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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XXI: Fall 89 - Summer 90
Part 1 - Searching For the Pigments of Your Self Portrait
(mff)

I awoke in my bed alone, the old ache in my heart making its presence felt as I
got up and got dressed without a purpose to my life.

After having spent a week in Atlanta with Eric and his family, I came home just
in time to help Suzi move into her apartment in Kenton county and to see Joey's
new house.  I spent another week with them, having promised them a chance to
show me how much fun it would be if I went to Central state with them.  

And a lot of fun I was.  I had the separation sickness that Kain had warned us
about after I had been bonded to Eric.  I tried my best to keep it from
interfering with the things Joey and Suzi had wanted to do while I was there,
but in the end I just wasn't capable of having fun.

But just being with them...  I would have been a thousand times more miserable
if I had stayed home that week.  Joey and Suzi provided the distractions and
support I needed to keep my emotions from switching off in what I believed to
be some sort of self-protection mechanism I had no control over.

I know I've kind of skimmed over the details of the bond between Eric and I.
It's just... how do you describe the feelings which go with having a twin
brother who knew how you felt, liked what you liked, thought like you
thought...  Even Joey and I never got so close that we could predict what the
other was going to say.  Well, sometimes I guess we could, but not like Eric
could with me those few precious weeks.

The bonding between Eric and I was on the emotional level, and this produced an
incredibly powerful need in me to be with him.  That first week following
Gladius's death I couldn't bear to leave him even though I knew that he was
using his newly super sensitized empathic senses to absorb my personality into
his own.  And in a week's time, Eric was my twin.  Or at least his personality
was the twin to mine as much as it could be.

Despite what you might think, there was absolutely no sexual activity between
Eric and I.  I mean, I'm not sexually attracted to myself, and sure,
masturbation isn't beyond me, but neither of us were interested in getting off
with everything else that was going on.

After the first week where the initial effects of the bonding drug had
subsided, Eric and I began exploring his memories in the hope of restoring his
own personality that way.  But it wasn't until we were back in Atlanta that I
realized that he could never begin the transition back to his own separate
persona while I was around him.  So once he was comfortable being back with his
family, we said our goodbyes both knowing we wouldn't be seeing or hearing each
other for a while.

So I was feeling pretty lonely as I rode the elevator down to get some
breakfast.  I wanted to talk to Eric so badly about Her.  Eric was the only
person who understood what I felt for Jennifer, so he was the only one I could
really open up to about anything concerning her.  

And the only two people who were capable of making me forget about Eric for a
while were Joey and Suzi.  This resulted in I having second doubts about my
decision not to join Joey and Suzi at college, but if I did that I might miss
my only chance of Her attempting to contact me.  I felt trapped in a paradox of
loneliness with no way out.

I went to the mall after breakfast, hoping to find something to inspire me,
motivate me, anything but the struggle not to think about Her.  I wouldn't
allow myself to think her name or imagine her face, not that it didn't pop up
once in a while despite my best efforts to prevent it.

The mall is such a depressing place.  Tired mothers with crying or screaming
children, gangs of roving teens bored out of their minds as the first day of
school approached, casting its restricting shadow over their free summer fun.
Boyfriends and girlfriends walking hand in hand in the glow of first love.  Old
couples who had been together for so long that their arguments were so well
rehearsed they were to the point of being a ritual.  Like I said.  Depressing.

Every once in a while an uncommitted girl would walk by, either with her mother
or in a group of other girls and guys her age, and I would perk up for a few
moments as I felt out their minds and emotions with my senses.  I was always
disappointed when they fell short of Her purity of heart, Her innocence, Her
inner beauty and life.  Nevertheless, I spent the whole day there, and returned
the very next day with the hope of finding another Her.

By the following week, I had started visiting other malls, but with school
starting up everywhere, I soon gave up looking at the malls, and considered
checking out the high school cafeterias at lunch time.  But instead I decided I
should start looking at the older girls, (after all, I was eighteen and legally
a consenting adult) and started hitting the two community college campuses
nearby.

Okay, okay, I admit I was getting pretty bored of all the looking and no
touching.  A few times I indulged myself in having them strip themselves down
in the bathroom while I watched, but I never touched them or altered them
beyond giving them the urge to do the little strip show for me.

By the beginning of September, I had given up on finding another Jennifer, but
I did discover someone who was even more innocent and perhaps more loving that
she was.

Richie was only fifteen months old, but he knew at least a hundred and thirty
words, was walking like an eighteen-month-old, and we were in the process of
potty training him.  My mom told me I had been potty trained at sixteen months,
and we all were attempting to beat that family record without actually having
said so out loud. 

One weekend in mid September, my mom and dad took a trip to Washington D.C. and
left Richie in my care.  I admit that by Sunday night when they stopped by to
pick the brat up, I was glad to get rid of him.  But by Tuesday I was missing
him something awful, and it broke my heart when my mom called and told me he
was crying for me to come and play.

My mom and I had slept together for years when I was little, and of course we
had slept nude together in more recent years without any problem.  Now that
Richie was old enough to get around on his own, he had been sleeping with my
parents for about a month, and he was the only one who wore anything to bed,
for we couldn't trust him to stay dry overnight just yet.

What I'm leading up to is, that Thursday night, Richie was being a brat again
and wasn't going to go to bed unless we all went with him.  Never before in my
life had I shared a bed with my father, and yet I don't know why we were so
apprehensive about it.  Once Richie was curled up between my mom and dad like
he was every night, he whined and whimpered until I did the same.  Only then
was he    happy enough that he relaxed, and was out like a light when he
finally closed his eyes.  

I admit I found it kind of nice lying there with my head against my mother's
chest as the three of us watched him sleeping for a few minutes.  We were a
family sharing one of those special moments you never forget.  After that, I
wasn't the bit hesitant to sleep with my parents, or at least sleep with them
while Richie was there too.

