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Author: Jack C Lipton <cupasoup@softhome.net>
Title: JumpStart: Home
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Universe: psi phi
Summary: A loner finds out he ain't
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			   JumpStart
			     Home

			by Jack C Lipton

The night did not help my anxiety as I rode the bus away
from my family home.

I'd escaped.  Yes, I'd be officially 18 in just another hour
so there was little either of my parents could do to stop
me.  I was free.

No more beatings to get me to confess to things I hadn't
done, no more lectures about how worthless I was, no more
seeing my older brother held up as a paragon of virtue, no
more being told to shut up.  No more being told who I could
date and not date, no more being under another's thumb.

I was out.

I was frightened, of course.  In their efforts to keep me
under control I hadn't learned much of the outside world.
I also hadn't carried much when I snuck out of the house,
just some clothes, some CD-ROMs with my files and MP3s and
two paperbacks as reading material.

My part-time job had given me enough for a bus ticket to a
city far from "home" where I had a close friend, her family
having moved only six months before.  I'd always gotten
along very well with all of them even though I was never
considered "dating" material by (or for) Emily.  They knew I
would head their way at some point and I expected to call
them on the next meal stop.

So the bus ride would take another two days.  I had enough
extra money as a cushion, allowing me to eat well, but... I
was definitely thinking "poor" so I could hang onto it as
long as possible.

Despite this freedom I was still scared.  I had no idea of
what shape my life should have... much less would.  I could
dream, of course, but how much could any of my dreams ever
become real?

My sleep, such as it was, was fitful.  Bus seats are not all
that good for sleeping, but it sure beat a floor.

I considered myself fortunate that I wasn't all that close
to the toilet;  my use of it earlier had not been all that
reassuring and the smell was something I was thankful to
stay away from.

The bus wasn't full so I lucked out in not having another
passenger right next to my seat, a reassuring thing for me.

Alone.

Alone... I could sleep.

I slept, fighting my internal demons, as the calendar jumped
another day.  I awoke a legal adult...

Well, almost.  I couldn't drink but I could vote.  I could
enter into a contract.  I could own real property.  I still
wasn't supposed to enter an adult bookstore, though.

As if that last would make any kind of difference.  I'd been
pretty isolated because of my parents so I really didn't
feel much like an "eligible bachelor".

Despite having turned 18 I still felt like a kid playing at
being "grown up".

Well, my experiences in high school hadn't done much for me
there, either, since I didn't care enough to compete.  I did
not seem to get a first look from girls... much less a
second.

There were times when this invisibility was a good thing.

There were also time when I _wanted_ to be noticed-- by the
*right* people-- but wasn't.  So invisibility was a rather
bad thing, too.

Emily and I had been buddies for a long time and we still
exchanged e-mails; she'd told me there was work for someone
like me so I was looking forward to finding a job in a
marina.  I'd enjoyed my escapes from my parents' house
enough times by taking my bicycle to the nearby marinas and
it looked like I could actually _work_ in such a place.

I'd awakened when the bus was pulling in for a meal stop and
I joined the crowd looking for food.  Fast food is not all
that wonderful, even for breakfast, but it was filling.  The
upside to this was that their restroom was clean.

I'm not sure which I appreciated more: eating breakfast or
having a warm and clean place to get rid of the previous
meals.  This one thing made getting back onto the bus far
less unpleasant exercise for me.

We also got some new passengers of which three sat in my
row, filling it up.  I noticed that the rest of the bus had
also filled up a bit by then.  My seatmate was a younger
girl, looking perhaps four years younger than me, apparently
traveling alone.  She was tiny, thin and black with one of
those faces that etches itself into your soul.  Her thinness
did concern me, she looked hungry.

I introduced myself, "Hi, I'm Brian.  Welcome aboard.  How
are you doing?"

She smiled at me and I could almost feel my heart melt.  Her
face took on a happy kind of look that seemed to penetrate
me through and through as I heard her speak "I'm Terri.  Hi
yourself, Brian."

