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|Introduction: Not my story|
New Losses, New Threats
For the next several months, Ron was focused on finding a way to protect his family. He knew time was not on his side. Sooner or later, the men that he saw more and more frequently would attack his home. If they do, they die. Ron didn't even bother tutoring in his Sophomore year, so intent on preparing for the upcoming fight was he.
However, as time wore on, it became less evident that there was a danger. Ron knew that they might be waiting for him to drop his guard. But I can't stay alert like this forever, can I? So, about the middle of Spring, Ron decided to pick back up on some of his business ventures.
"Bill?" Ron had called him at home this time.
"Ron? Is that you?"
"Yeah. Sorry we haven't spoken in a while. I'm just calling to let you know I'll be accepting business again."
"Great! How soon do you want to start? I've got a list here waiting."
"Oh, send one over to me tomorrow night. That'll give me time to get ready."
"No problem. Great to hear from you, guy. I was starting to worry."
"Thanks, Bill. We'll have to get together for lunch sometime. See ya." And Ron hung up. It has been a while. Ever since Diane left, I really have focused heavily on training myself and the family. Karen is good; I'd guess she's at a psion-5 or -6 already. Michelle is good at defense, and pretty good with other stuff, I'd bet she's a psion-7 by now. Kumiko is finally getting the hang of her necklace. I hadn't realized how draining that would be. I hope we won't need it, but it's good to remember it's there.
The rest of the family had similarly adapted to the situation. Nathan was growing up to be a very healthy young boy, already a year old, and smart as a whip. Dawn doted over him more or less constantly while she was home, and Megan looked after him during the day, while the others were at school. Sometimes Ron wondered why he made the others continue in school, but then decided he didn't want stupid slaves. Nikki and Tammy were damn near inseparable, and Ron thought that a good thing, since it meant they always had each other for protection. Jessica and Megan took everything in stride, doing as their master wished. Kumiko was... well, Kumiko. Nothing seemed to affect her, though Ron knew differently. He had chosen well the leader of his family. Kumiko was thoughtful and considerate. Never jumping to a conclusion, and always willing to listen, she handled most of the disputes in the family now, so that Ron didn't have to bother with them. Life had settled into a comfortable rut, with the slight edge that Ron kept on it with his paranoia. But even paranoids have enemies.
Ron's newest subject arrived at 7:00, as was the usual time for this sort of appointment. Ron had dropped the subterfuge, and now all his customers simply told their wives they were going to see a counselor. Women seemed more ready to accept the idea of a counselor than Ron himself would have been. It was Bill's idea, and a good one.
This lady was attractive, but not overly so. Standing 5'4" tall, with curly dark blonde hair and green eyes, she had a nice, if not abundant, chest, and slender legs. She was trim and fit, but obviously not an athlete. She was sort of the "average healthy American woman" idea. It made her look pretty good.
"Please, Mrs. Rector, come on in. The doc will be with you shortly." Ron's addition to the cover was that he was simply an office assistant, since he was far too young to be the doctor. He escorted the woman to the room he used as an 'office', and asked her to sit down. He made to busy himself at the desk arranging a folder, presumably hers, but was really beginning his job.
This one, though, was a problem. She was a psionic. Or, more correctly, a latent psionic. This late in life, I doubt she'll ever find it. But, it was a problem. He couldn't seem to make the modifications he wanted to in her. The manual said messing with latents was okay, so long as you didn't prematurely awaken their ability. Nothing premature about this one. Ron dug deeper into her mind.
After about five minutes, she started to fidget. She wasn't blanked out like most people. I've got to find a way to get her completely under. Then he realized that it was her Ability Sphere that was interfering with the process. Isn't there some way I can get rid of that thing? I don't know how to remove it.... I wonder if I can block it?
Ron made a couple of abortive attempts, envisioning blankets, or bags. Finally, he created a hollow black sphere that he clamped around her Ability Sphere. This effectively blocked out her Sphere from the rest of her brain. She gave a jolt, and, on further inspection, Ron could tell she was now 'under'. Now Ron could set about his business. Five minutes later, the mental part of the procedure was complete.