I became as close to Richie as my parents were, and after two weeks of running
home to the south mansion for a change of clothes or something else, I emptied
the refrigerators, packed my things, and moved into the north mansion to be
with my family.

For a while, I was somewhat content with my life, having found someone to spend
time with and teach, have fun with and take places.  But by the middle of
October my contentedness decayed into dullness, and even though I still loved
the time with my family, I was starting to strongly yearn for something more.

I started having trouble sleeping through the night, my tossing and turning
disturbed the others, and once I even accidentally rolled on top of Richie and
made him cry.  So I started sleeping in my own bed at night, and on the third
night of being alone in my own bed, I rediscovered the nightly jerk off and
slept soundly for the first time in a week.

At first I felt guilty about jerking off like that every night, but since I
simply couldn't fall asleep easily any other way, I convinced myself it was a
necessary evil and didn't think much about it after a couple days.

Then Richie caught me doing it one night.  He had sneaked out of bed after my
parents had fallen asleep to come sleep with me, and I didn't notice he was
there until after shooting off and catching his eyes as I tasted the load on my
belly (for diagnostic purposes only.  No really!)

I held my breath until he smiled coyly and toddled up to the side of my bed and
waited to be lifted up.  I quickly wiped what was left of my spunk off while
attempting to analyze what was happening in his seventeen-month-old mind.
After lifting him up and helping him get comfortable under the sheets with me,
I sighed with relief when I concluded what he had seen hadn't concerned him in
the least, and with that I fell asleep with my little brother curled up against
me like the baby he really was.

Did I say baby?  I should have said little rat, for the next morning he blurted
out what he had saw at the breakfast table, then all day kept taking his pants
off to demonstrate that he was just like his big brother.  Oh man, was that
ever embarrassing.  My dad even took me aside and tried to talk me into
providing some of his slaves with their weekly fucking.

By that evening though, Richie had gotten tired of doing his hand hump, and I
thought the subject was going to be forgotten.

Oh, was I ever wrong.  After politely turning down I don't know how many offers
by the staff for sex, then witnessing Richie's temper tantrum about having to
sleep with my mom and dad which they firmly insisted on, I was met in my room
by the twins who were not going to take no for an answer.

That was the first time since bringing them home from Gladius's keep that they
had shown any self determination whatsoever with me.  We argued for hours
before they tried triggering Timmy the Toy-boy, and that's when I blew up at
them, physically forced them out of my room and locked my door.

Well, at least by the time I calmed down, I didn't need to jerk off to fall
asleep from the anxiety and stress of the day catching up with me.  But early
that next morning I woke up with a guilty conscience, and then felt even worse
when I discovered the twins had slept right outside my door.

I ended up unlocking my door and carrying them in one by one, then when they
didn't push the suck thing after I climbed in bed, I gave them both a kiss as a
sign that I forgave them, and went back to sleep in between their very soft and
curvy bods.

I have to admit I was very tempted to give into my lust when I woke up later
than morning surrounded by those two gorgeous sex pots.  And they naturally did
all they could to help my temptation, but after they finished their licks and
kisses of my chest, I managed to wiggle out and run for the bathroom to take a
very cold shower for a while.

I love those two like sisters, you know.  While I was showering without any hot
water on (in the middle of October that can be kind of cold), I realized I
could help them become more independent like before just by spending more time
with them.

So after I got out and got dressed, I hunted them down and suggested they help
me with Richie that day.

I figured what could be more fun than spending a day with your little brother
and your empathic sisters?  And it was fun for the first couple of hours, but
then Richie wanted to play with his finger paints, and I had a heck of a time
convincing the twins to come and join in.

Okay.  Picture this.  A spoiled seventeen-month-old boy with finger paints.  Do
I really need to go any further as to the state of his clothes and face after
the first half hour?  No?  Good.

Anyway, after Richie got some in his eye, I gave up on trying to suggest
something to the twins to paint and just left them there as I took the colorful
crybaby to the nearest bathtub, but told them if they hadn't painted something
by the time I got back, I wasn't going to take them shopping after dinner like
I had planned.

Richie can be so sweet after he gets upset.  He clung to me whimpering softly
as I started the water, then limply let me undress him before he smeared more
of the gunk on my face with a kiss and hug.

But I didn't care.  When he didn't let go right away, I gave him a big hug
back, then held him like the precious thing he was to me: My little brother.
He was my little brother.  I was probably glowing right then as I kept thinking
that to myself.

I ended up getting in the tub with him since I was nearly as messy as he was by
then, and after we had cleaned ourselves up, I refilled the tub, grabbed a few
toys and just played in the water with him a while. 

When he did his little hand hump thing teasingly in front of me, I couldn't
help but grin at him and then replicate his motion with my dick and hand.  It
was one of those bonding moments I guess: my little brother showing me how he
humps his hand.  Heh.  That might seem kind of funny or strange now, but it
became our little secret handshake in a sense, and one of us would always do it
and make the other laugh when we were alone and naked together.

That day was special for two reasons, the first being the hand hump thing with
Richie which we still do even today.

When we returned to the "painter's room" to see if the twins wanted to eat
lunch with us, they were gone, but left something behind which changed our
lives for a while.

I almost completely missed the two sheets of paper lying beside each other on
the table, but the wetness of the paints caught my eye and once I saw their
work I was totally amazed.

At first, the two pictures appeared to be mirror copies of the other.  An open
mouth licking the side of a surging cock, only one half of the cock showing
with the other being beyond the edge of the page.

It was obvious that the two pictures went together, but yet when I butted the
two against each other to join the left and right halves of the cock together,
the subtle differences in the scenes sprang out.

One picture portrayed a cock being licked and teased towards orgasm, while the
other was the immediate aftermath where the tongue was cleaning up the mess
they had made.  I feel I must remind you that they had painted this using
finger paints and their fingers, and it was totally amazing to me that they
could put so much detail in such a crude painting as it was.

I got very excited over the possibilities of what this could mean.  I managed
to pawn feeding Richie his lunch off onto my mom, then found the twins taking
turns sucking my dad while he talked on the phone with a business associate.  

