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Beep… hiss… beep… hiss…

I gradually came to my senses.

There was light streaming through the window of the hospital room. It looked very much like the one I had woken up in... a lifetime ago.

I didn’t understand. The last thing I knew, I was hundreds of yards from shore and slipping under the waves. There was no way I wasn’t drowned.

I heard a noise and turned my head to see Samantha, reading what looked like the history book we had used back in high school. She must have sensed the motion and looked up.

“You’re awake!” She rushed over and gave me a quick hug then bolted to the door and stuck her head out, “He’s awake!”

She came to my side. “We’ve been so worried about you.”

The door opened and my mother rushed in.

“Jake, honey. Thank God.”

She hugged me tightly.

I looked at the two women I loved more than life and my heart danced – but I was confused, I had seen both of these women die. Was this how one arrived in heaven and was greeted by previously departed loved ones? I certainly felt as though I were alive, and heaven was the last place I expected to end up.

“I don’t... I don’t understand. How are you here?”

“I’ve taken a leave of absence from work, don’t worry, we can afford it.”

“I come here everyday after school.” added Samantha.

“But how are you... how did I...”

“Samantha called nine-one-one when you lost consciousness in her kitchen. Thank God you were there and not up your room all alone. We almost lost you. You’ve been in a comma for two months.”

A doctor came in with a nurse on his heels.

Samantha and my mother stood back while he poked and prodded.

I tried to make sense of it all. A coma? So everything that had happened had been a dream? Samantha and my mother were alive! Kirsten wasn’t paralyzed and Tiffany hadn’t been brutalized into insanity. Mike was still my best friend. Lea was... well, Lea was obviously a figment of my imagination, the Lady and the Tramp as well.

The only one who’d been hurt, was me.

I could live with that.

I looked over at Samantha and realized that we hadn’t had a relationship, we hadn’t made love and we hadn’t gotten married. We would never do any of that. But she was alive, so I could live with that as well.

I looked at my mother, she smiled at me with that smile I thought I would never see again. Another thing I could live with. So what if I didn’t have amazing mental powers.

Of course, I was back to being a loser geek in Tiffany and Kirsten’s opinion. That sort of hurt, but since they were okay, it didn’t bother me too much. I would miss them, but then, they weren’t the girls I had come to love – those girls were the Tiffany and Kirsten my mind, and a certain part of my anatomy, had wanted them to become.

“Nurse, we can remove the catheter but keep him on the saline.” Said the doctor, wrapping up his examination. “Clear fluid diet for the time being, but it looks like he’ll be able to tolerate more substantial stuff very quickly.”

He turned back to me.

“This may sound a little strange, considering you’ve been asleep for two months, but you need to get some rest. Your visitors can stay, but if you try to get out of this bed without a nurse helping you, I will make them leave. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

My mother held up her phone, “I’m going outside to call Mike, I made him a promise. I’ll be right back.”

She headed for the elevators and Samantha came to my side, taking my hand.

“In case you were wondering, Thad was sentenced to three years in prison for felony assault. Gary got a year in county for accessory but the other guys got off with probation.”

Her hand in mine, her gorgeous face and the vivid memories I had caused my cock to swell.

Ever had an erection with a catheter in?

Ouch.

Then I remembered what had happened right before I passed out.

Great, I thought, now I had to go through that all over again.

Might as well get it over with.

“Sam?”

“Yeah, Jake?”

“About what happened in your kitchen, you know, right before I passed out.”

“What are you... Oh, that. I’d almost forgotten about it. Don’t give it another thought. And don’t worry, it’s our little secret.”

“I’m sorry, Sam.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about. It wasn’t your fault... it was probably mine. I suppose I should be apologizing to you.

“You didn’t do anything except be you. Beautiful, caring, wonderful you.”

She was looking at me curiously, I decided, hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. I had tried not telling her how I felt, and needed mental powers to get her to love me. Maybe without those powers I should try the alternative route.

“I love you, Sam. I’ve loved you all my life.”

She had a pained expression on her face.

“I love you too, Jake. I really do. As for what happened... it’s not that I don’t want to... but... it’s just that...”

Her expression said that she had something she desperately wanted to say, but couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Was it possible?

How could my dream have known?

It looked like she was loosing the battle so I took a runner and said it for her.

“You’re gay?”

The pained look was replaced by shock.

“You knew?”

“Not until now.”

If my dream had that right, what else could be...

It would only take a second to check.

I was terrified to try it – at that moment I was so exhilarated by the possibility that I didn’t want to risk finding out it wasn’t real.

But I had to know. If Samantha’s sexual preference and feelings toward me were real, what else from my dream was real?

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I let it out.

Then I did... well... what I remembered doing for, what seemed to me to be, the last two years.

The blackness exploded with Samantha’s angelic auras.

I opened my eyes, she was looking at me, still in shock.

I spoke before she could.

“Did you mean it, just now, when you said you’d like to, but couldn’t?”

