find she was at
aware of her own feelings concerning others, even if she felt it all had to be
sexual in some way. 

Finally it was time.  The organ was starting to play the wedding march, and my
mother's maids and my father's grooms were pairing up and going up the aisle.
I was in the back, waiting for my mother and the twins to escort them up the
aisle myself.  The moment I saw her in her white gown of sparkles, I was
captivated by the sight of my mom in all of her splendor and bliss.

"Wow, mom...  You look...  spectacular," I said as she walked up to me.

"Thank you, dear," she replied with love.  "I..."

She was cut off by a loud crack of thunder and the flicker of the lights.

"That's funny," she said.  "There weren't any thunderstorms in the forecast
this morning."

We were just about to ignore the sound of the wind picking up as it was almost
time for our walk up the aisle when two louder booms shook the church.  The
lights flickered and went out, and after the organ music died with the lights,
the sound of the wind became seemingly even louder.

Suddenly the four center doors behind us burst open, the wind which followed
nearly knocking us over.  I was just recovering my wits when I saw the sea of
symbols flooding in through the open doors and the walls around them.

I instantly raised my barriers and focused my mind at countering the tidal wave
of sensory commands from altering my sight and hearing, but was unable to
shield my mother or anyone else in the hall.

The gasps of my mother and the few men who had run up to aid us stirred my
curiosity about what they were seeing, and once I figured out how, I opened a
hole in my barrier and the spewing of counter symbols to allow my right eye and
ear to receive the illusions the others were believing to be real.

I too gasped as my right eye showed a golden chariot descending from above with
a man wearing a white flowing gown which fluttered in the wind of the violent
storm.  Lightening flashed all around him, yet never got near enough to harm
him, and then suddenly my right eye noticed the two angels descending from the
heavens, landing beside the golden chariot the moment it had touched the
ground.

That's when my left eye started agreeing with my right one.  I had failed to
notice the yellow cab pulling up, but I had seen the two women get out and help
the man out of the cab just like they did in the illusion.  And as the two
glowing women escorted the long white-haired, white-bearded man towards us, the
cab left, then I found the waves of symbols coming to an end.

It wasn't until the man and his two escorts reached the door before anyone said
a word.

"Daddy?" my mother said with a squeaky sound of awe.

"Yes, my child," the old man said, spreading his arms out in a hug like
gesture, the flowing robes cascading down from his arms giving him a winged
look.

"Daddy?!" I echoed as she gave him the hug he had requested.

My eyes peered intensely at the old man's face, finding the familiar features
of the man I had studied from the painting and pictures of my grandparents.  I
was startled when I realized his own eyes had been focused on my face the
entire time mine had been on his, but I felt he was as curious of me as I was
of him and was reassured by the smile he gave me then.

"What is going on?" I heard my dad's approaching voice say.  "Who the hell are
you?"

The two "angelic" women tensed up at his blasphemous remark, and my grandfather
seemed to grow two inches taller as he straightened up, becoming extremely
serious and... I suppose parental would be the best word for it.

"_I_ am thy lord and master, thy creator, and the father of your intended
bride," my grandfather boomed out without actually raising his voice.

"Shit," my dad gasped, realizing he had just insulted his soon to be
father-in-law.  I was impressed, however, at how quickly my dad recovered his
wits, and the next moment he was doing something I never would have believed
him to do.

"Forgive me Lord, for my words spoken out of haste..." my dad said after
kneeling in front of my grandfather and bowing his head in respect.

I think it even surprised my grandfather, and the look on my mom's face was
probably a lot like my own.  To submit to my grandfather like that went against
my dad's personality.  He always tried to appear that he was superior to
others, especially to other telepaths.  It basically was a defense mechanism
that he had needed in order to live in the same house as his father when he was
growing up.  His father intimidated the hell out of him, but to show that he
was weak in front of his father would have been just asking for punishment of
some kind. 

"I can forgive you for your blasphemy while present in my house, but I can not
forgive your treachery and deceit."

"What treachery and deceit?!" my dad said, dropping the worshipper act.

"Daddy..." my mom said with a warning tone.

"Hush, child," my grandfather said as my dad rose to his feet and the two men
exchanged intense glares of hostility.

"I will NOT be hushed, Dad!  This is my wedding day!" she said, stomping her
foot and breaking the one inch heel.  "Shit!  Now look what you made me do!"

"What treachery and deceit?" I echoed my dad as I had my mom lean on me while
she took off her broken shoe.

"He did not ask for my daughter's hand in marriage," he simply put.  "If he
had, I would have said no.  This cretin is not worthy to marry the daughter
of..."

"Excuse me, but how would you know anything about him?" I said, defending my
cretin father's honor.  "I mean, as far as I've heard, you've been living on an
island for the past twenty years.  I bet you don't even know who I am, let
alone..."

"I am all seeing, all knowing, and all wise!" my grandfather boomed with the
thunder outside echoing his words.  "If thou were not my daughter's son, your
insolence would be punished!  I am thou Lord, thou father in thy heaven come
down to this mortal land to oversee this injustice to My work is corrected!"

"Bull shit!" my dad and I both said at the same time.

My grandfather suddenly spread his arms out away from his sides while the wind
began picking up speed.  As I had somewhat suspected, my grandfather flooded
the room with symbols for another illusion, and as the others began seeing the
walls and ceiling fade away, I concentrated on keeping my own senses clear of
his influence.

Everyone but my grandfather and I found themselves no longer sitting in a
church, but in a jungle like garden.

"Behold, nonbelievers!" my grandfather cried.  "The Garden of Eden!  Take a
good look!  For none who approve of this marriage will ever see it again!"

There was no way I could stop the flood of symbols he was emitting, barely
keeping my own senses clear as it was.  But then I realized I didn't have to
prove anything to anyone but myself, for my empathic abilities had finally
sorted his intentions out.

"Okay, grandpa," I said loudly enough for most to hear.  "We're sorry we didn't
invite you to the wedding, and we can all see how incredibly powerful you are.
Can we please go back to the church before mom's dress gets all dirty from this
dirt floor?"

I felt a shiver pass through me as his eyes peered into my own, finding they
strongly resembled the ones from my hallucinatory dream while trapped in that
small room with LeAnne in my grandfather's old house.  I kept my slight
uneasiness from showing while we exchanged our steady stares, but was obviously
relieved when he simply grunted his consent while lowering his arms and
stopping his flood of symbols.

"Charles Richard Grodmen," my grandfather announced looking over my father's
head.  "Because thou have been as good to My daughter and grandson as you are
capable of, I await your plea."

My dad looked at my mom, then after my mom gave her father a calculating gaze,
she nodded her head.  But that wasn't enough for my dad, and once I saw he
wanted my opinion also, I could only give him a shrug and a look that said "It
couldn't hurt."

So my dad kneeled down again and respectfully asked my grandfather for his
permission to marry his daughter.  My grandfather made him sweat it out a
little before finally announcing to the world (or at least everyone in the
church) his daughter was to be married that day.

"Can we PLEASE finish this now?" my mother said as she purposely broke the
other shoe's heel so she wouldn't hobble up and down the aisle.