Since I hadn't gone by my room to get some fresh clothes, there was nothing to
hide the instant boner I got seeing their butts sticking up between my dad's
legs, and even if I had they would have sensed it anyway.

Joy got up and came over to me while I stood there hesitating, and it was like
suddenly our sexual needs fell into sync for I just couldn't resist her lips as
they slipped down my cock and her throat swallowed my head.

I don't care how many times you've been sucked off by a twin, you're literally
helpless once your dick is in their mouth.  Joy worked me up until she knew I
was aroused beyond my possibly resisting her mouth, then confidently led me
over to the mattresses and had me lay down.

I had never witnessed the twins doing anything other than sucking my dad
before, but ever since he had come home from Venezuela, he was a different man
when it came to the twins.  My dad had retained part of the knowledge which
Gladius's grandfather had passed on to him in his late teens, and it gave him a
much clearer understanding of the twins, or at least that's how he put it to
me.  I suspected there was something more to it than that, but he still had
very strong paternal protective feelings for Joy and Honey and I have always
relied on that fact about him.

Anyway, as Joy slid up my body to mount my hard staff, Honey was doing the same
with my dad, and I can't remember exactly what he sighed at that instant, but
it was something like, "This is how it should have been with my dad."

Once the twins had worked us up, they willingly let us roll them onto their
backs and submitted to our aggressive humping of their cunts.  I knew I was
going to regret it later, but I couldn't stop myself from fucking Joy as best I
knew how, and managed to pull out and blow most of my load all over her before
aiming the last squirt at her rose to help lube it up.

My mom said I had never resembled my dad so much as while I was humping Joy's
ass with slow and steady pumps.  Oh God, did it ever feel good too.  The whole
time I was fucking her I wanted it never to end, and then when it did I wasn't
too upset since it was probably one of the best climatic orgasms I had had
since that first time with Lee.  Heh, and my mom said I sent shivers up and
down her body from the moan I made.

I was gently licking Joy's neck after having collapsed on top of her when Honey
teasingly ran her slickened finger up my crack.  I nearly jumped off Joy in
surprise, then saw my mom's face twisted in her first passionate moan when I
turned to see what was going on.

I later suspected that the four of them had planned this, but I was completely
entranced by the sight of my dad fucking my mom's ass while the twins did their
best at providing me with erotic physical stimulus without being able to use
their mouths on my cock after it having been in Joy's ass.

It was at the point where I was watching my mom's breasts rolling with my dad's
powerful thrusts that I snapped out of my motionless state and got up.  I led
the twins back into my bathroom, let them wash my cock and suck on it to their
hearts content in the new padded shower my dad had installed in the past month.

I didn't even know it when Joy left, but when she returned holding out the
bottle of drink, I suddenly came to my senses a moment and winced at my
mistakes.

But with Honey mouth wrapped around my semi-hard tool, that moment faded and
then all I said was, "Oh what the hell...  I know I'll regret it later, but...
Gimme that!" as I took the bottle and began drinking half of it down.

After watching them fight over my first drink enhanced cumming, my sex filled
mind got this evil idea of breaking Gladius's instilled resolution against girl
girl sex and commanded them both to share the rest of the contents of the
bottle with me.

Being the sex slaves they had been brought up to be, they couldn't refuse my
order.  I was pretty loaded with the stuff myself, so once they had finished
draining the bottle, I helped myself to Joy's snatch while Honey slipped hers
over my dick.

You have never truly had mindlessly lusty sex until your cum is flowing down
your cock and balls like a stream after filling the cunt still humping your
pleasure stick.  When Honey's love box was full, I obliged Joy's needy requests
for the same, then after getting them both so worked up without them cumming
themselves enough to satisfy their drink saturated brains, I gave them the
ultimatum of either sucking my cum out of each other's cunts or I leave them
and finish myself off with one of the staff.

They didn't like it when I said it, but no sooner had they gotten into position
did they go after their sister's innards with their tongues and sucking lips.
Shit, just hearing them and watching them wiggle got me so worked up I just
stuck my index finger in Honey's ass before replacing it with my cock and
fucking it full blast.

By the time the drink wore off, I was all fucked out and fighting to stay awake
long enough to shut off the water with my pruned up foot.  I don't know who
moved us out to my bed that evening, but I didn't wake up until Honey's mouth
attached itself to my morning hardon the next day.

I was sore all over, and apparently they were too, but not too sore for them to
fight over what would get my last cum for a week.

It was while I was lying half asleep in my post-cum high that it all hit me.  I
had really really screwed up my pledge to myself to refrain from having sex
until I was properly married.

I felt my body go ice cold from this realization, and the gasp of despair that
followed caused the twins to turn right around from leaving to wake my dad and
came back to my bed.

I hadn't cried about losing Jennifer since before graduation, so at first they
were clueless about what I was so sad about.  It took all morning to explain it
to them, for the concept of abstinence was like a disease they felt duty bound
to cure somehow.

But the emotions behind my wishes spoke louder than my words, and in an
emotional teary exchange of kisses, they swore they would never tempt me
towards having sex with them again without my express permission.

Sometimes I really wish those two could talk.  I mean, I usually didn't have
any problems understanding them, but I believe their voices would be very soft
and soothing if they could use them.  Just like the rest of their physical
traits.

I forgot all about the paintings they had made until Richie wanted to finger
paint the next week and it came back to me.  I spent an hour trying to find
their finger paintings to show my mom and dad before giving up and asking the
twins to paint another set.

I watched them paint that time.  I thought I had gotten used to their
synchronized movements a long time ago, but watching them paint what at first
appeared to be the same just mirrored scene just ticked me to death.  And while
they didn't reproduce the exact same scene as the one a week earlier, they
still had the subtle signs which only became apparent that it was a before and
after thing.

They started to catch some of my enthusiasm about it after the third set of
fellatio paintings, and after consulting with one of the guys who paints
professionally under my dad's uhm... payroll, the three of us started trying
our luck with a brush and oil paints.