“Of course I did, Jake. I love you dearly, but I can’t give you what you deserve. Not in that way.”

“What if, just for sake of argument, you could?”

She took my hand again.

“Jake, if I could love you in that way, I would. It would be a dream come true.”

“Sam... we have to talk.”

It was mid January.

I was sitting in a coffee shop, waiting, pretending to do homework.

Samantha had needed a demonstration before she believed me. Once she did, she gave me permission to alter her gender preference, by just that little bit. We’d missed our Christmas Eve together, I was a little sad about that, it had made that night very special to us. But we were on track for Valentines Day. That would be appropriate, and this time I wasn’t going to cum in my pants.

The abilities I’d had in my dream were real, with one addition.

I was really, really good at thinking things through now.

Precognition, albeit difficult and teaming with all the various and convoluted probable outcomes, had not been part of my powers in that dream, but then, the whole dream had been precognitive.

That’s right. I could see into the future and my coma dream had been one of a thousand paths that, at the moment of my powers awakening, had been open to me, my friends and the world in general. A path I did not want to travel again.

Well, not totally. Parts of it would repeat.

Lea was real. I was sure about that.

I’d driven by that house and the white van was there. I parked across the street just long enough to see the man come out of the house, and it was him.

I hadn’t freed her at that point. I did feel some guilt about that. But, she would need Kirsten to help her regain her sense of self, and we didn’t have her... yet. I was still taking two years off her stay in hell and that had to be worth something. That, and two years worth of women that wouldn’t end up missing, tortured and ultimately buried anonymously in the woods.

Janice Kent and the young lady murdered before her eyes would live on in blissful ignorance of the ghastly bullet they had dodged.

Samantha didn’t yet know about her plans for Tiffany and Kirsten though she had said some things about using my abilities to make those ‘elitist fucks’ make up for the awful things they had said about me. She had those plans, they were there in the back of her mind, she just hadn’t brought them out front yet.

And just in case you were wondering, they were her plans – I hadn’t planted them.

I’d considered telling her the whole thing. My dream and what had happened to everyone – but after giving it some of my special brand of ‘consideration’, I knew the best outcomes came from letting her come to her own conclusions in her own time.

I’d sent my mother a clumsy command in the middle of December and she had immediately gone to the phone.

I was growing impatient. He should be here by now, but like I said, there were a lot of variables. I just had to wait, the primary event would happen, despite the diversity of the details.

Someone sat at my table and I looked up to see Phillip. The rat-bastard, son of a bitch fucking assassin himself. Anger welled up but I controlled myself, assuaging my emotions by remembering his head in the misshapen condition I had last seen it.

I needed him. I wanted to slide into obscurity as far as the talent community was concerned and to do that I needed him to remove what he had done to my mother. I could do it, but it would look suspicious the next time he checked on her and everything would go rapidly downhill from there. I would let him remove his controls, then I could free her from her self made mental prison.

“Can I help you?” I asked, innocently.

“I hope I can bother you for a moment of your time, young man.”

“What do you want?”

He started talking, bullshitting me about being my father’s son and all that. I half listened, giving appropriate answers when needed. I was concentrating on my aura. I’d practiced manipulating it with my eyes open. I could feel when I made contact.

Phillip was a Psychic and would see me trying to connect – if I did it the way I used to think it had to be done. Auras surrounded our whole body. I had been taught that head to head contact was the way it had to be done. That’s where the auras were the strongest and that’s where the mind was. Also, I had been taught by Psychics who didn’t have telekinetic control of their auras. They simply willed their aura towards their target – how it got there was not up to them.

I didn’t have such limitations.

While he talked, the bit of aura around my big toe stretched out along the floor until it hit his foot. I could feel it connect and looked him in the eye as I made my way into his mind.

He would accompany me to my house and remove the shit he’d done to my mother then return to train me. Just like before.

He would find that I wasn’t a very good student and my telekinesis was very sub par. He would quickly lose interest in me and, in time, forget about me altogether.

A series of a dozen time bombs would see to it.

Alek would show up, I think he was already sniffing around. He would also get discouraged at my unimpressive ability and, since he would never find out about my differences, he would not involve us in his plans. Without my mother to temp him, Phillip wouldn’t be able to turn him. The resistance wouldn’t be crushed and he would continue with his grand scheme.

Good luck to him.

He was trying to remove what he saw as a threat to the world and I looked at him and his organization as the lesser of two evils – and believe me, it took quite a while until I could think of him without picturing him kneeling next to my mother’s dead body.

I had my own grand scheme and it involved quietly – very quietly – removing threats to individuals. Evil mind fuckers and terrorist fuck wads beware. Your days of operating with impunity were about to end.

This time I would make no mistakes.

This time, I could think it through.

Epilogue:

Ten Years After: A Space In Time (with apologies to Ten Years After)

I sipped gingerly at the hot coffee while watching Kirsten apply cream cheese frosting to a fresh hot batch of cinnamon rolls. Tramp lay at my feet, he knew that once someone was sitting at the table, food wasn’t far behind and with the new additions to the family the dogs had a good chance of getting scraps.