"Yes, my child," my grandfather said.  He then waved his left hand above his
head and exclaimed, "LET THERE BE LIGHT!"

When the lights instantly flickered on, I grinned from having caught the
symbols he had sent out to whoever had switched the power back on.  He caught
my smile, and with a sparkle in his eyes he thought to me, "I've always wanted
to say that."

The organ started up again as my father walked back to his position at the
altar, and I was about to ask my grandfather if he was going to take a seat
before I took my mother down the aisle.  But before I could open my mouth, my
mom said to me, "Timmy, don't you think you should go join your father?"

"But I...  Oh," I said, quickly turning around and walking to my seat to hide
my disappointment from both of them.

I had refused to be one of my father's groomsmen because I felt giving my
mother away was my part in their wedding and didn't need to do anything more.
But now I found myself feeling extremely left out, almost as if this was just
the beginning of their excluding me from their lives and affairs.

Even though my mom and grandfather didn't notice the look on my face, my dad
had.  I was sitting silently next to Eric and wasn't paying attention to what
was going on around me when I suddenly realized my dad was calling my name from
the aisle.

"Sorry, what?" I said looking up at his face.

"You can't sit there," he said with a serious face.

For a moment my feelings of being left out tripled in strength while my body
went cold from shock, but then my empathic senses kicked in and his love and
fatherly feelings for me came through.

"I don't understand," I said, my heart starting to race.

He broke out in a grin and said, "I am thou father, all seeing, all knowing,
and all wise.  Come, my son.  Your place is at my side."

When I hesitated he added in a softer voice, "I can have two best men if I
wish, and that is what you will always be to me...  My best."

The next thing I knew, I was hugging my old man, and I was surprised to find
him hugging me back just as hard.  I guess our earlier dispute over the stained
glass windows had upset him more than I had thought, for when we broke apart he
had to wipe his eyes while we both sniffed a few times.

Once we were in our positions, we found the doors to the foyer had been closed
and had to wait a few more minutes before we found out why.

When the organ finally began playing "Here Comes the Bride," the doors opened
to reveal a thick fog which hid the contents of the room.  As the fog slowly
flowed down the aisle like a royal white carpet, the outlines of two figures
began to move from within the foggy room.

When the two figures emerged, the entire church seemed to take one big gasp at
the sight of my mother's beaming face showing through her body length veil, her
veil and train being the only thing covering her beautiful body.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the sight of my long white-haired grandfather in
his white and flowing robe proudly escorting my equally proud nude mother down
the aisle at a slow and steady pace. 

I barely noticed that the twins and their four blood sisters were in their
birthday suits as well, the five year old twins appearing just as calm and
dedicated to their task as their older sisters did while carrying the very end
of my mother's train.

Even though her body length veil did obscure a lot of her private details, I
think every male in the room over the age of ten popped a boner from what they
could see.  The church's bright lights made her white veil seemingly shine
brighter than was possible, and both my grandfather's robe and her veil's
bright whites made them appear to have a spot light on them the entire time
they walked down the very long aisle.

Row by row, the astonished faces of the guests turned towards us as my mother
and grandfather walked past them, their gaze transfixed on the shining pair
until Joy and Honey strode by them, their unbridled nudity always triggering
another round of silent gasps.

Even though I was burning up with embarrassment, I couldn't help but smile
seeing how happy and beautiful my mother looked as her father offered her to my
dad and stepped away.  Then as she stepped forward to stand beside my dad at
the altar, my mother's eyes met mine.  Despite having over three hundred
people's eyes on us, for several moments it seemed as if we were standing there
alone, sharing in our excitement and happiness while feeling the seventeen
years of trust and love flow between us.

I couldn't help but let my tears of happiness flow during the ceremony, having
lost the fear of losing my oldest and best friend to my father, and was feeling
closer to the both of them like I had never dreamed before.  It was like I was
getting married just as much as they were, and in a sense I was.  This marriage
officially made us a family, mother, father, and son.

After the priest had said the magic words and they had kissed, they both
noticed the emotions pouring out of me as I stood there with a quivering smile
and wet face.  Without hesitating or looking away from me, they both stretched
an arm out towards me, and I instantly fell into their embrace, hugging them
both while I bawled.  It took me several minutes to get a hold of myself,
discovering Honey and Joy had joined the family hug and were a little overcome
themselves.

By that time, the church had become extremely noisy with conversation, but when
my mom signaled the organist to start the march, they quieted down as my mom
and dad led the way back out to the foyer for the "thank you for coming" line
up.

I was stunned to find my mother back in her wedding dress after only having
stepped into the back room for a moment, but only had time to wonder where the
twins had gone before having to turn my attention to shaking hands and smiling
a lot as the guests filed by.

The feeling that Suzi and Brandon were having trouble in their relationship was
amplified when I noticed Suzi snap at him down the line.  Then when I briefly
shook his hand, he wouldn't look me in the eye because he was afraid I would
see the jealousy he felt towards me.  Suzi and I exchanged kisses on the cheek,
then she apologized before telling me they couldn't go to the reception.
Strangely enough, I didn't really care, and I think it disturbed Suzi a little
when I accepted it without even asking her the reason why.

I was extremely surprised to find Eric and Joey standing in line together,
Joey's borrowed escorts still clinging to Joey's sides.  At first I thought
they were just humoring each other, but then Joey whispered something into
Eric's ear which made Eric crack up and then whisper back his reply.

But by the time they reached my position in the line, Joey's good humor had
been significantly reduced just by my very presence.  Even Eric could feel the
tension between us as Joey struggled to keep his wildly fluctuating anger and
hatred from overcoming him as he shook my hand - one shake.  Neither of us had
said a word to each other before and during his handshake, but once he turned
his back to me to greet my parents, I said to Joey, "Thanks, buddy.  That meant
a lot to me."

Joey's only response was to pause in mid step, then nod his head without
looking back at me.  Even as he and my mom exchanged kisses on the cheeks, I
could feel how thoroughly shaken he was from the strain to keep his self
control.

"You okay?" Eric said with a worried look.

I looked at him and gave him my biggest smile before I grabbed him and lifted
him off the ground hugging him.

"Tim, put him down before you hurt someone!" my mom scolded.

"Yes, mother," I said with another grin.  

Some things just never change.


Eric sat down on the floor behind me to wait for the line to end, and when it
had, Mr. Cord suddenly stepped out and said in an irritated voice, "Where have
you been, Candice!  I told you..."

"I'm sorry, daddy," the owner of the panties which I had in my pocket said as
she scurried up to her father.  "Max got us locked in a room and I couldn't.."

"I don't want to hear your excuses," he growled.

"Chuck," my dad said walking up to them.  "_This_ woman couldn't be that little
girl I once gave a piggy back ride to, could it?"

"The one and the same," Chuck Cord said proudly before turning towards me and
saying, "Timothy Grodmen, meet your future wife, Candice Cord."

"Future wife?!" both Candice and I exclaimed.

"Now wait a minute, Chuck," my dad said.  "I know we swore we'd have our kids
get married if we had kids of opposite sex, but that was a long time ago and we
didn't know what we were saying back then."