I'd never felt this kind of feeling run through me.  I felt
hot and cold shivers run up and down my back.  I also felt
wrapped up in a fog-bank of bliss.

Who... or what... was this girl?  I was sitting there pinned
by her eyes that seemed to look deep into me.  I had only a
vague impression of movement during this as the bus pulled
out and we gazed at each other.

"Brian, you're very nice and... I'm quite pleased to meet
you.  You should really relax more, I'm not about to hurt
you."

I could feel myself relax but my eyes couldn't leave hers.

"Brian, you can look away from me, I'm sure you'll be happy
riding with me just like I'll be happy to ride with you."

Then she touched my hand and my heart went into handsprings.

There is a time when something seems so right.  She was, at
that moment, the perfect woman for me.  I could almost swear
she felt it too: a connection forming between us.

I relaxed, almost melting in my seat, getting sleepy, and
found her snuggling up to me and fading.

We slept like that, cuddled together, my right arm around
her shoulders, our hands touching, my chin to the top of her
head.  As I faded with her I felt... wonderful.

On awakening from this nap with Terri I felt like I'd follow
her anywhere...  and knew that she was willing to follow me.

How did I know this?  I couldn't know this!  I couldn't ever
believe that a cute girl like this could like me!

I felt very protective of this girl, holding her as she
slept.  I could almost feel her fears wax and wane as she
lay against me, her tension and, on squeezing my hand, a
sudden release.

Despite this sudden feeling of protectiveness towards her--
and the responsibility that came with it-- I felt good.  I
felt strong.  I felt that I had something to live *for*,
finally, and that all I'd done to this moment was survive.

She woke up in time for our lunch stop, this time at a small
diner in the middle of nowhere.  The food was OK and the
restrooms clean.  I ate with Terri sitting across from me,
her eyes looking into me, and realized that she was a
runaway.

Just like me, but not of legal age.

She didn't tell me she had.  She avoided telling me.  But
when it hit me I felt the truth of it, deep inside, and saw
her blanch, just before her face got fearful.

I couldn't report her, I wanted to protect her.  I realized
she had some of the same demons driving her that drove me,
even if her folks hurt her.  She arranged it so I could see
a bruise over three inches in diameter over her right hip as
she got up again, and our eyes met.  The mark on her brown
skin hurt me just seeing it... and I seemed to _know_ there
were others.

I knew I couldn't report her.  I didn't want anyone able to
hurt her again.

But I also learned that she was actually 17, only two months
behind me in age.  She still looked like she had a long way
to go in growing up.

Discovering she'd used the last of her money on this meal
did bother me but I told her I'd help her as we were walking
back to the bus.

"Can you afford to help me get to St Pete with you?"

I hadn't told her where I was going.  How did she know that?

I saw her bite her lip and a new look of fear took over her
face which aborted any irritation I'd built up.  "Terri...
why are you so scared all of a sudden?"

We were in the parking lot, with no one else around, when I
was told...  "Brian... I can read minds.  I don't know why.
I can read yours so much better than I can anyone else, so,
well... I trust you.  I know where you stand, I know how you
feel.  I like that."  She wrapped her arms around me in a
hug, which I could not help but follow her lead, holding her
tiny body to me, trying to tell her how much I cared.

At the same time I considered what she told me, and I could
actually relax my guard to a degree.  I'd read so much
science fiction that I figured she was harmless BECAUSE of
her talents.  I also suspected that her level of empathy was
increased so she would probably be uncomfortable when I was.

She nodded in my arms, a reply?  Yes, she was reading me.

But, at the same time, I felt like I could follow her, even
though I was sure I wasn't reading her.  Perhaps she was
broadcasting to me?

Her shrug was just another counterpoint.  It may not be all
that bidirectional but our non-verbal communication was
working well.

If anything, my desire to protect her went way up.

"Terri, no way do I want to leave you.  Just make sure that
I don't end up hurting you, all right?"