With no meddling from me, Kirsten had gone to culinary school this time around.

I know, there really wasn’t a first time, but that’s how I still looked at it – the memories were simply too vivid.

She had always been a good cook, but once she had some training on how to utilize various herbs and spices, along with all the other nuances and sciences of cooking, she became a spectacular cook.

My mother used a big chunk of her money to open a diner. Kirsten served up simple fare, but damned tasty simple fare. It did well and we had grown to three diners which were run by folks trained and overseen by the sexy gastronomical genius. They did well enough that we could launder a ton of cash through them fairly quickly.

I was watching Kirsten partly because I was anticipating the rolls, but mostly because she was wearing just the top piece of a set of pajamas and, with her apron tied tightly around her tiny waist, it highlighted, rather than concealed, her alluring curves, showed a nice expanse of her sexy legs and every so often a flash of her tight little ass.

Have I mentioned that I could watch that girl do just about anything for even an extended period of time?

‘Almost-five-years-old’ Jeremy wandered into the kitchen.

“Auntie Kirsten? Can I have my cinnamon roll before breakfast?”

She turned and bent to the little blonde haired boy.

“Well, Jeremy, let’s talk about that. Have you considered how that might affect others in the house?”

“Yep! You always make enough, so no one would get left out.”

“What about me? I am going to make you a very special omelette this morning and how do you think I’ll feel if you don’t eat it?”

“I’m extra hungry! I promise I’ll eat every bite.”

“Then I’ll tell you what. When I break them up, I’ll save the biggest roll for you and after you eat your omelette you can have it with a glass of chocolate milk.”

As Jeremy was agreeing to these terms, Lea came in. I expected a steady stream of arrivals from this point on – the heavenly aroma of Kirsten’s cinnamon rolls tended to have that effect.

“Good morning.”

“Mommy!” Jeremy exclaimed running to her, “Auntie Kirsten is giving me the biggest cinnamon roll this morning.”

“Is that so?” She hefted him into her arms, not difficult for her even though he was large for his age. Her training had her in top physical shape.

This time, she was sixteen when we saved her. The asshole was killed, of course. We walked in on him cutting up a corpse while forcing Lea to make his new girl watch. Interestingly enough, Mike snapped his neck this time too. He walked right up to the confused son of a bitch and... you should have been there.

I’ve always felt badly about not saving Lea a few days earlier and sparing the life of that poor girl.

But there were things that had to be in place and acting too soon to save Lea would have had consequences that were unacceptable. Much further reaching than the life of one person. I know that sounds callous, but when one can see all the probable outcomes of any decision, one must make such gut wrenching choices.

‘One’ thinks it sucks.

The saddest part, was that the family of the murdered girl never knew, and never would know, what the sacrifice of their daughter and sister meant to the future of the world at large. Trust me, it would have been of some small consolation.

Yeah, it was that big.

After explaining my precognitive ability to my mother and friends, along with the energizing power of emotions, I had spent about month in extended periods of meditation, accompanied at all times by at least two loving women to give me strength. I had explored a plethora of possible futures and chosen a particular path.

We were starting a dynasty of those who watch the watchers, so to speak. Our next few generations would remain in the shadows, building numbers, investing in legitimate money making ventures and honing our abilities until our descendents would become the clandestine powers behind the powers behind the throne.

We had also discovered the talents behind terrorism and were working to make that particular pastime a historic footnote, at least on this continent. That venture would save many lives and be the stake that financed everything else. It would be about four generations before we could extend our reach overseas.

After her rescue, Lea’d had Kirsten to help her again, but she’d also had my mother. Since I happened to know where I could find quality phony papers, Lea, under her new identity was adopted into our family. She was smart, and after one year of home school, which consisted of intense tutoring to catch her up, she finished her last two years, at a public high school, as an ‘A’ student.

Since she’d never been required to do... that thing... she was well adjusted and still on our team. She still knew that trick, however we had altered and adapted it to be more of a tazer than an instrument of torture. Very handy – in many regards.

I had also taught her to manipulate auras sight unseen. She learned to concentrate on one emotion and could extend that aura at will, from any area of her body. In the future, quite a number of our Telekinetics would be able to connect to any other talent without their knowledge using this trick. Something our Psychics would never be able to do.

In the present, Lea looked at her son with amused affection, giving him a quick good morning kiss.

“I thought your daddy always gets the biggest piece.” She said.

“Well, Mike is just gonna have to settle for second biggest today,” Kirsten said, finishing the icing, “because ‘son of appetite’ made a deal for the biggest one,” she winked at Lea, “he’s extra hungry this morning.”

“Good morning, everyone.” Greeted Samantha, cheerfully, heading straight to the coffee. The girl still bounced out of bed every morning looking every bit as beautiful as when she went to sleep.