"Are you saying you're breaking your promise?" Chucky Cord said with just a
hint of a threat in his voice.

I felt a momentary twinge of fear pass through my dad, but when he looked over
at me, he blinked and then started to smile before covering it up with a
serious face.

"I'm sorry, Chuck.  You know I can't fight you, but at the same time, I can't
just hand you my boy.  You'll have to do it yourself if you feel you have to,
but I'll be grateful if you don't change him too much."

"Charles!" my mother said.  "What..."

I didn't hear the rest of her sentence, nor my dad's response.  I was too busy
countering the creative pattern of command symbols Mr. Cain was sending at me.


Chucky and Charlie had been best friends for most of their teenage years.  They
were both the sons of overbearing telepaths, neither one hesitating to modify
their sons to fit their wishes.  Through the years of constantly finding their
friend's personality different from the last time they had seen each other,
they somehow managed to keep their friendship and trust, hoping that someday
one of them would discover their own telepathic abilities and free them both
from their fathers' rule.

Their fathers of course knew of this, and had made a bet with each other on
who's son would discover their abilities first.  And on the day my dad realized
he had caused his mom to cum with a simple thought, Charlie was transformed by
his father into Charles who no longer thought of Chucky as his best friend.

After my paternal grandfather won the bet, he took his new prize and all of his
favorite slaves off to start a new religion with himself as their God.  Not
only had Chuck lost his mother to his ex-best friend's father, he lost his own
free will for the following two years as punishment for not being the first. 

His father released him from enslavement when the news of his mother and his
father's friend had committed suicide, then pitied the young man enough to
spend some serious time with him.  A month later Chuck had developed his own
abilities under his father's careful training and programming, and swore to his
father he would always be the son he wanted him to be.

Ten years passed before Chuck and Charles accidentally bumped into each other
one day and rekindled their old friendship.  But because neither of them
trusted the other enough to allow them access to the other's mind, my dad
couldn't undo Chuck's father's handiwork like he had sworn to do long ago.  

But they still had kept in touch.  My dad had visited his palace when Candice
was seven, and after introducing Chuck to the true art of butt fucking, they
promised each other they would have their children marry if it worked out the
right way.

Little did Candice know that the man who had given her a piggy back ride around
her father's chambers was secretly considering what her ass would feel like
when she came of age.  Only my dad's strong fear of having a child who would
later overpower him kept him from purposely getting one of his many slaves
pregnant.  Making Candice his daughter in law would allow him to fuck her
without upsetting is old friend since both men had been brought up to believing
that to be the way things worked.

My dad was feeding all this information to me as I continued to frustrate his
old friend by easily countering every symbol coming out of his head.  I
couldn't help but smile as I realized what my father had found humorous about
the situation.  But then I realized my dad was hoping I'd be able to get past
his friends barriers and fulfil their promise from their teens.  His own mind
had been cleared of his father's tampering by my mother a couple of months
before my conception, but he knew he wasn't strong enough to force Chuck to
allow him to do the same to him.

When I started to press my own offense against his barriers, I came under
attack by Candice as well, and it took me a few moments to adjust to their
combined attack.  But after my experiences at the colleges and then having
withstood my grandfather's flood just an hour before, I easily pushed their
attack back and quickly found a weakness in Chuck's barrier to exploit.

I whistled as I examined Chuck's heavily altered mind, then said, "Uhm, dad?
If I start ripping all these commands out, I'm not sure if there would be
anything left of him."

"Let me see, dear," my mom thought to me.  "I've had some experience in
clearing a father's commands out of grown men's minds."

I had the panicking Chuck lower his barrier, then was surprised to find Candice
attempting to enslave her own father.

"Hey!" I said to her as I canceled every symbol she was emitting.  "What do you
think you're doing?"

When Candice looked up at me, I felt her fear slap me in the face.  I mean I
literally thought she had physically slapped me, but it wasn't until I raised
my arm in defense that I realized she hadn't moved.

After disabling his telepathy, my mom studied the mind of the terrified but
helpless man while I focused on Candice.

"Hey Dad.  Looks like he at least didn't follow in his father's footsteps.  I
can't find a single command in her head.  She's clean."

"What...  What are you doing to my dad?" she said with a surge of fear and
anger.

"Yeah, what's going on?" Eric said, having just noticed something was happening
that he couldn't sense.

"Charles, Tim, you better look at this," my mom interrupted before I could
answer them.

As my dad and I tuned into Chuck's thoughts, my mom had him recall his plans
for using Candice to regain his father's approval by her enslaving me.  Their
fathers had been equally gifted, but since my dad wasn't as powerful as Chuck
was, Chuck assumed Candice would be more than a match for me.  Why he hadn't
considered my mother's telepathy getting passed down to me as well I will never
know.

Candice interrupted my scan of her father's mind when she said, "Come on!  What
are you waiting for?  Take me over, you pansy!"

I smiled at her desperate attempt to activate the commands she had placed in
Eric's mind earlier that day.  When Eric heard her say pansy, he instantly
jumped forward, grabbed the surprise from my pocket, then cried, "Mistress! I
found your panties!"

Candice's jaw dropped after her hands felt her waistline, then she started
turning red with embarrassment and anger.

"You son of bitch," she spat.  "How the HELL did you..."

"Tim?" Eric cried, dropping the panties on the floor and looking at me.

Seeing the frightened expression on his face distracted me long enough for
Candice to slip away, but only managed to get as far as the door before running
into my grandfather as he came in.

"Thy haste is improper while in the presence of your Lord, child!" my
grandfather bellowed after Candice bounced off of him.

"And your insolence is very disturbing to me," he added after Candice attempted
to enslave him in desperation.

Having calmed Eric down with my empathic abilities and a gentle hug, I said,
"Candice, I promise we're not going to harm you or your dad.  All we want to do
is undo what your grandfather did to your dad while he was growing up.  If you
promise not to interfere, I'll let you watch what my mom and dad are doing."

"Tim, please tell me what is going on?" Eric begged.

I sighed, then guided us down to sit on the floor. I proceeded to tell him what
Candice had done to him and how I had gotten her panties.  By the time I
reached the part where he had pulled the panties out of my pocket, Eric was
grinning at Candice for having played host to turning the tables on her.

Once she had heard how I had tricked her into allowing me to grab her
underwear, Candice ignored us since she was paying close attention to what my
parents were doing to her father.  Even though I was talking with Eric, I was
watching her mind very closely, and she was very aware of it too.

"How old are you, Candice?" I suddenly asked her.

"What?" she said surprised I had to ask.

"Oh.  Shit, Eric.  She's your age."

"I'll be sixteen in two months," she insisted, momentarily looking over at us
on the floor.

"Have you started driving yet?" I asked, finding her slightly less
uncomfortable from just talking about something normal.

"Uhm, no.  My dad won't let me," she said, rather absently.

"Why not?" Eric asked, getting into the conversation.

"I don't know.  He just doesn't want me driving yet," she said, glancing at the
empty spot next to us.

"What about your mom?" Eric asked.

"What about her?  She's just another one of his play things," she said simply.
"She want's whatever he wants.  If I didn't have Voice, I'd be just like her."

"Voice?" Eric queried me.