It took the woman a few extra minutes to recover. Ron wondered if she would notice her missing Ability Sphere. She had never made use of it, but it was a part of her, and it was now, well, not missing, but certainly clouded.
"Okay, Mrs. Rector, just relax. We're almost through here. Now, I want you to stand up and remove all your clothes."
Mrs. Rector stood and reached up to her blouse. She unbuttoned it without a word, staring right at Ron the whole time. As she reached the last button, she licked her lips. She's already hot! What did I do.... Oh! hmm... that could be a problem. The lady had reached behind her, and removed her bra. Her breasts jiggled slightly as they were freed from their confines.
Mrs. Rector, whose first name was Carol, then moved her hands from her breasts slowly down her sides until she reached her waist. She undid the fasteners on her skirt, and let it drop to the floor. She bent down to remove her heels, and Ron watched as her tits swung free with the movement. Carol was wearing panties over pantyhose, but not for long. She quickly pulled her panties down and off. For the pantyhose, she turned her back to Ron. She rolled them down past her waist, then slowly worked them down to her knees, bending over and giving Ron a pretty nice view.
Next, she sat back down in the chair to finish removing them. She rolled them down each leg, slowly, seductively, enticing Ron to her. Not yet, Carol. Not yet. Finally, she pulled the hose the final way off. She stood back up, and turned around fully to show her body to Ron.
"Okay, very nice Carol. Now, come on over here, and start removing my clothes." Carol was happy to oblige. She sauntered over to Ron, and first gave him a very nice kiss, which he returned. She was rubbing his chest, and then started slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. He was wearing his good clothes, to appear more like the assistant he was supposed to be. She worked her way down, kissing flesh as it appeared. When she'd gotten it fully unbuttoned, she kissed her way back up, and plunged her tongue into his mouth as she pulled his shirt off of his arms. She continued the kiss as she undid his belt and his pants.
They broke the kiss as she knelt to pull his pants down. She removed his shoes, socks, and his pants then. All that was left were his briefs, and these were soon removed as well. The woman needed no further instruction, as she sucked his entire length into her mouth. Oh, shit! Damn that feels good!
Carol went to town on his shaft, sucking and slurping away as she used her tongue to massage his cock as it moved in and out. Ron played with her breasts as she brought him closer and closer to coming. Soon, he let out a grunt, and a load of sperm splashed down her throat. She continued sucking until she had every last drop of his come. Then she sucked him some more, until he was fully hard again. It didn't take long, she'd gotten him horny enough.
Ron pulled her up, and laid her onto the desk. He placed her legs on his shoulders, and his dick at her entrance. He thrust into her, full length on the first stroke. She was already more than moist enough to take it, and let out only a moan of pleasure. Ron kept up a frantic pace, thrusting into her as fast as he could. It wasn't but a minute or so before she had her first orgasm, thrashing her head from side to side and growling like an animal. Ron kept up his plunging, trying to go even faster. Carol had orgasm after orgasm, building in intensity. Soon, Ron wasn't sure if he could keep her on the desk.
During one of her relative lulls, he grabbed her up into his arms, and brought her down to the floor. Not quite as comfortable as the desk, Carol didn't even notice. She began uttering little encouragements to Ron. "Fuck me! Make me cum! Come on, stud, screw your whore!"
Ron was happy to do as she asked. He renewed his thrusting, now with a different angle into her pussy. It wasn't long before she was orgasming yet again. One after another, it seemed she would never stop.
Ron started to feel his own climax building, and so figured it was time to make her have "The Big One", if he could figure out how with this lady. He pummeled into her as fast as he could, then reached down with one hand and twisted her nipple. She groaned in ecstasy, but she wasn't there yet. He moved that hand down and started frigging her clit back and forth. That got her going, she was trembling all over, and bucking back onto his cock with all her strength. All of a sudden, her body froze, back arched, and she let out a long, "Oh, YES!".
Her pussy was clamped down on his prick hard enough to squeeze the life out of it, but it was definitely pleasant enough to send him over the edge. He pushed in as far as he could go and held it, grunting out his own orgasm.