Did I mention that she and Lea were wearing the same style night wear as Kirsten? Without the apron, of course. The kitchen was quickly becoming a forest of shapely legs and poorly hidden curves.

Good God those women were sexy.

Samantha leaned against the counter, sipping her coffee and regarded me with amusement.

“Down boy.” she chuckled, feeling my ardor through our bond.

“Oh, he’s been like that all morning.” Said Kirsten, with a smile.

“Can you blame him?” Samantha asked, her eyes running up and down Kirsten, “look at you!”

“Kirz always gets him worked up,” observed Lea as Kirsten blushed, “but there was a definite spike when Sam came in. There always is.”

Samantha grinned at Lea, “After last night, I would have thought we had him sated until well past lunch.”

“Thanks for reminding me of last night,” I groaned, “now I’ve got it even worse.”

They all giggled as they felt my lust increase.

“Did we miss a joke?” Asked Mike as he escorted a lovely and very pregnant Tiffany into the kitchen. Wearing a heavy terry cloth robe, she was much more covered than the other girls, but her radiant beauty and inherent sexiness shone through anyway.

Lea passed Jeremy to his father for a hug.

“Have you heard the one about the sex starved mind reader?” Quipped Samantha.

“Only every morning.” joked Tiffany, easing her way into a chair with an amused groan. She looked at me as the bond worked it’s magic and she too, felt my lust. “Jesus, Jake, horny much?”

I heard my mother in the living room, herding children.

Four year old Austin, my son with Samantha, bolted into the room with his ‘sister’, three year old, Amy, Mike and Kirsten’s daughter. They were followed at a brisk waddle by two year old Jenny, my daughter by Lea. Jeremy was named after Lea’s father and Jenny after her mother. She never forgot what that man had made her do to her parents. For future children she would start on the grandparents she’d had to abandon and who still thought their precious granddaughter had gone crazy and murdered her parents, their children. Fortunately, Lea had found a nurturing love with her new family.

Jeremy was a telekinetic. Well, not yet he wasn’t and if nature ran it’s course, he probably never would be, but I had figured out how to release the talent without massive trauma, so he would realize his talent. Austin would also be telekinetic as would Jenny.

My mother came in with one year old Alyssa in her arms. Alyssa was born to Kirsten and I and would be the only one of my offspring to bear my unique talents. As far as I could tell, there would never be more than one in each generation, but there would always be one. She would have her talent activated much earlier than the others as utilizing our unique gift in the proper manner required much more training. I would also gradually pass her the insight I had gained both in my dream and in the years since I had awakened. She, and the generations to follow, would control their precognition almost instinctively and carry an insight that would grow with each generation.

They, like me, wouldn’t be in charge. Our clan would always operate with consensus and following the guidance of those members with the education, training or personal strengths most suited to the particular circumstance.

That system worked only because of the trust we had due to our bond. The primal Pack bond made it nearly impossible for a family member to act selfishly or betray the family trust. Not that we couldn’t, it was simply unthinkable. The pack was vital to the survival of the individual, and the individual was vital to the survival of the pack.

Each child would undergo the bonding as they came of age, at the same time their talents would be activated. Those with gifts would know of them and be ready for their formal training once activated.

I had discovered a lot of things as I explored the human mind this time. I distinctly recalled Mike’s mind after he’d gained his mind fuck immunity. After all, I had examined it so thoroughly afterward trying to figure it out.

Once I had his pre-immunity mind available to me I was able to figure out what was different and how to replicate it. This time, everyone was immune.

Everyone but the talents, that is.

Following the differences in Mike’s mind had led me to the area of the mind that governed the talent. In a nutshell, I turned on the talent in those who did not have the genetic disposition for psychic or telekinetic ability, which gave them a ‘different’ talent.

I didn’t know what would happen to a person who had the talent if I fucked with it. So I didn’t, but we all had shells, even the non-talents. Anything can happen and they could find themselves in a situation where they would have to appear to be normal normies.

With that in mind, our talents retreating into a shell wouldn’t happen at the slightest touch, they would be aware of it, as all talents were aware of a psychic connection, and could choose to do so – but if they were hit hard, heavy and unexpectedly, they would find themselves sucked in.

Having learned how to activate the talent in anyone without the genetic predisposition, it was just as easy to activate the talent in those who had the potential – which was anyone born of a talent parent. It was a very dominant genetic trait. However, since it generally required a head trauma to activate, it was a rare ability among those who hadn’t learned my trick.

“Jeremy,” said my mother, “what are we supposed to do before eating breakfast?”

“Make our beds!” he shouted, as if he had just won a quiz show.

“You take your siblings upstairs and I’ll be up in a bit to help the little ones.”

She had taken to being ’Gamma ‘Reen’ like a duck takes to water, as had ‘Gamma Beth.’ Beth was brought in shortly after we revealed our secret to Mike, Tiffany and Kirsten. She continued living in her house and I knew that, eventually, we would need the space. She and her new husband would be by shortly, no one made breakfast like our little Asian hotness.