"That's what some people call the ability to telepathically control others," I
said to him.

"And you're a mute," Candice said as she stared up at her father with a distant
expression.  "Sometimes I wish I was a mute."

"Why?" Eric exclaimed.

She looked him over, then smiled weakly before saying, "It's not all what its
cracked up to be.  Is it, Tim?"

"I know what you mean, but yet I can't imagine going without it.  It becomes a
part of you pretty quickly, you know?"

"I suppose...  But sometimes I just wish I could have a normal life, with a
normal mom and dad.  I have seventeen half brothers and sisters.  Guess how
many arguments I've had with them."

"Shit.  Seventeen?" Eric said after a long whistle.  "If I can't even get up
and go to school without fighting my two sisters for the bathroom...  I'd say
thousands, maybe even millions."

Candice stiffened at his words, but not because he insulted her or anything.

"You haven't ever, have you?" Eric said softly.

"No, I haven't.  Not once.  Until Tim's dad had me hold his coin, I was just a
happy and obedient little girl who wouldn't do anything to make her father mad
at her.  I'm the only one who felt something from that coin, and I'm the only
one he lets think for myself."

"Well.." Eric said after a minute of silence,  "if it helps any, being a mute
isn't all it's cracked up to be either.  At least you've never wet your pants
while banging on the bathroom door."

Candice actually let a smile appear on her lips for a moment, then glanced at
me as to ask my permission to sit down next to us.  I dusted the spot off with
my hand, then for a split second I got another look at her ass as it descended.

"So.." I began after another minute of silence had gone by.  "Where did Max go
off to?"

"He's in the trunk," Candice said without remorse.

"The trunk?!" Eric exclaimed.  "Why?!?"

"The fool locked the door thinking we would need it for privacy, but didn't
read the sign saying the lock was broken and not to use it.  We were locked up
in there for an hour before the janitor finally managed to get the door open."

"But it wasn't like he did it on purpose," Eric said before seeing the
impatient look on her face.

"You're not like other Voices I've met," Candice said while scanning Eric's
mind again.  "Most of them would have turned him into a suck machine or
something."

I grinned at Eric and said, "I wouldn't have to change him into one even if I
wanted to.  He was like that when I met him."

"Fuck you," Eric said with a grin of his own as he slapped me in the gut.  "I'm
no suck machine."

"Tim?" my dad interrupted.  "We better be heading over to the reception hall
now."  Then he said to Candice, "We reached the point where your dad is
cooperating, so we're going to finish undoing your grandfather's tampering in
the limo on the way over.  As long as you don't disturb us, you can ride along
with us."

"Can I talk to him before I decide?" she said getting up.

"What is it, Candice?" her father said in a tired voice.

I almost intervened when Candice suddenly entered her father's mind and
constructed barriers around it, but I could feel how worried and scared she was
and decided to just let her do what she felt she had to do.

"It all right, mom," I said when she attempted to penetrate Candice's makeshift
shields.  "She's just making sure he's all right."

"Tim?" Eric said softly.

"Yeah?" I said while keeping my attention on what Candice was doing.

"Thanks for... for not making me into your suck machine.  Or making me ride in
the trunk."

"Uhm..  you're welcome," I said while attempting to open a thought channel with
Candice.  "Eric, could you go get my clothes from the dressing room for me?  I,
uhm, can't leave to get them myself."

Eric looked around, then when he saw there wasn't really anyone watching, he
gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "Anything you want, lover."

Even though I didn't move my eyes from the back of Candice's head, I watched
him leave the room with a big grin on my face.  My grin faded fairly quickly
however when I found Candice issuing commands to her father's mind.

"Shit, Candice," I said once I figured out what she had done.  "Why don't you
just make him your yes man and get it over with."

As she lowered the barriers in her fathers mind, I stepped forward and offered
her my arm from feeling how exhausted she was.

"Thanks," she said after grasping my arm for balance.

I led her over to a chair and waited for her to regain her strength a little
before saying, "Well?"

She looked up at me, then at Eric who had just returned from fetching my
clothes and said, "I couldn't help myself."

"Help what?" Eric asked.

Candice smiled a little, but didn't respond, so I said, "Candice here just made
her dad a teenager's dream father.  Not only does he want to start teaching her
how to drive, but she's going to find out what its like to have brothers and
sisters with free wills."

"You're not going to..  undo it, are you?" she asked pleadingly.

"That will be up to my mom and dad," I said, looking over at my parents who
were quietly discussing something with my grandfather.

Something about the way they looked told me they were talking about me, but I
didn't care.

"Eric, you want to drive?" I said, pulling my keys out.

"Really?" he said with a squeak that made me look at him.

"Yeah.  Why not?  You've driven my car to school and back enough now that I
don't think you're gonna crash into anything.  And I'm just not feeling like
driving an hour and a half after all this."

"Okay!" he said tossing my clothes into my face and grabbing my keys.

Eric had just started the engine when we noticed Candice running towards us.

Eric lowered his window and yelled, "What is it?"

"Can I ride with you?" she said as she reached the car.  "I don't want to be in
the car with my dad if they undo my little instructions."

"What about Max?" I asked.

"I let him out of the trunk and he's going to drive our car back for us.  I
don't need him anymore anyway."

I wasn't quite sure what her true meaning was for that last bit, but before I
could say okay, Eric said, "Sure.  Hop in."

Twenty minutes later, I was laying in the back seat not listening to Candice
and Eric talk about everything under the sun.  I was a little amused at how
Candice was finding herself attracted to Eric while he didn't suspect a thing.


To Candice, Eric was like a forbidden fruit.  Not only was he gay, but he was
the lover of another telepath who could easily make her into anything I wished.
She found this reassuring for it made Eric safe from her tampering and that was
something she had never had before.  All her so called boy friends never gave
her the slightest trouble which resulted in a very boring relationship.

And I have to give Eric credit, for it was his personality and charms which
were causing her to consider these things in the first place.  I was thinking
of letting Eric in on the secret when I suppose I must have fallen asleep.

I awoke when the car stopped, and was surprised when Eric shut off the engine
but left the fan and radio running.

My suspicions were just beginning to rise when I heard Eric whisper, "I've
never done this to a girl before."

"You haven't?  Mmmm..  You could have fooled me."

"Wow, your skin is so soft...  What are doing?"

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah..  But I think we better stop.  I don't want to make a mess on the seat."

"Oh, I don't think Tim will mind.  You know, you really are good at this."

I couldn't take it any longer.  I sat up expecting to see them half naked or
inside each others clothes, but instead found Eric holding a bottle of lotion
while rubbing her neck and getting his own neck rubbed at the same time.

I laid down as quickly as I had sat up, then fainted sleep when they both
looked back from the squeak the seat had made.

All wasn't lost, however.  After Candice's scan of my cloaked mind told her I
was still asleep, I then felt a surge of excitement come from the two of them.
When I peeked through my eye lids, I knew Candice had made her move from the
way the tops of their heads were practically touching.

The familiar sound of lips parting was followed by Eric saying, "Wow.  That
was... nice."

Her response was to simply press her lips against his again while unclipping
his seat belt and pushing him backwards.