Later, while Carol was getting dressed, Ron called Mr. Rector.
"Mr. Rector? Ron Chaffey. Your wife's treatment is complete, but there was a complication. No, sir, your wife is... fine, I think I'll have to explain when you get here. Yes sir. Thank you."
Mr. Rector arrived twenty minutes later. It was all Ron could do to keep Carol's hands off himself.
"So, what's the problem, Ron?" Mr. Rector wanted to know.
"Well, sir..." Carol had attached herself to her husband, and was openly rubbing his crotch. Mr. Rector looked at her in some surprise, then at Ron for an explanation.
"This is the problem, sir. Normally this doesn't happen. Your wife is a special case, and some unusual measures were necessary. I can change her back..."
"You do, and I'll ruin your reputation in this town!" Mr. Rector said with a laugh. "I don't see a problem, Ron!"
"Well, sir, she's probably going to be like this all of the time."
"So? Can you make it so that she won't whine and bitch when I don't want to?"
"Already done, sir. That's part of the normal treatment."
"Then, I don't see a problem, so long as I can make her go away when I need to do business."
"Also part of the normal treatment. Well, if you're happy with things as they are, Mr. Rector, then I don't guess we have a problem. But, if at any time in the future, you wish me to make some modifications to make her... more.... controlled, just let Bill know, and there won't be any additional charge."
"That's right nice of you Ron. I'll keep that in mind. This kind of makes me wish I had TWO wives!" Mr. Rector shook his hand, and left, taking Carol with him, thank God. Two wives? Hmmm. Let's think about that plan for a little bit more...
As spring progressed into summer, Ron sensed a feeling of unease building around the family, but he couldn't seem to put a finger on the problem. He tried to ignore it, and devote himself to his studies.
Near the end of the school year, Ron attended his own Sophomore Hop, and, as surprised no one, ran the sound system. He had learned many things since that first time, and now he could anticipate problems before they even started to arise. He wasn't much of a dancer, and he'd come alone anyway, so he just hung around the periphery of the dance floor.
A slow dance came up, but Ron was looking out the door at the forming thunderclouds. They were building up to a mighty storm. Ron couldn't help feeling the same thing was happening all around him. Then he felt a hand on his arm. He turned to see Michelle.
"Hi, Michelle. You look great!"
"Hey, Ron. You haven't moved from this spot for the last half hour."
"You're supposed to be paying attention to your date, not timing my movements." Ron chided.
"I don't have a date. So, you want to dance?"
Now, dancing was really the last thing Ron wanted to do, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings. "Okay, but I'm not really any good. I've got three left feet."
"That's okay, it's a slow dance. You don't have to do much more than sway back and forth." She took his hand and led him out to the middle of the floor. She turned to face him, and laid her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck. He placed his arms around her, and they started to dance, more of a meandering, cumbersome walk than anything. It was more enjoyable than Ron would have guessed, just being close to someone, holding them and moving in time to the music.
"Why didn't you come with a boyfriend?" Ron asked her.
"Nobody interested me. Not that way, anyhow. You know, Ron, you're the closest thing I've ever had to a boyfriend."
That made Ron blush. "Michelle, we've never even been out on a proper date, let alone done any of that other boy-girl stuff." Not that it might not be nice, mind you...
"Well, we could fix that, couldn't we?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not much for dances, either. I came because my Mom expected me to. Why don't we ditch this place, and you take me on a walk by the lake?"
"Alright." It sounded fine to Ron. He cordially despised social functions of most kinds, and had come only because he had to run the sound for them.
The two teenagers exited the building and walked into the woods behind the school. It was only a short distance to the lake, for which the school had been named. No one else was around. I guess it's too early for that yet. The lake was a favored spot for making out after dances and such, but the kids would normally wait until the dance was almost over. Just now, it was very peaceful here. Out of some kind of instinct, Ron took Michelle's hand.
They walked for a long time, talking about a lot of things, but avoiding the really personal questions they both wanted to ask. Finally, they walked on in silence. Ultimately, Michelle couldn't stand the silence.