Revealing the truth to the others had been just as uncomfortable and emotional as it had been the first time. The fact that my mother was with us when we broke the news to each person or persons had helped.

She turned to address us, wagging a finger, “Now I like a turn of shapely leg as much as anyone, but Alek is bringing Allen here this morning and need I remind you that he is a fifteen year old boy with a history of using his psychic ability to violate the virtue of lovely young women?”

“It’s not like his talent would get him anywhere with these girls.” I said.

“If he tries anything with Kirsten, it could get him into Mr. Ed’s belly.” giggled Tiffany.

Mr. Ed was Kirsten’s Tibetan Mastiff and he was the mountain of fur laying in the middle of the kitchen floor around whom all the previously mentioned activity had taken place.

I had given in and gotten her one this time. Guilt, I suppose. I will never forget the look in her eyes when she felt I had betrayed her in my dream inside my dream, nor could I forget the coldness in her voice as she insinuated that her being paralyzed shouldn’t matter to me since she was no longer part of the team. So I spoiled her, just a little.

When she left the house, her furry guardian was never far from her side, unless it couldn’t be avoided, and she could not have had a better protector. If that kid tried anything with Kirsten while Mr. Ed was around... well, he probably wouldn’t kill him, but the kid would shit his pants.

The dogs wouldn’t kill a ‘dangerous prey’ using that form of ‘tooth and claw’ unless their pack mate being targeted had retreated into a shell. Since everyone but the talents didn’t have to, even when confronted with an enemy psychic, it kept fatal misunderstandings to a minimum. If one of us talents wound up in a shell it would have to be a very dangerous situation and the dogs would put an abrupt end to whoever posed that threat – likewise, if one of our non-talents went into a shell it would have to be in a dire circumstance.

In the absence of a shell, the attacker was to be harried, threatened and attacked on the extremities. So unless Kirsten suddenly became a heartless, cold blooded bitch and ducked into her shell when the kid connected, Mr. Ed would simply charge him growling and snarling. Trust me, when that monster comes at you in full snarl it’s enough to make anyone shit their pants.

“Which is why I want to minimized the temptation.” My mother continued. “For heaven’s sake, if you girls have Jake so worked up, imagine what you will do to a teenage boy. All of you, upstairs.”

Yeah – my mother could tell when I, or any of the others, were horny. I’d gotten used to it.

“My, my, a pleasant morning it is, I see.” Said Tony, the dog trainer, as he came into the room and hugged my mother, his eyes scanning the erotic vista.

“Well, commit it to memory, I’m sending them up to finish dressing. Alek is bringing Allen over today.”

As the three beauties filed out of the kitchen Kirsten stopped to give my mother a kiss on the lips, “Are you sure you want me to put my pants on?”

“Yes, dear, it’s for the greater good.”

Tony’s eyes trailed the gorgeous Asian as she left the kitchen. My mother poked him in the ribs.

“You didn’t get enough of her last night?”

He looked at my mother and smiled, “I think we can both agree that one could never get ‘enough’ of that girl.”

“True enough,” chuckled my mother, slipping her arm around his waist, “C’mon, you’re gonna help me make beds.”

Yes, Kirsten had been with my mother and Tony. Well, to be fair, she had been with my mother long before Tony was in the picture.

She and, on the rare occasion, Tiffany were the only ones, however. I didn’t... well she was my mother. She was more or less Lea’s mother too, enough to make it uncomfortable for them. Samantha had grown up with her as a second mom and she was almost a first mom to Mike.

She’d found out about Mike having had a crush on her for years, Tiffany told her. Mike was embarrassed, but believe it or not, my mother was willing and Tiffany, having not grown up with her, had no issues either. But Mike considered her as close to being his mother as makes no difference and despite his adolescent carnal desires it was too weird for him.

Kirsten hadn’t met my mother until after I had mind fucked her, so she had no such inhibitions and my mother, who was still hot pushing fifty, had been smoking hot at forty.

Knowing the bond we were all destined to share, I had insisted, early on, upon open and honest communication in all areas, especially sex.

Once we had Lady and Tramp and hired Tony to train them, my mother had become quite smitten with him and he couldn’t believe his luck. In his mid forties, he was quite flattered when, what he thought was some twenty-something chick, came on to him. When he discovered that she was only a few years younger than he was and that they were very compatible, he thought he’d died and went to heaven. A feeling that increased exponentially when first Kirsten then Tiffany had joined them in bed.

He was the same great guy I’d remembered from my dream and he was quickly brought into the fold.

My mother, along with Kirsten had gotten the lion’s share of Lady’s protective instinct and I could almost feel sorry for anyone who was stupid enough to assume that because most of us were out of the house that made it vulnerable. Almost feel sorry for them – they would be attacking my family, after all. They would deserve whatever the fierce and skillful women would do to them.