I was grinning like a cat as Eric slipped further and further down the seat,
but my mouth dropped open when he suddenly struggled to sit back up saying
"Tim, do you think you can drive now?"

"Uh... Yeah, I think so," I said without a moment's hesitation.

"How did you know he was awake when I didn't?" Candice thought to Eric as I
opened the door to get out.

"I just know him too well," Eric said just before I opened his door.  "Don't I
lover?"

"Better than I know myself, my lover," I said mirroring his grin as he got out.

I sat down in my rightful place, then had to look over at Candice and say
"Well?  Aren't you going to get in the back seat with him?  Or am I going to be
driving the rest of the way for nothing?"

"I really don't know what to make of you," she said with a frown before
scrambling over the seat.

Eric and Candice didn't pick up where they left off, but instead talked for a
while before Eric initiated another kiss.  I pretty much kept my attention on
the road, trying to give them as much privacy as I could while still keeping
tabs on how far they progressed.  The extent of which never went beyond some
heavy necking and mild fondling.  Candice was a virgin and she wanted to stay
that way for a few more years.

They were just sitting and talking like before by the time I pulled into the
parking lot of the reception hall.  Even though I could feel their desire to
spend more time together, they both felt there was something else they had to
do first, and I was surprised to find Eric kissing the back of my neck after
Candice went to join her father the moment the limo arrived after us.

"Didn't you get enough of that from Candice?" I asked as he worked his lips
around towards my own.

He turned my head with his hands so I was looking at his face, then gasped when
he gave my chin and lips a single lick.

"Shit, Eric," I said, recognizing the look of intense horniness and desire on
his face.  "What did she do to you to make you this hot?"

"Nothing like what I want YOU to do," he said, slipping his hands under my arm
pits and attempting to pull me into the back seat with him.

"Eric, my lover, now is not the time and you know it."

"I don't care.  I want you," he said huskily as he struggled even harder to get
me into the back seat.

I could have cooled his jets without any trouble, but it wasn't something I
would do to him without a very good reason.  So I decided to give him what he
wanted the fastest and easiest way I knew how.

Five minutes later, I zipped him up and wiped my mouth before taking in the
sight of his limp form, then used the shirt I had worn to the church to wipe
the sweat off his wet brow.  He looked so precious with his eyes half closed
watching me straightening my clothes, and then he wordlessly got out his comb
and started combing my hair for me.

Once my hair was done, he wrapped his arms around me from the rear and just
hugged me for several minutes without saying a word.  I felt so comfortable and
at ease while he rocked us slowly back and forth in the back seat that it was a
sort of shock when he finally let go and told me I looked good.

The air outside felt a little chilly after being in the car with the windows
all steamed up, so we raced to the building and almost knocked some lady off
her feet when we burst through the doors.

We had a grand time dancing and goofing around with our old friends, but Eric
also spent a lot of time around Candice, and I even saw them dancing a slow
dance once.

I was a little relieved yet saddened when I realized Joey hadn't come to the
reception either, but I pushed it out of my mind knowing he was probably taking
full advantage of his borrowed companions instead of them just decorating his
tux.

I actually danced a slow dance with Penny after she sent the two frowning
brothers to change their girls' diapers.  I guess I will always have this soft
spot for Penny.  I don't really understand why I do, but I do.  I wasn't really
meaning to do it, but when I realized I was using my empathic abilities on her
so she would allow me to give her the loving kiss I desired, I didn't stop what
I was doing, and enjoyed the gentle wet kiss we exchanged on the dance floor.

Penny's group left shortly after that, making the excuse that their girls
weren't cooperating, but I knew it was because Penny was feeling guilty and
confused about the kiss which she believed she had initiated on her own.

A short while later, my eyes just happened to notice Jerry and Dana on the
dance floor initiating what turned out to be a very long kiss of their own.  I
was curious to know what had brought that on, and no sooner had the question
formed in my mind did my empathic senses report the sensations of some kind of
decision had been made that they both were very happy about.

I don't believe I've mentioned that when Jerry had gotten Dana pregnant, they
believed they were married.  They weren't legally married, nor did they go
through any ceremony.  Steven had implanted the suggestion they were married to
get around my commands which prevented Jerry from ejaculating while fucking
Dana in her front door.  

Both the suggestion and my command had long been removed, and they knew they
hadn't been in control of their actions or minds during that time.  But because
they had had a child together and still felt like they had some kind of
commitment or bond to each other, they never really believed they weren't
married.

Anyway, after they had left the dance floor, I wandered over to them hoping
they would drop some hints about what had occurred, not wanting to invade their
privacy by scanning their thoughts.  

I guess my intentions were more obvious than I had thought since they just kind
of looked at each other when I walked up, then Dana said, "Well, I guess you
might as well be the first."

"First?  First what?" I said, mirroring Jerry's shy grin.

"The first to be invited to OUR wedding," Jerry said while Dana held her hand
out to show me her engagement ring.

"Holy shit," I said, shocked.  "You're serious..  When is this going to
happen?"

"Not until after we graduate," Dana answered while Jerry took her other hand in
his and gave it a kiss.

"That's cool," I said, a little relieved.  "Uhm, how are you going break this
to your parents?"

"We don't know, but we don't care," Jerry said, not taking his eyes off of her.
"I just wish it wasn't over a year away still."

"I wish we didn't live so far away from each other," Dana sighed.  "I know we
see each other every weekend, but it's...  so hard during the week."

"Yeah,"  Jerry agreed.

I found myself rather conscious of how they had forgotten all about me as they
sat there telling each other how miserable they were when they weren't
together.  They sounded a lot like two people who had just fallen in love for
the first time, and it took me a few moments to realize that something else was
going on here. 

They cared about each other, and they had convinced themselves what they were
feeling was really their love.  But the truth was they were being driven by
their hormones more than anything else, and somewhere during their recovery
from the wipe they made love and desire the one and the same.  The longer they
went without having sex, the greater their love seemed to become, and they had
quickly found that no one can satisfy their needs like the other can.

Jerry and Dana left right about then.  They actually didn't leave, leave, just
went out to Jerry's van to fuck like mad for a few hours before they had to go
home.

After watching them hurry out the door, I went and sat with Brad while John and
Sandi danced.  Somehow Brad talked me into taking Sandi into a back room to
check her out, and once she had all her clothes off, I was so impressed with
the thirteen year old's maturing body that I did a little exploring with my
hands before having her get dressed again.

"Shit, Tim," Brad said walking in on us as she finished putting on her top.  "I
think you've been hanging around Eric too long.  You didn't even let her suck
ya, did ya?"

"Do I didn't, and Eric has nothing to do with it," I said patiently.  "It's my
mom's wedding day, Brad.  It's something really special to me, and I'm just..
not in the mood, okay?"

"Man, you don't know what you're missing," he said as Sandi automatically
fished his manhood out and began her tonguing.  "She has the best mouth in the
school, and you never give her the chance to prove it to you.  She's so proud
of herself, but man...  you never give her the time of day."

"What is with you Brad?  Ever since I've come back you've been trying to get me
to fuck her or have her blow me.  She doesn't require me to do anything with
her to make her happy as long as she has you, so it must me you who wants me to
do those things with her, not her.  Why is that?"