At first I was only painting so the twins wouldn't lose interest in the idea,
but after about a week of practice, I started to seriously enjoy the process of
painting out a scene.

Okay, so I had an unfair advantage over the twins.  Once I had struggled with
trying to learn the art on my own and my visions of creating beauty and life in
my paintings ended up being smudgy blotches of.... paint, I gave in to the idea
of lifting some tips off the painters my dad had.

But once the twins got over my cheating in our unspoken competition, I was able
to pass on what I lifted to them by example before focusing myself on painting
my first serious scene of Tobias the owl launching off my arm to fly into the
sunrise.

One morning shortly after completing "Free at Last," I awoke from a dream where
I had been stroking Jennifer's face with my fingers as she smiled at me.  I
moped around all morning and part of the afternoon in a really down and out
mood, but then the twins came back from a little business trip with my dad and
immediately led me to the room where our paints were set up and started...
instructing me in their wordless way on how _they_ paint.

At first I resisted their efforts to teach me anything, but then suddenly what
they were trying to show me clicked in my head.  I started _feeling_ out the
emotion hidden beneath the canvas and revealing it to my eyes using the brush
and pigments of the paints.

I cried when I recognized the face of my love appearing from beneath my
brushstrokes.  Painting her features almost felt as good as touching the real
ones, and I spent days of nothing but eating, sleeping, and painting her bright
smiling face.... Oh. heh.  And a few potty breaks in between too.

Over the next month and a half, I painted eleven portraits of Jennifer, and
even though I put a lot of time into them, I still made myself spend some time
with Richie and the others every single day.  

Most of the paintings were based on special moments between us, three being
from the Valentine's dance.  My favorite one of those has me looking lovingly
at her face from the side while she smiles happily facing straight ahead but
her eyes looking towards me.

Two of the paintings were partial nudes of her, and I started a third at one
time with the intention of putting her into a seductive pose, but I ended up
painting clothes on her when it was starting to get a little too seductive,
especially with her lips forming a pleasure driven "O."

Suzi's parents went to Kenton County for Thanksgiving instead of Suzi and Jason
coming home for the holiday weekend.  Joey was really upset with me for not
tagging along, especially after not going to see him on his birthday in October
like he had wanted.  Yeah, I had wanted to go too, but I didn't.  Shit, every
weekend we spoke on the phone about everything and anything under the sun, but
after I hung up I always felt so lonely.  I knew it would a hundred times worse
if I went and saw them then had to go home without them.

So after I completed my seventh painting of Jennifer, I painted one of the
three of us.  Myself standing behind Suzi and leaning to the left to look at
her, she's looking up at Joey who's above and behind us both, and he's looking
straight ahead, giving the viewer one of his most enchanting smiles.  We were
dressed in all white fancy dress clothes, and oh yeah... I was leaning on a
white cane, Joey was wearing a white dress hat tilted slightly that seemed to
add to his smile, and Suzi...  Well, besides the white silky dress that
accented her womanly curves, the shining diamond earrings and matching
necklace, she wore the prettiest smile that just makes her shine like the star
she was in my life.

When I finished my tenth painting of Jennifer where Jennifer was peacefully
asleep in a bed of flowers and protected by a wall of full blooming roses with
deadly thorns, I decided it was time to paint a few more of someone else since
it was getting close to Christmas.

I started painting three different ones for Eric, one of him and James, one of
him and me, and then one of Suzi and Candice on either side of him.  But each
one seemed to bring back some unpleasant memories, so I gave up on painting his
"Jennifer" portrait and painted him on a Harley looking really cool with all of
us above plus the twins crowded around him. 

After that, I got into the family portrait business, painting my own family's
portrait first with the four of us and the twins sitting on the front steps of
the south mansion dressed in nice clothes and looking at Richie as he gets
excited over a butterfly flying by.

I wanted to do Joey's family's portrait next, but wanted a recent photo of
Tommy, so I just started on Suzi's family until Margaret could mail one to me.

Man, did I ever have trouble figuring out some kind of pose to put Suzi's lot
in.  I like putting the people I paint in a more colorful situation than just
doing a group mug shot, but with them I couldn't think of anything but having
them all sitting together in the traditional family portrait style.  It turned
out pretty good, but I was still somewhat disheartened that I couldn't think of
something better.  

Suzi's dad sitting in a library with his hand on an open book, Jason standing
immediately behind him with a hand on his mother's shoulder, and in turn the
two women were standing on either side of Frank each with a hand on his
shoulder nearest to them.  The men were in suits, the women in fine
conservative dresses, and I probably put a little too much twinkle in Frank's
eyes than I had ever seen there, but hey...  I could stand earning some brownie
points from him, you know?

When I got the envelope of pictures from Margaret, I suspected my mom may have
leaked to her what I was doing.  I had two pictures each of Joey, Suzi, Tom,
Margaret, Sarah, Tommy, a single shot of Stan with his two sisters, and then a
whole bunch of snapshots of some baby I hadn't seen before.

I called Margaret up the day I got them to thank her and ask about the baby,
but when nobody answered the phone, I hung up and got busy painting from a
blast of inspiration, and basically forgot about the baby since nobody had ever
mentioned it to me before.

I was deep into painting a Christmas scene centered around Tommy opening a big
gift from Santa when I realized that there wasn't enough room on the canvas to
fit everyone.  I spent a half a day trying to figure out what to do about it,
for I really didn't want to start over again, but yet didn't want to exclude
anyone after Margaret went through all the trouble of sending me recent
pictures of everyone.

Heh.  The twins had just finished painting their eighteenth set of fellatio
paintings and wanted my opinion (again) on their work when I got the idea of
doing a multi-canvas scene.  Of course I couldn't get any further work done
until I let the twins guide me through the emotions behind their latest
creation (again).