On the rare occasion that my mother went on a mission, Kirsten, Lea and Tony would be at home. Otherwise my mother and Tony were primary home defense and don’t even think about shortchanging him when it comes to defense.

Tony had been a dog handler in the Navy Seals and he not only brought with him his personal combat training and advanced tactical knowledge but with only whistles and grunts he could command our canines like a general guiding his armies.

He had taken over planning and training us for missions. Frankly, he was much better at it than Mike, whose tactical training had been hour after hour of playing HALO on line with veterans... well... self proclaimed veterans anyway. Some assuredly were, others, probably not.

His greatest contribution was teaching us patience. By studying our targets for a short while we often learned about some of the habits shared by many of them. Habits that helped us identify targets that weren’t passed to us through other sources. The most interesting one was that most of them were not lone wolves. They would gather frequently to show off and share their toys.

Many such gatherings have ended in a sort of violence they hadn’t anticipated.

He and my mother left, leaving me alone with Mike and Tiffany.

“So did you guys talk?” She asked.

“Yes,” I said, “and we see no problem with what you and Sam want to do. Not from our perspective anyway.”

“That’s good, we were pretty sure, but we wanted to be safe.”

We’d gotten past the sex taboo a lot earlier than we had the first time, but the girls were still very careful whenever they felt a line might be crossed. Sam wanted to have a baby by Mike, and Tiffany wanted one by me.

Kirsten and Tiffany were also considering having children by Tony.

“You’re due in two weeks,” observed Mike, “so you guys can get started in what, a month?”

“Very funny,” said Tiffany, “you’ll be lucky if I’m up for blow jobs in a month. God I feel so fat.”

Kirsten returned and while the sexy Korean beauty had complied with the letter of the law, she had totally ignored the spirit. Her pajama bottoms were very brief shorts. The shapely legs were still enticingly on display. At least when she bent over she wasn’t letting everyone see that luscious pinkness that drove my thoughts carnal every single time I saw it.

“C’mon, Tiff, give me a hand with the dogs, will ya?” said Mike, helping her to her feet and heading for the door. “Ed, Tramp, outside.”

The dogs almost ran over a laughing Alek as they barreled out the door. He came in with a teenage boy in tow.

He grabbed Mike by the arm as he passed.

“I wanted to let you know that the program you built is working great. We’ve infiltrated their communications without them having a clue.”

“Did you ever have any doubts?” Mike chuckled as he continued outside.

The young man with Alek clutched his suitcase and looked about nervously. More often than not, his nervous gaze fell upon Kirsten.

We had discussed our taking Allen in.

My mother and I had met with him and Allen a week previous. I had put off his moving in until that morning . Alek was here for two reasons, bringing us Allen was one. We needed a Psychic on our team and he would eventually be the first to sire our own line of Psychics within our clan. I knew that if we didn’t convince the boy he wanted to be on our team right off the bat, we would lose him. That ‘convincing’ was Alek’s other reason for being here. A reason he hadn’t had until the night before.

I think you know how I knew that.

“Morning, Jake, Kirsten. Allen, you’ve met Jake and that’s Kirsten over there.”

I nodded a greeting.

“Hi, Alek, welcome Allen,” said Kirsten, “it’s nice to meet you. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.”

“Where’s your mom, Jake?”

“Upstairs helping the kids make their beds.”

He turned toward Allen, “I’ll leave you in their capable hands.”

He headed upstairs.

I was seated about halfway down the table and facing Kirsten, Allen sat down at the end of the table, which put him almost six feet away from me – yes, the table is that big now.

When the girls decided to start having babies two things were decided. First, only one of them would be pregnant at a time, we couldn’t afford the loss of manpower to the teams. Second, we needed a bigger house.

The first was easy, the second, not so much. We loved this house.

Eventually, we were able to buy the house next door – no, not Samantha’s, the other side. We razed that house and consolidated the properties enabling us to remodel and expand our home, which threatened to reach commune-like proportions.

So the kitchen was a lot bigger.

I mention that to explain why it took me so long to reach him with my toe probe. He had been told the few talents here were telekinetics and by the time I connected to him, he’d already sent a tendril out towards Kirsten, with lust in his heart. I wasn’t watching the auras, I was in his mind. While he was busy with Kirsten, I would be making some subtle changes. With the right attitude, there was a high probability that he would become essential to the future of our family. I couldn’t give him that attitude, but I could open him up to having it – given the right circumstances.

I didn’t try to stop him from connecting to Kirsten.

He was about to step through the looking glass.

He’d fallen into Alek’s hands by mere accident. When he was twelve he had been in a terrible car accident with his adoptive parents, they were both killed. He vanished into the Foster home system, only to be branded a runaway a year later leaving behind some very confused people.

One of Alek’s fellow council members out in California had scooped him up when an alert psychic happened across Allen leaving a mall with three young teenage girls, all clumsily enthralled. Concerned that, left to his own devices, the kid would have eventually blown the secret somehow, they took him in.