"Ron, what do you feel toward me?" This was the kind of question they had been studiously avoiding all evening.
"I don't know, Michelle. I'm really rather confused about the whole thing. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I mean, you have all those women at your house. And you once told me that you loved Kumiko. How can you love them all?"
"That's not hard. I love them all differently. Of course, for some, it isn't love. I don't love Jessica, for instance, or Megan. I care for them a lot, but I don't love them. Of course, Mom, and my sisters, that's different."
"But what about Kumiko?"
"Well, I used to think I loved her, and she used to think the same about me, but... I don't know. I guess it was just a passing infatuation or something. I mean, I still love her, I guess, but not the same way as I thought. Now, she's really just the headmistress of the house. That keeps her real busy, and I trust her to do it right, but we don't really talk much anymore. I've said more to you tonight than I've said to Kumiko all week." Ron didn't understand why Michelle squeezed his hand tighter just then.
"Karen is just a student. She and I have never gotten together at all. She doesn't even seem to be interested in sex, even with as much of it as goes on at my house."
"What about Mrs. Hayes and Miss Ford?"
"Well, they're.... different. Again, I don't think I love either of them. I turn to them when I need advice, or some sort of help. They're wonderful, both of them, but I could do without them if I had to. Not that I want to, but...." He trailed off, and turned to Michelle. "Why the third degree, Michelle?"
She stared off into space for a moment. What is she thinking? Damn, I wish I could scan her. Protocol wouldn't allow him to do that without asking. In time, she turned to face him. "Ron, in another four weeks, I'll be leaving for CAMP, just like you did two years ago. When I come back, I'll have slaves of my own, so you've said. That's fine, for the sex and all, but what about the emotional part?"
"I don't understand."
"My family doesn't know anything about my Ability. They wouldn't get it, and I'm not skilled enough to make them act like your family does. You have a beautiful life. You're satisfied in all areas, physical and emotional. I guess I'm just jealous." She turned her head away before her voice broke. Ron could see the tears glinting in the moonlight. He pulled her to him, and wrapped his arms around her.
"What are you trying to ask me, Mickey?" He'd never called her that before, as much as he'd wanted to, because he'd thought it made her sound too much like a little girl (or a mouse). Now it just rolled naturally off his tongue. She hugged him back when she heard it.
"I need you, Ron. You're the only one I've been able to come to for help, for advice. Not just about this thing inside my head. You've always been willing to listen to me ramble on about my problems at school, at home, or whatever."
"But I've never been very helpful at finding solutions..."
"You didn't have to be. You helped just by listening. Promise me that I can always come to you?" She was weeping openly now.
"Of course, you can, Mickey. I'll always be here for you." She looked into his eyes, and saw the truth there. He brought his mouth onto hers, and they kissed.
"Hello, may I ask who you are?" Kumiko was answered with a rough shove backwards.
"Where is Nathan Chaffey?" The man demanded.
"Who?" In her confusion, the name did not register with Kumiko.
"Nathan Conrad Chaffey, you stupid bitch!"
"What do you want with my son?" Dawn demanded from across the room. She felt herself flying against the wall, pushing over lamps and furniture as she flew. Each jolt bruised her, hurt her, but the man didn't care. She impacted the wall, breaking her arm in the process. She slumped to the floor, unconscious.
Kumiko, having recovered from the initial invasion, fell back on the procedure her Master had taught her. First job, contact him. She hoped it would work. That was all she needed to say. Kumiko never left the house unless in the company of her Master, so he knew where she was.
Next job was to look after the child. Nathan's life was more important than her own. She summoned what abilities she could from the necklace, and formed a barrier around herself. Then she ran for the stairs.
The man saw her running, and sent an extension after her, but it floated around her as if she weren't there. What the hell? She's not a psionic! Bozhe moy! The second man joined him from out front. They spoke in Russian.
"The man is not here yet."
"He will come. He must be aware the family is in danger. We must kill the child before he arrives."