"Me?" he said surprised.  "Sandi is the..  I've only..  Huh.  Man, you know
what?  I guess you're right."

"I know I am.  But why?"

"I don't know.  Maybe I just want to know how good she really is.  I mean,
you've fucked more chicks than I can even dream of, and she really does work
hard to make it as good as she can for me.  Don't you, sucky sissy?

Sandi made a loud slurping sound as she pulled her lips off his cock to say,
"Yes, master.  I love making you feel good."

Brad motioned for his sister to kiss him, and I suddenly felt concerned that
Sandi's slavery to her brother had outlasted its usefulness when the two
siblings began heavily kissing with no holds barred.  In fact I was starting to
feel a little upset when Brad started undoing her clothes, so I left them there
with plans to see Sandi in private the following week without Brad's knowledge
or presence.

As I was making my way towards the bar to get a soda, my father called from his
seat at the table.  From the sound of his voice and the fact that he had called
me Timothy told me he had something to say or ask of me that I wouldn't
particularly like.

"Yeah dad?" I said, kneeling down between my mom and dad.

"Baby," my mom said as she rubbed my back comfortingly.  "There's something
we'd like you to take care of while we're on our honeymoon.  It's something
very important to your father, and I think you should do it for him even if it
first seems to be wrong."

I took a deep breath, then looked at my father and asked, "What is it you want
me to do?"

"I want you to take care of mom for me while I'm away.  She's all the time
talking about how much she'd like to get to know you better, and she's taking
my getting married pretty hard.  I know it is a lot to ask of you, but she's my
mother, and you're the only person she would accept to... comfort her while I'm
away."

"Uhm, I don't know.." I said, having a flash back to the unnatural feelings and
images I had felt about her outside the elevator.  "I have a good idea of what
you mean by comforting her, and I don't think I could do that."

"We understand that, honey," my mom coaxed.  "But before you say no, we'd like
you to at least talk to her a little to get to know her better.  Give her a
chance to be your grandmother.  You may be surprised."

"Mom is very a gentle, loving, and creative woman.  It would mean so much to
her, and to me if you just tried," my dad said with his eyes staring into the
space next to me.

His words were so sincere I couldn't help myself from saying, "Okay.  I'll
try."

"Thank you, Timothy," my dad said, his eyes brightening as he looked me in the
face.  "She's probably helping with the drinks.  If you could spend the
remaining hour with her alone before we have to leave, I won't feel so guilty
about leaving her.  But to take her with us would just make everything that
much worse."

I sighed seeing that at least for me the party was over.

"All right.  Don't worry about Grandma, dad.  I'll keep her happy one way or
another.  But I make no promises as to how."

"That's all I could ask."

When I went back to my seat, Eric immediately asked what they had wanted.  I
started to tell him, then suddenly noticed my grandfather talking to my
grandmother, her expression showing how deeply she was listening to his words.

"Uhm, I have to go do something until my parents leave, so I'll tell you later,
okay?"

"Okay," Eric said a little disappointed.  But then he said, "Hey, do you think
Candice would like to dance again?"

"I wouldn't be surprised," I said, grinning over my shoulder as I walked
towards my grandparents.

"... with sparkling rivers and green mountains," my grandfather finished as I
approached.

They both waited for me to speak, and I suddenly felt like I was intruding.

"I'm sorry.." I stammered.  "I didn't mean to interrupt.  I just wanted to,
er.."

"Do not waste your breath on apologies, child.  The time has come for my
departure from this place, time for me to return to the heavens where I belong.
Please wait here while I say farewell to my daughter and her new husband and
bless their unborn child, then you both may walk me out."

With that, he turned and approached the main table where my parents still sat,
and after my grandfather began speaking his litany, I became very aware of my
grandmother's eyes studying me.

After I faced her and indicated she could continue her inspection, I felt
strangely at ease while her eyes were undressing me and assessing my physical
status.  She had seen me nude many times, but never very closely, and it was
weird to feel her affection for me growing just for the opportunity I was
giving her.

"Walk with me child," my grandfather said when he returned with his two angelic
escorts close behind.

He seemed extremely pleased about something, and after we walked in silence to
the entrance of the banquet hall, he faced me and placed his hands on my
shoulders while peering deeply into my surprised eyes.

An empathic connection formed instantly, and I immediately knew that he had
come to my mother's wedding to assess me as much as to give her away at the
altar.  I sensed how incredible his telepathic strength was, and then felt his
intense desire to leave the world a better place than he had originally found
it.  For some reason he felt that I was the key to accomplishing this, and this
was his way of telling me he was very proud of me.

Then with a twinkle in his eye, he broke the connection and stepped backwards
through the door which his two companions held open.

"Have faith in yourself Timothy Jasper Brandton.  Have faith," he said as he
raised his arms up high.

Thunder began to boom in the distance outside as he began lowering his arms
slowly, a look of intense concentration covering his face.  As his arms went
lower, the booms and flashes of light came closer, obviously having some kind
of a link open with someone else that was somehow producing the thunder and
light show.  I knew it had to be some kind of illusion, but I was certain he
wasn't transmitting symbols to my senses and I was baffled at how he could be
producing the lightening effects any other way.

Just as the thunderclaps became almost deafeningly loud, my grandfather raised
his hands again and cried, "FAREWELL, MY CHILDREN! UNTIL I AM NEEDED AGAIN!!"

The blinding light of lightening flashed all around them for an instant, and
then to my utter astonishment he and his two escorts were gone.

I ran outside hoping to catch a glimpse of a yellow cab or a white robe
flapping in the wind while its owner hurried away, but I found nothing but the
large open space of the driveway and the grassy area between it and the main
road.

I immediately began building up energy in my mind for a pulse tailored for
detecting mental cloaks and shields, something which I had worked out by
studying the information I had collected about symbols and mental barriers.

My confidence in my understanding of the symbols and their uses was lowered
considerably when my pulse failed to detect them.  I repeated the pulse five or
six times, shrugging off numerous complaints from several guests about how
annoying my pulses were to their telepathic senses.

"Honey, please stop doing that," my mother said from the door.

"But mom...  He has to be within my range.  Nobody can just disappear like
that!"

"I know that, but daddy has been playing these kind of tricks on people since I
was a little girl, long before he discovered his abilities.  Sooner or later
he'll show you how he did it because that's just how daddy is.  He loves making
you go nuts trying to figure it out, but he eventually reveals it to you once
he has had his fun."

"But how could he have done it?  I mean, the lightening and thunder and wind?
They had to be an illusion..  But I didn't detect him doing.." I said
desperately.

"Timmy, just because he didn't use his abilities doesn't mean he couldn't have
done it another way.  He must have been planning it since the day he found out
about the wedding, maybe longer.  I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually.
Now please, for my sake, stop doing that pulse thing of yours?  It's giving me
a headache."

"Oh, all right," I sighed.  

After she went back inside, I stood there still dumbfounded, unable to accept
that he had vanished into thin air, and finally concluded my grandfather had
somehow gotten around my barriers and had simply used his illusionary abilities
like he had before but without me detecting it.