That was the hardest and most time-consuming painting I had attempted.  I
wanted to give the scene a wrap around look, placing Tommy in the center with
Joey, his parents, and Sarah on the same canvas, but then changing my mind I
don't know how many times....  Well, I ended up having to start all over again
anyway after having started someone's image in front of the tree too many times
and making the tree look weird from all the slightly different colors of green.

Ah, but it was worth it.  After ruining the original, I kept the idea of having
multiple canvases, but turned the center one so it was a diamond rather than a
square, made it a little smaller, and had five canvases total instead of three.

The Christmas tree got moved to the very center of the center one so I could
put the edge of the fireplace in and other components from the other four
canvases. Tommy was in front of the tree opening an even larger gift than
before, Sarah was kneeling down beside her son while Harrison watched from
beside the tree with a bright red plastic sled crutched under his arm like he
was dieing to use it after that last gift.

I put Joey's parents on the upper right canvas, sitting in front of the fire
place with Tom's arm wrapped behind Margaret's back, grinning at Tommy's
expression like everyone else.  The stockings were hung, and all that jazz, but
I had a lot of trouble making the fire look right with most of it being covered
up with their backs.

I put Denise and Gina in the lower left canvas sitting on a couch together,
each with a clear mug of eggnog.  Heh.  I did a really good job on the way Gina
held hers too.  Not really snooty, just dainty with a spoiled attitude I
guess... well I'll just stop there and let you imagine her your own way.

The lower right canvas didn't have anyone in it, but without it the whole thing
would have looked lopsided.  So I painted a wall with framed pictures of the
family, including what I could remember of Joey's grandparents, and a large
window with a deer, a rabbit, and a pair of squirrels looking in from the
snowing winter scene to see what the big fuss was all about.

I painted Joey's last, for I kept drawing a blank at what to make him do.  I
considered putting him and Suzi standing together with their arms around each
other, but I wanted it to just be the immediate family despite having heard of
Suzi's acceptance into the Group's confidence and all.

I had just started painting his face when I got the call that Joey was coming
back with Suzi and Jason the next day and staying until the day before
Christmas which was only a week away.  I offered to let him stay with me, but
was surprised when he readily accepted the offer, then we spent I don't know
how long on the phone making up plans of what we would do that week.

I worked all night to finish his canvas, and it was sometime after eight in the
morning before I was satisfied that I was done and went to bed....

"Timmy.....  Timmy Wimmy wakey wakey," a soft voice said in my ear.

I guess I stirred a bit when the voice didn't say anything else right away, but
after I had stopped moving, I heard another voice in my other ear say, "Your
fly's down, Timmy."

"Ugh!" I said, reaching down to my jockey shorts and struggling to find the
zipper.

I opened my eyes to look down to help my fingers find the missing handle, but
found instead another pair of legs beside mine on the bed.

"Hi sleepy head," Suzi said when I followed the legs to their owner and
discovered her face beaming at me.

"Hi," was all I could say before looking over the other shoulder to find Joey
grinning at me.

"Heh.  You were right, Suz.  We have blown his mind."

"What?" I said looking back and forth between them, then finally hooked my arms
behind their necks and pulled both of them to me for a simultaneous hug.

"Man, have I missed you two," I said with no regret after pulling them down
with me and releasing them from my hug.

"Shit," Joey said, rubbing the back of his neck.  "If you missed us so much...
Oh hell.  It doesn't matter now, right?"

I opened my mouth to agree, but had to close it really fast to accept the kiss
Suzi gave me on the lips.

I checked the time to find that it was a little after two in the afternoon,
then said, "I didn't expect you guys until after dinner.  I figured Suz's
parents would..."

"Actually, we haven't gone to my house yet," Suzi quickly explained.  "We
stopped off here first to pick you up."

"Yeah, but we didn't expect you to still be sleeping," Joey said with a touch
of humor to his voice.  "What were you doing all night?  Did the twins break
you down and get you to have an all nighter?"

"No," I said while grinning coyly.  "If you have to know, I spent the night
working on your Christmas present."

"Shit, really?  Damn.  Now neither of us is going to get any rest until I drag
it out you..."

"Timmy, I don't mean to rush you, but Jason's waiting out in the car for us,"
Suzi said to divert where she knew the conversation was heading.

"Uhm, well then why don't you two go on and I'll..."

"No way, loser," Joey said before scrambling off the bed, then reached over to
me and pulled me off too.  "We're not leaving here without you after four
months of your excuses for not coming to see us.  I'll dress you myself if I
have to."

"All right, all right," I said as Joey set me down on my feet like a rag doll
and started leading me over to my dresser.  "Suz, you go ahead with Jason, Joey
and I will be right behind you."

"Told you he'd see it our way," Joey said to Suzi as he let me go.

"Well, you boys don't take too long.  I don't want to miss any fun," said,
giving me a kiss on the cheek then doing the same to Joey before she left.

I yawned then sat down on the bed saying, "I think I'm still half asleep.
You're not just a dream, are you?"

"Want me to pinch you to find out?" Joey said with an evil grin.

"Fuck no," I chucked.  "I'm not that out of it."

"Good," Joey said, sitting down beside me.

There was a long pause, then we both started to speak at the same time.

"Go ahead," Joey said.

"Uhm, well...  No you go first.  I'm not really sure what I was going to say."

"All right," he said, turning to face me.  "I just want to know why you didn't
come see us."

"Shit, Joey," I sighed.  "Why don't you ask me something really hard, like how
to perform brain surgery on myself or something."

"It's not supposed to be a hard question," he said softly yet firmly.  "I know
it hasn't been easy for you, but...  <sigh>  Suz and I want to be there for you
when you need someone, but you keep making excuses about why you can't be with
us so we can do that.  If I wasn't so damn busy with school and stuff, I'd have
come back here every weekend..."

"I'm sorry Joey," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder and looking him in
the eyes.  "You're right.  It hasn't been easy.  I've wanted to come see you
guys, but every time I thought about actually doing it, all I could think of
was how hard it would be to leave.  I guess I just didn't want to get so
attached again that... you know... I'd have to go through all that again."