She pulled out of the hug so that I could see her face as
she smiled.  Her smile alone was powerful, but the sensation
of happiness that ran through me was, well, staggering.  I
was barely able to get back to the bus, but she helped guide
me.  We re-took our seats and off the bus went.

We didn't talk all that much but we held hands.  I read one
of my books, she started to read the other.  We sat close to
each other, providing comfort, as we reached Jacksonville.

This was as far as her ticket would take her.  She had some
potential contacts but they were only that, so I paid for
her ticket to St Petersburg so she could ride with me, even
though that made quite a dent in the money in my pocket.

We'd have to wait for three hours before the bus would come
to bring us through Orlando.  We had another meal, made sure
that we were good and empty using the restrooms and waited,
holding each other's hand, for our next bus.

We didn't make it on to the bus, though.

An hour before the bus was to board us, five women walked
into the bus station, very businesslike, spreading out and
looking around.  They caught my eye because of their dress,
varying races and expressions; their look was one of
curiosity, so I noticed when one member of the party saw
(and focused on) Terri.  I realized that the rest of them
seemed to snap into watching Terri.  Terri's reaction to
this surprised me;  I felt her tense up on realizing she was
being sought after, then she relaxed.

Just before she melted into unconsciousness she told me "Oh,
Brian... we're safe, we're safe!"

I cradled her as she lay limply in my arms, sound asleep, a
look of utter happiness on her face.

The look of consternation I got from the toughest looking of
these women was odd as she looked me over.  Needless to say
that it reminded my of my mom so I got more than a little
bit tense.

I was pissed, thinking that _my_ girl was being hurt somehow
through her talent, and the first woman's face suddenly
softened, and she stood there, far less intimidating to me,
as the other four joined her.

Two of the women sat on either side of me and touched me;
again I felt a thrill like I had with Terri.

The woman in front of me suddenly smiled, a complete change
of expression.  This smile and look of happiness was quite a
change and had some of the same impact on me that Terri's
had.

"Brian, come with us.  Can you carry her?"

How'd they know... oh.  They were teeps too, they must be.

Yes, I could carry Terri.  She was tiny and thin, so she was
no burden.  The youngest of the five picked up our bags as
I was led out.

It didn't occur to me until we stepped out of the doorway
that I hadn't hesitated to follow them.

Was I now a plaything for them?

The passenger van we piled into was more like a bus and I
soon found myself sitting between two women in the third row
from the front and Terri behind me, also between two women. 
The oldest woman was a blonde amazon sitting to my left, a
tall elegant black woman to my right, and a pair of
orientals on either side of Terri, holding her comfortable. 
Our driver was another caucasian who looked tough enough to
tear me apart.

Once underway I asked the woman on my left "What's this all
about?  What did you do to her?  What did you do to me?"

"Brian, I'm Mary, Claudette is driving, next to you is Bobbi
and Terri is between Ellen and Susan.  You should realize
that we're all telepaths in this van, just like your friend
Terri.  We felt Terri even though she didn't recognize us
for what we are but we were curious and decided to look for
you both.  Terri has been on the edge of exhaustion for some
time so the sudden drop in anxiety put the poor girl to
sleep.  She should be OK, though.  You, though...  well, for
now, we can tell you what to do."

"So... you teeps can control mundanes like me, right?  Like
mind control?"  I was starting to feel anxious.

Susan, next to Terri, asked "Teeps?  Mundanes?  What are
those?"

I sighed.  "Didn't you ever watch Babylon-5?  Mundanes are
the non-telepaths.  Teeps was short for Telepaths and even
Joan Vinge used that in her stories about 'Cat'.  Teeks, if
they exist, would be TeleKinetics."

Ellen, from the back, added "When Mary said that we're all
telepaths here she meant it.  Brian, you're one of us, too.
You're also a telepath, just still in a latent state."

I laughed out loud.  This was insanity.  If there was one
thing I was sure of it was that I wasn't able to read minds.

"C'mon, be serious, I am _not_ a teep.  I have a hard enough
time understanding people talking to me, there is _no_ way
that I'm able to read minds.  Don't lie to me."