I wasn't really happy with that conclusion, but for the time being decided I
could live with it and went back to my other grandparent who was waiting
patiently by the door watching me.

"Uhm, Grandma?  Dad wanted us to, uhm, get to know each other, and, uhm, well..
If you'd like, we can go out to one of the limos.."

"Whatever you wish," she said softly.

I offered her my arm which she gracefully accepted, and as we turned towards
the limos, I saw my mom and dad watching us approvingly from a window.

"Grandma, do you remember your life before you were a servant?" I asked with
tenderness as we walked slowly to the head limo.

"No, my young master.  I have always been a servant.  I was born that way."

"I..  If it is all right with you, I'd rather you call me Tim or Timmy.  You're
my grandmother, not my slave, okay?"

"As you wish, Timmy."

I opened the limo's door for her and insisted she get in first, then took a
moment to breathe some of the cool air deeply before following her inside.

"Are you uncomfortable around me Timmy?" she asked after I had sat there for a
minute trying to decide what to say first.

"A little, I guess.  But it isn't anything you've done.  I'm just not really
sure if.."

"I understand," she said with great tenderness and love.

Her sudden surge of emotion made me look at her, and for the first time I
noticed how clear and focused her eyes seemed.  Those eyes were not the eyes of
a mindless slave or some sexual pervert with no morals or conscience.  They
were the eyes of a woman with her own feelings and mind, a woman who was
terrified of losing the man she had sworn to love and serve for the rest of her
life.

Her eyes contained the glimmer of the hope that I would allow her to be my
slave if her son no longer needed her as his own.  She was even a bit excited
at the concept of providing me the pleasures and experiences which she believed
only she could give me, and I found myself struggling between giving her what
she wanted and the wrongness I felt it would be to do so.

"I think I would feel better if we just talked a while.  Like, maybe you could
tell me about dad when he was little or something."

"I would like that," she said with an honest smile.

"So...  what did dad like to do for fun when he was little?"

"Oh, he loved playing "find the tit" and "spank my ass" when he was really
little, but when he turned five or so he started playing with other children
and would sometime have fucking races with them."

"Fucking races?"

"He was so good at that game.  Each boy would have to fuck ten girls.  The
first to get all ten girls to cum won the game.  I was always on Charles' team,
and he always left me for last so I could be the one who he came in.  Of course
that was before he could cum for real.  I will never forget the first time he
came inside of me.  We both cried we were so happy."

As she continued to tell me about my dad's extremely sexually active childhood,
I began probing her mind in search for the commands which had enslaved her.
She had just finished telling me about his sixteenth birthday orgy when I
stumbled across her memories of her own early childhood.

"You really have been a slave your whole life," I said softly as I looked into
her faded green eyes.

Her eyes automatically lowered in submission, and I felt her hope rise.

"Grandma?" I said uncertainly.  "What is it that you want from me?"

"I wish nothing from you but to serve you, my lord," she said automatically.

I sighed in frustration for I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere by talking to
her, and couldn't decide what would be best to do next.

After several minutes my staring at her in silence, she said sadly "I truly
have outgrown my usefulness..."

"No you haven't," I said, feeling her sorrow.  "I'm sorry if I'm not what you
wanted.  It's just that I've never had a grandmother before, and I just don't
know if I can do the things you expect me to do with you."

"No, it isn't your fault, my young master.  Even my Charley doesn't find me
useful or pleasurable.  I have no purpose, no master, no life," she said ending
in a whisper.

"Please don't do this," I said, finding myself being pulled into her grief.
"Dad still loves you, and I know he still needs you.  Why do you think he
wanted me to spend time with you?  He wants you to be happy, and so do I."

"You do?" she said almost looking up at me.  "But you have no need for an old
woman as your slave.  You could have any woman you wished.  I used to be
Charlie's favorite, but now..."

My mind was spinning from her sadness as I searched for something to say or do
to comfort her.  I couldn't do what I knew she wanted.  I just couldn't do the
thing she couldn't ask.  It was wrong, and I couldn't allow myself to cross
that..

"Line.." I said with a jerk.  "Grandma, I'll make a deal with you.  If I be
your master tomorrow, would you try and be my grandmother the day afterwards?
I've always wanted a grandmother, someone that plays games with me, makes
cookies, gives me little presents, and basically spoils me rotten.  That's what
Joey's grandma did with him, and I've always been a little jealous of that.  It
would mean a lot to me..."

"I..  I don't know how to make cookies, and I have no money to buy you
presents.."

"That's okay.  I've baked cookies before, so how about we make some cookies
together instead?  What we're doing isn't really important.  All I really want
is to spend some time with you.  Just spend some time with my grandma."

"You want to spend time?  With me?" she said, momentarily looking up into my
eyes.

That momentary glance was all I needed to capture her eyes and hold them with
my empathic abilities.  The empathic connection formed instantly and I flooded
her with my old time desires of having a grandparent like Joey's to do things
with and love.

As my sex slave grandmother opened her arms for our first hug, the memory of
Joey running up to his grandmother for their huggy kissy hello popped into my
head.  I had been so jealous of Joey for having a grandmother to do something
like that with, so naturally I had outwardly scorned Joey's affection for his
grandmother while internally desiring nothing more than to trade places with
him just for one hug or cookie.

I finally had my turn that magical night.  It was a day in which two of my
biggest childhood dreams had come true, and that very thought brought me to
tears.  As I started blubbering in her arms, the memory of Joey crying in his
grandmother's arms after skinning his leg just pushed me over the edge, and
suddenly the sex slave who was holding me transformed into a mother, or more
precisely, a grandmother.  My grandmother.

We only spent about ten minutes as grandmother and grandchild that night, most
of which was her holding me saying, "Don't cry, little one.  I'll make
everything okay for my little master."  

I don't know why, but those words did make me feel loved and protected, and
that only increased the emotions which were causing my tears. 

Once I had settled down, I found myself curled up against her chest struggling
to keep my eyes open.  If I hadn't sensed her slight discomfort of having a
seventeen year old on her elderly lap, I probably would have fallen asleep
right then and there.

But instead I got on my knees, straddled her lap, and gave her another big hug
and kiss on the cheek.  Then I looked into those not so faded eyes and asked,
"So, do we have a deal?"

I felt her struggle against the desire to lower her eyes in submission, and as
we continued to stare into each other's eyes I felt her make the decision to be
whatever I wanted her to be.  The next thing I knew we were nose to nose with
big broad grins on our faces, both of us feeling a bond with the other which we
had never felt before with anyone.  It was the bond of a grandmother and
grandson, and we knew we would be close for now on.

We talked for little while, her old slave habits quickly returning to make the
conversation a comparison of sexual feats and techniques.  But when I decided
it was time to return to the party, she surprised me by asking me for another
hug and kiss.

The hug was very warm and heartfelt, but I didn't realize what she wanted in
the kiss until our lips were against each other and I felt her mouth opening as
an invitation to my tongue.  I never felt so torn between my morals and my
compassion, for I knew she was testing me to find whether I truly cared for her
or was simply being nice to her for my father or out of a sense of duty.