"That's exactly what Suzi said," he said with a sigh.  "But what I still don't
understand is why you would have to leave.  I know if you just gave Central
State a chance you'd love it there."

"Doing what?" I said, turning away from him with self-frustration.  "I don't
know what I want to do for a career any more.  And I don't really like the idea
of being around all those slaves, especially when they're fucking each other
for their masters..."

"Oh come on, Tim!  You were there.  You know that's not how it is.  Or least
not all the time anyway.  And Fuck,  you think you're going to figure out your
career by staying home and hiding all the time?  Central State has a lot of
shit I know you could really get into."

"Like what?" I said, almost afraid to hear what.

"Like... uhm... Shit... They got these computers that do all sorts of graphical
shit.  I think it would be really cool if we could get the symbols into the
computers somehow and analyze the patterns with them."

"I'm not really that great with computers," I said hesitantly.

"Shit, you don't have to be.  At Central State, all you really need is a good
project and to find a few people interested in doing it, and we can get the
whole thing certified for credit.  Just think about it, okay?  And I want you
to come to Central State for a couple of days before classes start up again so
I can really show you what you're missing.  If you agree to do that, I won't
nag you about it any more.  All right?"

I sighed, turned back to face his hopeful look, then said, "Okay, Joey.  I
guess I can give it another chance."

"Cool," he said with an excited grin.  "I know you're going to love it.
There's so much I want to show you that I didn't even know about last time."

"Well, I guess I ought to get dressed, huh?" I said after a silent moment
passed.

"Want me to do it?" Joey said with a playfully mischievous smile.

"What, you mean swap bodies?" I said, feeling a bit playful myself.

"Nah.  It's a game Suzi and I play once in a while.  You just relax and let me
do all the work."

"I don't know..." I said as the playful mood waned a bit.

"Hey.  Trust me," Joey said from the dresser.

Actually, it was kind of fun letting Joey dress me like I was his puppet or
doll.  He got behind me and basically moved my arms and legs with his own, and
I was pretty surprised at how well he did it too.  In five minutes he had me
dressed and was combing my hair into a little boy's hairstyle before I took
over and combed it back the way I usually wore it.

"So tell me about this Neil guy," I said after we had climbed into my car and I
pulled out of the garage.

"What about him?"

"Come on Joey.  I know you link with him for his voice, but Suzi mentioned on
the phone you and he have been hanging out together too.  So what have you
guy's been doing?"

I sensed Joey's discomfort at that point, which only increased my curiosity
concerning this Neil person he'd never mentioned to me.

"We've gone to a couple of parties together, went to some football games, stuff
like that."

"Do you like him?  I mean, do you guys have fun together?"

"Well sure we have fun together..."

"A lot of fun, actually," I said after feeling him out.

"Damn your empathy," he sighed.

"What is the matter with you?" I said with a grin.  "You afraid I'd be jealous
or upset if I found out you had fun with somebody other than me?"

"Not just because I have fun with him, Tim," he said gently.  "It's the kind of
fun we have.  The kind that only you and I used to have together."

"Ahhhh," I said, everything becoming clear to me.  "You mean like the girls
bathrooms and stuff like that."

"Well yeah, that too."

"Huh?  What other kind of fun did you and I....  Wait, you don't mean..."

"No, we're not fucking each other," Joey said, seeing I had overshot the mark.
"Although we've played Suz ball a few times...  But then again, Neil is sorta
bi.  I think if I wasn't so committed to Suz, Neil might have talked me into
doing something by now.  I'm not really his type though.  He has a thing for
smooth hairless legs."

"So you've gone with him to pick out a few fucks, shared Suzi with him,
anything else?"

"We don't really do that much fucking together.  Most of the time it's just
talking about it, and sometimes even when we have the chance to do it we just
play with them a little and let them go without even having them strip.  You'd
like Neil.  He's a lot like you."

"Like me?  How?"

"I don't know.  I guess it's because he had had his voice for three years
before coming to Central State and hadn't abused it like most people.  He
didn't have a harem of girls, he never touched his family... Shit Tim, he even
has that no taking of virginities rule you used to have."

"Really?" I said, impressed.  "You'll have to introduce me to him when we're
out there."

It was Joey's turn to say, "Really?"

"Sure.  I mean, anybody with voice who hangs around your pitiful ass has to
have pretty good morals to have to stoop that low."

"Fuck you," Joey chuckled.  "I'd like to see who Neil says has the more pitiful
ass, you or me."

"There's no contest.  My ass is."

We both chucked, then sat silently for a few minutes before I offered, "Want to
link with me?"

"I was hoping you'd ask," he said as he instantly formed the share link.  

After the link formed, I heard Joey gasp out a "Whoa."

"What?"

"It's nothing really...  I just didn't expect to be able to link with Suz from
out here."

"There's not all that many people between us," I said after feeling Suzi out
for myself.  "That always makes it easier."

"Yeah, that could be it," Joey said, not really believing it was.

"What else could it be?"

"Well, I just might have more range when linked with you than with Neil..."

"Oh...  How strong is Neil?"

"Pretty strong," Joey said before snickering and saying "One time while we were
out with Suzi, heheh, he tried out a blanket command making this whole room of
people think they were the Three Stooges.  Heheheh.  They were poking each
other in the eyes, conking each other on the heads, a couple of guys got kneed
in the groin... heheh.  It took the three of us a half an hour to straighten
everyone out and make them forget it all.  Heheh.  You should have saw this one
guy....  heheheh..  He was dead ringer for Curly.  Nuk-nuk-nuk."

And so it began.  Joey seemed to have a story of his escapades with Neil for
practically every occasion.  Like after arriving at Suzi's and getting a snack
to replace the breakfast Joey hadn't let me grab before we left, I sat there
munching on a few Christmas butter cookies while Joey told me about the time
Neil and he had skipped breakfast.  Apparently they had overslept after
spending the night going around with some other guys from their school tipping
cows over as they slept.  Jason caught the tail end of the story and made the
most obnoxious "Mooooooo!" that cracked Suzi, Joey and himself up, apparently a
running joke between the three... er, I should say four of them if you included
Neil.