They made their way up the stairs, where the entire family was now huddled. They were in a layered defense, as Ron had taught them. Unfortunately, this put the weakest of them, his younger sister and Tammy, first on the list. They had both had a good deal of self-defense training in the last year, but Karate is no match for a psion-13 Talent with a mission. When they reached the top of the stairs, Tammy managed to knock one down with a roundhouse kick to the stomach, but Nikki missed with hers.
The man still standing grabbed Nicole and threw her against the wall. He used his extension to throw Tammy down the stairs. She was knocked unconscious by the impact. Blood flowed from abrasions on her face and arms. Nikki was still conscious, and she tried another attack, but this, too, was warded off with 'kinesis. She was sent flying through a closed door, and she lay motionless on the floor of her bedroom.
Jessica and Megan were the next line of defense, but they would fare no better than their predecessors. Megan wielded a large knife, but got nowhere near her target. Not being able to control the subject, one of the men controlled the knife, and attempted to plunge it into her stomach. She had enough strength to fight it off, but not before it slashed her rather badly across the abdomen. Bleeding heavily, she fainted from lack of blood.
Jessica wasn't that lucky. She was carrying a baseball bat, and managed to connect, but the man had up a kinetic shield, and it bounced off him with little effect. He swung his arm and backhanded her, breaking through another door with her body. The baseball bat had stung enough to make him angry. His extension picked her up, and flung her through the outside window, shattering glass and splintering wood along the way. She was in critical condition long before she hit the ground, some 15 feet below.
Sandra, Nancy, and Linda knew that their stance was useless. There was nothing they could do to stop these men. They were only buying time, hoping that Ron would arrive soon. Similar to their friends, the ladies fell to the power of these two men. Soon they were standing outside the door to little Nathan's room. Inside stood his last line of defense: Kumiko, with her necklace, and Karen. The K-team, they had taken to calling themselves. They feared they were not strong enough to win the day.
The door splintered before the men. Karen and Kumiko prepared to do battle, and Nathan started crying. The bigger man forced a wall of pure energy at them. Kumiko and Karen were able to protect Nathan, but not the wall behind them. It fragmented into billions of tiny pieces, raining down into the yard. In the distance, thunder rolled.
Ron was sitting against a tree, Michelle in his arms. They had made love here, quietly, sweetly. In a way he had known, and forgotten, the tenderness of that emotion, love, added unfathomable depth to the act. They were watching the storm roll in when it hit Ron. It nearly knocked him over, so strong was the message. Michelle, startled, sat up and then leaned over him.
"Ron? Are you alright? Ron!" His face had grown pale, she couldn't tell with fright or anger, and she was almost afraid to know which. "What's wrong?!"
Ron spoke quietly. "I have to go now. The family needs me."
"I'll go with you." She offered.
"That will put you in greater danger than you need to be in now, Mickey."
"Let me worry about that, okay? If they're gonna come after me sooner or later, well, at least this way I get to pick the day."
"Okay, thank you. Get dressed, we'll have to fly there."
Michelle got dressed, and they lifted off. Michelle couldn't make herself invisible, but Ron grabbed her hand, and then they were both invisible. Flying in formation was difficult, but they managed. They arrived from behind the house, to see a missing wall, and at least one person lying on the ground.
"Oh, my God..." Michelle had no words for the moment, but Ron did.
"Bastards. They're going to pay for this."
Karen and Kumiko had fended off the first couple of attacks, but both their strengths were failing, and they just weren't up to facing two psionics of this level. Kumiko feared that she would draw down too much on Ron's power, and so she was not as much help as she could have been. Karen was good, but she just wasn't up to the exercise. Slowly, inexorably, they were pushed toward the edge. With one mighty shove, they were over, and falling. One of the men swooped, and grabbed, and had the child.
Just then, lightning flashed, and thunder rolled, but... did it? It seemed awfully close. They were standing on the grass, looking at the three people lying there on the ground.
"Kill the baby, now, Comrade!"
"Let that child go now, or I will pulverize your skull!" The voice was the sound of thunder, but it emanated from... everywhere.
"Who speaks? What is this!"