He wasn’t a deviant. Just a horny teenager who could fuck whatever girl caught his eye. He wasn’t intentionally cruel, but he wasn’t much concerned about the aftermath either.

They uncovered that some of his antics had gotten the wrong sort of attention and decided his best chance of staying out of the clutches of the evil council lay in getting him the hell away from the west coast. The council member from California happened to be on the phone with Alek when it came up.

Alek had asked my mother to take him in.

He didn’t know what really went on in our extended family, but he wasn’t stupid. His organization, the not so evil council, had noticed that some of the more nefarious mind fucking bastards had started disappearing, or simply ending up dead, about eight years ago – yes, eight years ago, I had to get Lady and Tramp on board before we could go ahead with any of this – due to their unique personalities, not beginning the bond with them had carried some very dark probabilities. Probabilities that could possibly have been avoided or overcome, but why take chances?

Due to an offhand comment made one night while he was having dinner with us, Alek discovered that if he knew of a talent stupid enough to be involved with the nefarious sex slave making side of the evil mind fucking bastard business, all he had to do was slip his name and location to my mother and that problem would vanish.

He didn’t know of my unique ability or the mind fuck immunity of my friends – the latter simply because he had enough class to never try anything. He had no clue as to the details of our night time hobby, but he did notice the different atmosphere in our house. He knew what a mess Lea was when she came to us, and he had seen her blossom.

So he decided to dump the horny, incorrigible little shit with us.

His tendril reached Kirsten.

She smiled and stopped chopping the onions. Setting down the knife she turned to face us, resting her hands behind her on the counter.

And, yes. She knew ‘exactly’ how that looked.

Without saying a word, she pushed off and, still smiling, came to sit next to the kid.

He didn’t know that it wasn’t his commands that made her do that.

You ain’t in Kansas anymore, Skippy.

“Allen,” she said, gently, taking his hand, “I’m not saying whether we will or will not have sex at some point.” She looked him over. “You’re a good looking kid, and in a couple of years, after you’ve shown you can be a member of this family, it’s probably very likely. But it ain’t gonna happen that way, pal.”

He struggled for words.

Let’s see... I did Wonderland and Oz... what’s left... Landover?... Gor?... Ah forget it.

“How did you... what are you?” he was practicably whispering

“I’m just a normal girl who firmly believes that life is way too short to waste time hanging around with assholes.” She flashed him her best cheerful, yet flirty, smile. “So try not to be an asshole, sweetie.” She pecked him on the cheek and went back to her kitchenly duties.

Allen looked at me. His mind was whirling. What he’d just experienced was something he’d been told was impossible.

Before he could speak, Mike rushed in the back door.

“Did he try it yet?”

“Yep.”

“Damn! I missed it.”

Allen’s face turned red and anger flared.

“You set me up? What kind of shit is this?”

“We didn’t set you up, Allen,” I said, “but I didn’t stop you from doing exactly what I thought you would do.”

“You did something with her that fucked with my control.”

“No, that’s just how she is.”

“So why did he come running in here making fun of me.”

“He wasn’t. If you would like to connect to him you will be able to see his memory of that moment and you’ll find there was no animosity or unkind intent.”

He looked suspicious, “How do you know I haven’t looked already?”

“You will find that anyone in this house will be able to tell when you’ve connected to them.”

Just then there was a scratch at the door and Mike stepped over to let Mr. Ed in.

Allen watched, wide eyed, as the apparent grizzly bear lumbered through the kitchen, gave him a brief sniff and settled in a heap in the middle of the floor.

“I would particularly caution you against trying to force a connection with one of our dogs around. They are sensitive to psychic activity. They know who is initiating it and who they are targeting. They really... really... don’t like it. Unless of course they have been told it’s okay.

I stood and moved to Allen’s side, “Ed, Come.”

The big dog lurched to his feet and sat in front of me.

I placed my hand on Allen’s head and said, “Family.”

That told him that the kid was to be tolerated, but wasn’t quite Pack, not just yet. At any rate, Mr. Ed wouldn’t take too much offense if the kid connected with someone – as long as they didn’t go into their shell.

Mr. Ed sniffed the kid again and returned to his linoleum bed. But before he lay down, I could have sworn he looked at me sideways, as if to say, “It’s your bloody funeral.”

“Now, would you like to see what Mike was thinking when he came in?”

The kid was adapting quickly. He’d learned to adapt quickly, the hard way. He had spent a few years on the seedy side of the street and most of his head rifling was among nefarious and cowardly adults. He’d learned to roll with situations and he also carried a cynicism well beyond his years.

He looked at Mike and after about a second, Mike said, “Welcome to my inner-sanctum.”

Mr. Ed stayed on the floor but his head came up and he watched the kid intently.

After a few more seconds, the kid pulled out.

I knew all he had found was a good natured familiarity and acceptance. Mike hadn’t even been introduced yet and he was already treating the kid like family.