Then there was the time Neil talked Joey into being the tail end of the horse
they had gone as to a Halloween masquerade party.  The highlight of that story
was when a female horse showed up, the front end of the male horse kept trying
to drag the back end over to the female, which was kind of backwards if you
know what I mean.

When Joey finally gave in (more like when he got Suzi's permission), they
galloped over to the pink horse, and the two horses talking must have looked
pretty funny because Suzi wouldn't stop giggling while trying to describe it to
me.  All I got was a vision of the two horses side by side, with the front ends
turned towards the other's middles.

Joey's back was aching from stooping over so long, so he graciously accepted
Neil's suggestion that they switch, not catching the fact that he was also
talking to the other horse as well.

Suzi was in tears she was laughing so hard as Joey described his reaction to
finding a pair of small soft hands feeling him up from inside the suit.  Even I
laughed from the image of Joey trying to turn around to look at his horse's new
pink tail end, then trying to get away from it.

Joey later added that Neil had basically done the same thing to the girl who
had been the tail end of the female horse before the four-way switch.  But she
must have liked it for Suzi said the female front was swaying back and forth a
lot after the male backend was zipped onto her, and even though no one said, I
knew Neil must have ended up fucking both ends of the pink horse that night.

I think the hour before dinner was Neil-free, but then Betty mentioned enjoying
the Thanksgiving meal at Joey's, and that made Joey think of the time Neil had
cooked dinner for Suzi and him.  Everyone at the table was grinning by the time
Joey got to the part where they had put out the fire, then Suzi blurted out
they had just sat down to eat what was left of their meal when the fire truck
arrived.  By the time they straighten that out, their food was stone cold, so
they ended up going out for dinner instead, Neil's treat.

After our dinner was over, Betty had a brief argument with Jason over him
having made plans to go out with a girl that night.  But Jason still left, and
from the vibe I got from him he wasn't going to be back until late.

When I mentioned to Suzi I believed Jason was going out to fuck one of his
ex-girlfriends, Suzi just shrugged and said, "I'm sure he is.  He hasn't gotten
laid since he left with us in August."

"Why's that?" I asked, finding it hard to believe.

"I guess because he doesn't have time.  You know how busy Eta's are during the
semester.  I barely see him except on Sundays."

"Sundays?"

Suzi grin wickedly as Joey said, "He cleans her apartment every Sunday."

"What?" I said, astonished.

"Jason made a deal with Suz.  If he cleans her apartment every week, Suzi lets
him get linked with us for a couple hours."

"You can do that?" I asked with surprise.  "Be fully linked with three other
people all at once?"

"I cancel my link before Joey links with Jason," Suzi explained.  "We tried
doing a four-way link like that once, but..."

"I passed out," Joey said meekly.  "The moment I added Jason to the link, my
head exploded."

"All our heads exploded," Suzi added.  "And before you say it, I'm not going to
try it again, Timmy."

"Aw..." I said, seeing my chance at outdoing Neil in that department slipping
through my fingers.  "After all those headaches I had when we first started our
threeways, you won't try this just once with me?"

"Even if she would, I won't," Joey butted in before she could answer.
"Seriously Tim.  This wasn't like your headaches.  You were just straining your
telepathic muscles until they were strong enough to handle the load.  But the
share link just plain snapped.  There was no muscle to it to stretch."

"Okay, okay..." I sighed.  "I guess I just forget you're the one the sharing
link comes from, not me."

It was around eight o'clock when I got this vib from Betty that she was a bit
upset with how the night was turning out.  I knew it was mostly from Jason
leaving, but after a few minutes of feeling her out inconspicuously, I realized
that it also was due to Suzi spending all her time with Joey and I.

I clued Suzi and Joey in on my discovery, then without much discussion, Joey
and I thanked Betty for the meal and left to go back to the north mansion.

"Have you heard from Eric lately?" Joey asked after we had got on the highway.

"I talked to his mom the other day.  He's acting a lot like his old self
again."

"That's cool.  You're still not talking to him directly though, huh?"

"I don't want to risk him having a relapse from hearing my voice," I said
softly.  "Besides, whenever I talk to his mom or dad, I can sense they're not
telling me everything."

"Like what aren't they telling you?"

"I don't know, and I honestly don't want to think about it.  That's probably
the biggest reason I don't give in to calling him directly or something.  I
don't want to know, and I definitely don't want to trigger it happening again,
you know?"

"I guess," Joey sighed from the frustrated feelings the topic had stirred up
within him.

"Joey..."

"What?"

I sighed myself before saying, "You think I push you and Suz away to prevent my
problems from hurting you two."

"Basically, yeah.  Unless you give me a better reason..."

"I push you two away for the same reason I keep my distance from Eric," I said
a bit shakily.  "To keep your problems from hurting me."

"Oh."

Neither of us said anything for several minutes, but then Joey said with
confusion, "Like what problems?"

"Huh?"

"What problems do Suzi or I have hurt you?  Shit, Tim.  Ask anybody the past
four months what my biggest problem is, and besides not getting enough sleep
during the week, they'd say it was because my best friend won't visit me even
though he doesn't have any kind of schedule to prevent him from doing so.  For
the longest time I felt guilty about going out with Neil and having fun without
you.  It was just the last month when I knew I'd be coming back with Suzi and
seeing you that I didn't feel so bad about having fun when I was with Neil.
And while Suzi tries to be understanding about it, I know it bugs her too.  So
what problems do we have that hurt you so much that you're so afraid to have to
deal with?"

I couldn't answer him, for at that moment I couldn't think of any.  When he saw
that, Joey huffed in a surge of anger, but then calmed himself seeing that this
might have been a breakthrough in getting me to do what he thought was best for
me.