The one not holding the child flew back, and smashed into the outside wall of the house. The facade, even in back, was brick, and very painful to get smashed into. The man staggered forward, in obvious pain. The other man released the child, who started wailing and running in no particular direction.
In front of the child appeared two people. He was scared at first, until he realized they were his Uncle Ron, and Miss Michelle. Michelle bent down, and Nathan ran to her. The man, remembering his mission, sent waves of energy at her, but Michelle was fresh, and better than Karen, and royally pissed off. She flicked his energy off like rain drops. "Go to hell, you bastard!"
Ron, not having moved from where he had appeared, walked over to where the K-team was lying. Both looked up at him, wounded, but okay, or so they said with their eyes. He next walked over to Jessica, who wasn't moving. He bent down to look, and saw a large piece of glass run through her neck. NO! Ron screamed internally, but that wasn't good enough. What came out his mouth was the kind of blood-curdling howl that horror film directors only dream about. The utter hatred and anger that bubbled out of Ron became a physical entity, rising up from his body, it took the form of a dragon, some fifteen feet tall. Ethereal, with no real substance, it could not be harmed. However, it could do fearsome damage to its enemies.
"How dare you harm my family, you cocksucking bastards!"
"Yob tvoyu m'aht!" Screamed one of the Russians.
"Fuck your own mother, asshole!" replied Ron, and the dragon advanced on the two men. Pure, hostile energy cannot be stopped, nor can you defend against it. The first man, the man who had already been slammed against the wall, felt Ron's wrath first. The dragon grabbed him up, and pulled him inside. The very furnaces of hell could not have been worse except for their longevity, for this man's life was not long for this world. After seconds his body burst into flames, and was consumed in a matter of moments, until not even ash remained.
The remaining man, seeing this, was terrified. Ron advanced on him. "You are the one who did this!" He indicated the dead form of Jessica on the ground. The fear in the man's eyes was his answer. "Now you play the game with the big boys, asswipe!" With that, a terrible snapping was heard.
That sound was immediately followed by the Russian's shriek of utter pain and holy terror, as Ron began to break every bone in the man's body, starting with his feet and hands, and working toward the center. The man's cries continued and grew in intensity as Ron cracked each vertebrae, without severing the spinal cord, since that would allow for an easement of the man's suffering. "I know you can hear me!" Ron shouted, speaking not to the man, but to whomever sent him. "Your men have failed! I will win this battle! If you can't play with the big boys, get off the goddamned field!" And, with that pronouncement, the man's skull shattered, fragmenting into pieces small enough that a microscope would be needed to see them. Lifeless, what remained of his body slumped to the ground. The dragon, as terrifying as it had been, dissipated instantly. The trouble gone, now was not the time for rage, but the time for concern. His family needed him now.
It was several weeks later, and school was out. The eerie feeling still surrounded his family. He couldn't place it, just couldn't figure it out. Then, one day, the question answered itself.
Kumiko knocked on his office door. "Master? Are you busy?"
"Not really, Kumiko. What is it?"
She came fully into the room, followed by Dawn. Dawn was a little the worse for wear. She still had her arm in a cast, and some of the bruises were still visible, though they were fading. She sat down in the chair, lifeless and limp. She hadn't been the same since that night. Nobody had, and it pissed Ron off that he couldn't fix this.
"What's up, guys?"
There was no easy way to say what needed saying, and so, Dawn couldn't bring herself to say anything at all. Kumiko stood beside her, trying to give her encouragement and strength. Finally, she muttered something, but Ron couldn't make it out.
"What? I can't hear you. Dawn, what the hell is the matter?" Ron was still a bit testy, as he had yet to come to terms with his losses in the battle. Jessica was a devastating blow, but she was not the only casualty. Nancy was still in the hospital, not yet recovered from the damage done. Megan had almost died from lack of blood, had she not gotten to a hospital when she did, she would have died most surely. Not a single family member except him had escaped unscathed from this battle, and he was still angry that he had, again, failed to protect them.
Dawn shook her head, and apparently came to a decision. She straightened her shoulders and said, "Ron, I want to leave."