I unintentionally looked in her eyes again and my gaze must have had such a
begging/pleading look to it that it conveyed to her the deep conflict her
actions were causing within me.  Without the use of an empathic connection, she
felt and understood my feelings in a way that resolved her own questions of my
motivations.  Her lips sealed shut before she moved them to my cheek, then we
spent another few minutes in a long gentle hug before leaving the privacy of
the limo.

As soon as my father saw we had returned, he used his abilities to form a path
through the remaining guests and quickly joined us with a questioning look.

"You okay mom?" he said, taking her hands in his.

"I'm fine, my Charley," she said with her eyes pointed down.

"Charley?" he said surprised.  "You haven't called me that since...  I don't
even remember when.  Tim, what did you do?  No.  Don't answer that.  I don't
really care what you did, just don't undo it."

"Charles?" my mother said walking up behind him.  "Is everything okay?"

My dad was about to respond when his light monitoring of his mother's thoughts
picked up the same thing that my empathic senses were telling me.

"Oh mother," he sighed before locking lips with her and shockingly frenching
her with all his might.

"Shit," I said when I realized she was frenching him back just as hard.  I
really shouldn't have been surprised for I knew they did that kind of thing,
but I had never actually seen it until that moment.

But what I never expected was feeling my own mother desiring the same thing
with me, and my shocked exclamation of "MOM!" cut the other two's exchange
short.

"I can't help it, dear," she said apologetically.  "You have never watched your
father with his mother.  Once I got over the shock of it, their sex is very
loving and beautiful.  And sometimes I miss having my little boy to cuddle with
in the mornings..."

I felt the jealous fear from my grandmother flare up again as I moved to give
my mother a hug, so once I had, I telepathically pointed my grandmother's
feelings out to my mother, finding my dad had already done so and was waited
for her reaction.

Eric wandered up at that moment, but once I had let him know what was going on
telepathically, he headed off towards the bar where the soda and other teens
were at.  I had missed what my mom had said while I had been filling Eric in,
but when I saw we were heading for a empty table in a quiet corner, I pretty
much guessed she was going to try and talk it out.

Knowing how little words meant to my grandmother, I began looking for something
to do to help bridge the gap between the two women, and I was only half way
listening to what they were saying when I felt my grandmother's interest pick
up.

"Hey.." I said, interrupting my dad repeating the same thing he had been saying
the past five minutes.  "Grandma, you're a sex slave, right?  You're afraid of
losing your son as your master to another woman.  But like the saying goes,
you're not losing a son or a master, you're gaining a daughter and a mistress."

"Timmy, I don't think..." my mom began.

"He's right, mother," my dad chimed in.  "You're still my mother, and my
favorite slave.  Don't you see that?  And ever since I was fourteen you've been
trying to get me to find some girl to make my bride and have my children.  If I
had enslaved someone like you wanted me to, you probably wouldn't have been my
favorite any longer.  But with Sam, it's different."

"Yeah, grandma.  My mom isn't replacing you.  How could she?  She could never
be my dad's slave any more than my dad be hers.  Who knows?  Maybe you and my
mom will... er, nevermind.." I said turning red.

"What were going to say, Timothy?" my dad said grinning.  "Come on now.
Remember who you're talking to."

"Oh..  All right," I said, seeing his point.  "But I wasn't really thinking
when I.." I paused when my eyes fell upon my mother's humorous and questioning
face.  

"Uhm, well, I was going to say maybe you might, uhm, you know...  have her,
uhm, do stuff."

"Like?" my mother said, enjoying putting me on the spot like this after I had
made a big deal about her own momentary moral weakness.

I took a deep breath and said, "Like kissing, eating each other out, stuff like
that, okay?"

"That's sounds like a wonderful idea," my mother said.

"It does?" both my dad and I nearly screeched.

"Yes.  And while we are having some lesbian loving, I think it is about time
you show your father what a cock feels like in his ass."

"ACK!" I said as the image ran through my head.

"Very funny, Sam," my dad said, not falling for it.  "Mother has never desired
lesbian sex, and I'd rather give up sex all together before allowing something
like that to happen.  No hard feelings, son."

"Dad, I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last ass on Earth," I said with a
nervous grin.

"Charley?" my grandmother said softly.

"Yes my sexy mother?"

"Will you still want me to give your morning suckings when you get back from
your honeymoon?"

"Yes, mother.  And our after lunch fucking.  We might have to start skipping
the nightly makeouts again for a while, but you know me."

"Yes...  You always come back to your mother's kiss.  I love you, my master, my
son."

"And I love you too, my sexy fuck whore.  Now give me a quick blow before I
leave, and then you're Tim's little sex machine until I get back."

"Charley, I don't want to be Tim's slave," she said making eye contact with her
son.

"What?  Why?" he said astonished.

She and I exchanged looks, then she said with a smile, "I'm going to be his
grandmother.  If you allow it, my master, my dear master?"

"I.. I suppose that's...  Yes!  If that's what you want, then by all means...
But..."

"But?" I said when grandma didn't.

He looked at me and said, "Tim, if you could just...  Let her give you one blow
job.  For me?  Please?  You've never experienced anything like it before, and
it just wouldn't feel right if my own son..."

"We'll see, dad.  We'll see.."

When my grandmother started slipping beneath the table out of sight, I quickly
announced I had to go find Eric and got up to leave.  My mom indicated she
wanted to join me, so we walked away holding hands, and ended up altering our
course to head for the dance floor.

I danced two slow dances with my mother without either of us saying a word,
then at the end of second, we just stood there looking at each other's happy
faces as the sounds and movements around us faded from our senses.

Just like at the altar, my mom and I shared in the closeness which we had had
all throughout the seventeen years of my life.  Until falling in love with Suzi
and later developing those same feelings for Joey, my mother had been my
closest confidant, the most important person in my life, and my only love.
While I had never lost that love, I knew my mom had been somewhat hurt when my
heart was no longer hers alone.  But she had known it was just a part of life
for me to find someone else to love, and had simply accepted her place in my
life.  

Luckily for the both of us, my dad showed up and rekindled the spark which they
had formed before my conception, and now we both were sharing in the very same
love which had not been diminished by our love for others.  It was like we were
letting each other know that no matter what the future held, we could always
depend on the other just like we had when it was just the two of us living
alone.

Our surroundings returned when my father walked up, and I suddenly felt
inspired to do something I never thought I would do.

I kissed my mother on the lips there in front of my dad, but it was a kiss
which contained no lust or desire, just the love of a son for his mother on her
wedding day.

When my mom had to bow her head to wipe a few tears from her eyes, my dad and I
had a sort of a moment ourselves before we each put an arm behind her back and
the three of us made our way to the door for their final departure on their
honeymoon.

Eric found me just in time for me to throw the single handful of rice right
before they got into the limo.  That was my only disappointment that day.  I
realized my mom didn't remember my age old promise to be the first to throw the
rice when she complained that she'd never get all the rice out of her dress.

"Oh well.  It's not like she was going to be wearing it much longer," I said
softly as the limo drove away.

"You okay?" Eric said looking into my face.

I looked back at him with sparkles in my eyes and said, "I'm feeling GREAT!"

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