We didn't dare touch that topic the rest of the night, but it was constantly on
both of our minds.  I had spoke the truth, yet when I couldn't explain what it
was I was afraid of, I felt guilty for allowing this to control my actions for
so long.

In an attempt to begin to make it up to Joey, right after Joey's nightly
workout around midnight, I suggested we take a shower together.  He was all for
that, but when we got to my room the twins were there waiting on us and changed
our plans for us.

Who am I kidding?  They were waiting for Joey.  Both Joey and I had forgotten
that Joey was still technically their guardian, and even though they had
regained a partial state of free will, they still instinctively desired to
please their master and to a lesser extent their guardian.

After Joey checked with Suzi for permission, the four of us got into the
shower, but after I declined the twin's offer for their attention, I didn't
waste any time in washing up and was out before Joey had tired of sucking on
Joy's wet tits while Honey worked on his meat on her hands and knees between
their legs.

They were at it at least a half an hour before things quieted down in the
bathroom.  I had fought my desire to beat off by climbing in bed and watching
an old John Wayne movie on TV, but I was getting fairly curious on what they
were doing in there twenty minutes after the water had been shut off.

Then the bathroom door opened and the twins came out alone, my empathic senses
picking up the conflict within them from their otherwise emotionless
expressions.  It wasn't until they climbed on the bed and pulled the sheets
down to find my traitor organ already making a tent in my jockey shorts that I
understood Joey had ordered them to blow me despite all three of them knowing I
wouldn't wish it.

"Call them off, Joey, or you won't be sleeping in my bed tonight!" I threatened
while not resisting the twins' attempts to remove my shorts.

"Don't let him get soft, girls, but don't go any further yet," Joey said coming
in, his staff at half-mast.

"I can't believe you'd use them like this," I said a bit angrily.

"I'm not having them do anything they don't want to do," Joey said sternly
while climbing in bed and scooting up next to me.  "What I can't believe is
that you beat off every night alone rather than letting them do what you know
they love to do.  Look at them, Tim.  Look how badly they want to bring
pleasure to you just doing what they've done a thousand times before.  And you
want them to do it, otherwise your dick wouldn't be standing up like that."

"Leave the twins out of this.  If you make them do it, you'll be making them
betray me.  If you want me to have a blowjob so bad, do it yourself," I said
evenly.

Joey sighed, then said, "Sorry girls.  Maybe next time."

The twins didn't let out whether they were relieved or disappointed as they got
up and left the room, but I know they knew I was relieved beyond words and
probably didn't want to tempt fate any more than they already had.

I nearly yipped when Joey took a hold of my slowly deflating cock to give it a
couple of strokes.

"Joey..."

"What?  Bring back too many memories or something?"

"No, I just don't want to pursue this line of action."

"Pursue this line of action?  Shit, Tim.  What kind of talk is that?"

"You know what I mean," I said before shuddering from his thumb swirling the
slight amount of pre-cum, which had just emerged from having been built up over
the past hour, over the crown of my dick's head.

"But you can't sleep without cumming," he teased as he tightened his hand a
little and did a few slow and stretching strokes.

"I'm not going to sleep anyway.  I didn't get up until eleven fucking hours
ago!" I spat as I commanded his hand to let go and I rolled off the bed.

"Tim, wait..." Joey called after me as I headed for the door.  "I'm sorry, all
right?  I just wanted to...  bond with you again, somehow..."

"Bond with me?" I said, hesitating at the door.  "If you want to bond with me,
do it somehow that doesn't involve making me do something I don't want to do."

"It was only a hand job...  It wasn't like I was going to blow you," he
explained.  "I didn't think you'd see it as anything but... <sigh> Come back.
I won't try anything else."

He moved over to his half of the bed, then when I didn't move, he rolled onto
his side with his back towards me.

I was somewhat confused as to what his true intentions had been, but I knew he
had meant it when he said he wouldn't try anything else.  So I carefully
crawled into bed and lay there sorting things out for a while.

Joey was just about to fall asleep when I crossed over to his side, slipped one
arm under him and the other over him for a hug.

When I finally let him go, he let me pull my arm out before rolling onto his
back with a sheepish smile on his face.

I crawled halfway on top of him, ignoring the rising hardons we both had, then
gently said in his face, "Now I know what you really want, and I'm willing to
give it to you."

Joey licked his lips nervously before saying, "You are?"

I grinned and said, "You want me to trust you like I used to."

"What?  I... ... I guess I do," he whispered, almost afraid to admit it.

"All right then.  Until you give me solid reason to doubt your motivations, I
won't let my concerns interfere with trusting you in whatever you say or do.
This doubly applies to anything sexual, so be careful not to let either of us
get carried away.  Cool?"

"Cool," he said a bit choked up.

"'kay," I said before testing out the pact with a kiss on the lips.

After the very brief kiss, I laid down on my back beside him, my hardon
sticking straight up invitingly.

"So what was it that made up your mind?" Joey asked after listening to the
grandfather clock way down the hall by the elevator strike two.

"The part about me not seeing the hand job as anything but an act of trust." 

"I didn't say that," Joey said doubtfully.

"Yes you did.  Just not with words."

"But that still wasn't what I was going to say," Joey insisted.

"Then what were you going to say?"

"I didn't think you'd see it as anything but...  Shit, it's still hard to say
it."

"Pretend you're saying it to Suzi.  You don't have problems telling her things
like this anymore, do you?"

"No, but its different with her."

"Try anyways."

"Okay..  I didn't think you'd see it as anything but... but as love."

"See?  Told you it would work."

"Yeah, I guess..." he said slightly disappointed.

"I love you too, Joey."

I watched his smile fade in the mirror above my bed, followed by his eyes
closing and his breath becoming shallower as he drifted off to sleep.

"Figures," I said softly as I moved over to my half of the bed and began to
give my hardon its nightly strokes.  "When I don't want him to, he wants
nothing else but too.  But when I want him to, he doesn't have a fucking clue."

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