But, like I said, the kid was a major cynic.

“What is this? Some kind of weird cult. You guys a bunch of flower children or something? What will we do at night? Build a bonfire and hold hands singing Kumbya?”

“Well, there are the occasional bonfires,” noted Mike, “but no singing, unless you count screams or the sweet rhythm of an MP-4.”

“What?”

“He’s pulling your leg, Allen.” chuckled Kirsten.

“Oh.”

“We almost never use MP-4’s”

“What the hell goes on around here?”

He was looking at me.

“Something you cannot tell anyone about, not even Alek.”

“Okay, I promise not to tell.”

“I know you won’t. I told you that you can’t connect to anyone in this house without them knowing it, what I didn’t tell you was that I can connect to you without you knowing it.”

“Impossible.”

“I’ve just pulled out. You will find that you cannot discuss any aspect of this family with anyone other than this family. I’m sorry to be so heavy handed, but some things are for the greater good. I will be happy to remove those restrictions when I am satisfied that your promise to remain quiet means something.”

The back door opened again and Tiffany came in with Duke and Duchess, our large German Shepherds – yep, Mike got his Shepherds.

“This must be Allen,” she said, cheerfully, heading his way, albeit slowly, “pardon the waddle, I’ll get there eventually.”

Reaching him, she bent to give him a hug just as Samantha and Lea returned. Their pajama bottoms were full length, thank God. Duke and Duchess had not been formally introduced and if those two were showing as much leg as Kirsten the poor kid would have had a hard time controlling himself and the two black and brown monstrosities would have noticed.

They really wouldn’t have liked it.

Shitting himself at the kitchen table would not have been a smooth introduction.

Unless he connected with Lea first, and managed to do it in a way that sent her into her shell. Then his introduction would be even less smooth and much shorter.

Both beauties welcomed him with a cheerful hug and he was a good boy. A wide eyed and interested boy, to be sure, but a good boy nonetheless.

Then the kitchen exploded with activity as the kids returned with Tony on their heels and Alyssa in his arms.

Allen was looking around in bewilderment when my mother showed back up with Alek.

“I’ve got to run,” announced Alek, “it was good seeing everyone again.”

“Are you sure you can’t stay for breakfast?” Asked Kirsten.

“I really wish I could, but I have a plane to catch.”

We all said our goodbyes and as soon as he was out the door, all eyes were on my mother.

“We’ve got a touchy one. A council member in Florida.”

“Which council, ours or theirs?”

While we didn’t actively participate in the Great Talent War, we were sympathetic with Alek’s organization and generally referred to his team as ‘our’ side. We would help out from time to time, like Mike’s computer worm, but we didn’t play favorites in this regard. An evil mind fucking bastard was an evil mind fucking bastard and he, or she, would vanish regardless of political or philosophical leanings.

“Ours.”

“What did he do?”

“Seems he has a penchant for little girls, around seven or eight. Probably been at it for decades, covering his tracks by making the girls unable to tell anyone but not doing anything about the memories. You can imagine what that did to them psychologically. Finally, one of these disturbed girls came across a friend of a friend of the family who happened to be a psychic and did a read on her. He got word to Alek. Here’s the kicker, the Psychic in question works for the other side.”

“How in the hell did he contact Alek?” asked Samantha.

“There are guys who work both sides of the fence, generally staying neutral but not above the odd deal if there’s enough money involved. Alek put the word out to those types that there was an anonymous group that deals with this sort of bullshit, they, in turn, passed it along. One of them acted as go-between.”

While the rule of thumb regarding talents doing fucked up shit to ‘normies’ was that it was tolerated as long as it was discreet, many in the community didn’t like some of the worst. Their hands were tied, however, in that taking action against one of the evil bastards was prohibited by the rules set up to prevent bloody and messy problems between talents without the resources to clean up behind themselves. The Powers Behind the Throne didn’t take action because, frankly, there were too damned many of these deviants and it could have engendered disastrous blow-back.

There were now rumors of an unstoppable team of talents and unusual ‘normies’ wreaking vengeance upon the unjust.

If we weren’t already, our little group would soon be among those shadowy figures that psychic parents threaten their children with when they’ve been bad.

“Shit,” said Mike, “now the other side knows about us.”

“It may not necessarily be a bad thing,” said Lea, “I mean, they’ve known we’re out here. Up till now, they haven’t known what we were up to. Now that this is out, they may see us as less of a threat and we may even get an increase in business if they figure out this is a way of eliminating guys on the other side.”

“No matter,” I said, standing up, “we keep up our security protocols just like we always do and they’ll never who ‘we’ are. But you have made a good point, we need to make sure that targets we get via this avenue are extra thoroughly vetted. I don’t want us being used to fight battles that aren’t ours.”

I looked over at Allen, “You wanted to know what we do here? Well, follow us to mission central and you’ll see it... right from step one.”

Welcome to the dark side of the moon, kid.