"Huh? You came in here-"
"Not the room. I want to leave this house. I want to leave the family. It's time for me to move out on my own. I can't live like this, not knowing what's going to happen to Nathan from day to day. The people who are after you are dangerous, Ron. They almost killed my son! I don't want to raise him in this atmosphere."
Ron sat in stunned silence. He'd already lost one family member, with one more still in the hospital, and here were two more trying to run away from him.
"No." That was all he could utter. Dawn stiffened, but Kumiko, wise young woman that she was, had been expecting this.
"Master, may I speak?" Ron nodded, and she did, for almost a half hour, which was the longest she had ever spoken in one setting. In the end, it was her love of the family that won out.
"Very well, I know you're right Kumiko, but that doesn't make it any easier. Dawn, you may leave, and you can take Nathan with you but..." Dawn stiffened again, not knowing what was coming. "You may not tell him about his uncle until he is at least fourteen. If you choose to leave now, there will be no personal contact between you and the rest of the family, ever." He hoped this would dissuade her, because he really didn't want her to go.
She sat for perhaps a minute, maybe more, and then nodded her head. "Very well, Ron. If that's how you want it. I'm sorry, I just can't live here anymore."
"I will find you an apartment, and I will pay the bills for a year. After that, you're on your own. You're a high-school graduate, and you could probably go to college if you so chose. If you do, I will pay for it. Otherwise, I'd advise you to get a job. Good-bye, Dawn. Never forget that your brother loves you." He came around and gave her a kiss, and a hug. He whispered some instructions to Kumiko, and then he left.
He found Michelle out in the woods behind his house. He had been looking for her for about twenty minutes.
"Here you are." Ron slumped down beside her.
"Looking for me?" She asked. She wasn't feeling wonderful about herself, either. Lot of good I did for my friend. Ron had never blamed her, but that only made it worse.
"Dawn's leaving." That brought her around a bit.
"What? Where's she going?"
"I don't know. She says she can't stay here anymore. She's taking Nathan with her."
"Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry." And she was. She reached out to him, and he hugged her tightly. Then her own tears started, for her own ills and fears, and in sympathy for a friend who was hurting. They wept together for some time, until, as if their tears were washing away the hurt, there just wasn't any emotion left. But nature abhors a vacuum, and such a void must be filled with something.
Ron looked into Michelle's eyes, and then kissed her warmly. She responded, and then he laid her back onto the ground. The ground here was covered with pine needles, and so made a fairly soft thicket. Ron continued his kisses, while he moved his hand to caress her breasts. Tenderly he massaged them, kneading first one and then the other, back and forth for a long time. Michelle was massaging his back, rubbing her hands up and down. Then they each started pulling at the other's shirt. Soon, they were both bare-chested. Still kissing, but with more passion, they were working at each other's jeans. In their heat, they managed to get them off without tearing them apart. Ron sat up, and pulled her to him. She was sitting in his lap, his cock nestled between them. She ground her pubes in tight circles to arouse him further.
Sensing his readiness, and her own, she lifted herself up, and he positioned his cock at her entrance. Slowly she lowered herself down onto his shaft. It was a wonderful feeling, being filled by his hard, throbbing manhood, the cock of a man she could trust. It is a unique feeling, the one of complete and utter trust in another human being, and rare. She trusted Ron, and so the feeling was intensified. She rode his cock for all she was worth. As her legs tired, they switched positions, so he was on top. He pushed into her at a feverish pace. They were both in heaven. The emotions they had both tied up inside were releasing themselves. They had poured out their hearts to each other, and now they were giving of their bodies. Their forms melded together as if they became one organic unit, undulating back and forth.
Soon, they both started to reach their peak. Their bodies were so in tune with each other that their breathing and heart rate had synced. Ron pushed, and Michelle thrust, Ron moaned, and Michelle mewled. Ron grunted, and Michelle shrieked. Faster, higher they went, until finally, in utter pleasure, they both came, grunting and moaning and panting and sweating and spasming, until they were both completely exhausted. There they lay, in each other's arms, and slept.
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