I saw a smug expression on the youngest woman in this group,
Ellen, who followed her claim up with "I can prove it to you
when we get to the house and I take you to bed.  You're a
latent.  Better yet, you're _male_, which... well... is
scarce.  You, Brian, are damn near the best thing to have
happened to our family in too damn long."

I tried to laugh again but the faces I saw brought something
home to me.  Ellen's face, looking into me, seemed like she
was, well, melting as our eyes met.

Now in all this time I'd not paid attention to another of my
senses, much less a putative sixth sense, but my nose had
been clamoring for my attention.  I started wondering what
kind of perfume these women wore.  It was getting stronger
in this enclosed space, despite the air conditioning going
full blast, it was stimulating me... and my member was
waking up.

I'd been taught to feel ashamed of my erection, so I got
very upset that my body was embarrassing me.  I wasn't
getting the level of cooperation from my member as the scent
seemed to get stronger.

"Can someone open a window, that perfume is getting strong!"

I saw them looking around before Bobbie asked "What perfume?
None of us wears any perfume."

I sniffed the air and almost felt them sniff with me, using
my nose.  It was odd to share a sense with other people.

Mary blushed first.  I asked "What?"

"Uh, Brian, you're smelling _us_.  We're excited.  Sexually,
that is.  All of us.  We each want you.  My underwear is
very wet because of you..."

Ellen called from the back "I get first dibs, guys!"

What?

The idea that I was sexually desirable still seemed an
impossible dream;  I'd been taught that no one sane would
want me.  Impossibilities in my life were often best handled
by ignoring them.

Instead, I blushed as I sought something else to concentrate
on.

My little head, however, was still intent on lowering the
amount of blood-borne oxygen to what passed for my brain.

In other words my dick hurt from confinement as it did its
level best to escape the confines of my jeans.  There seemed
no distraction to allow me to soften.

Given the unavailability to drain the lizard here and now I
had to make the best of it.  I'd have been mortified if
either of the women flanking me had looked down and seen my
lump, much less had touched me there.

We got out of the city soon enough and were soon bailing off
of 95 into a residential area.  It hadn't been that long a
ride, actually, so it must've been convenient for commuting.

Without me opening my mouth I got an answer of "We felt her
go by, she's fully activated, and we were able to read
enough to tell she was on a bus.  We scrambled, you know,
even though we'd only just gotten home, to catch up with
her.  We could tell she wasn't tied to anyone... and then we
found you.  We know enough of your history and what you know
of her, and we got enough to know she's been through the
wringer."

I felt Bobbi put an arm around me.  She added "And we know
that you've not had an easy path, either."

We pulled into a driveway into an open garage;  it being now
dark the garage door closed on us and I was guided into the
house where we were presented to an older woman who looked
like she was in her sixties, Anne, who was apparently the
"house mother" of this "family" and looked pleased to meet
me.

Actually I've never seen a woman that age look so pleased in
my too-short and too-sheltered life.

We all worked together to get Terri into a bed, stripping
her down before sliding her between the sheets.  That one
bruise that had upset me was one of the smaller ones;  I
spent a lot of the time with tears in my eyes.  Her bruises
were enough of a turn-off that seeing a girl nude for the
first time could not compete.  It felt good to full deflate.

Being comforted by the rest of these women didn't seem
enough to soften the impact in me of the injuries I saw on
Terri.  I felt anger for the persons who did this to her and
I could almost feel the agreement running through these six
women.  I didn't feel as alone as I was used to.

I finally heard Ellen say "I'm glad she's out cold right
now.  Brian, you and I have an appointment in that bedroom
over there."

Now I'll admit that I was a complete virgin, so just being
encouraged to undress, even though Ellen stripped first, was
not easy for me.

First, Ellen is a knock-out.  Her petite Japanese body gave
me quite an eyeful as she posed and rotated for me, the
second woman I'd seen in the altogether.  My body showed an
appreciation for this display by trying to reach a posture
of attention.

Seeing her like this hurt me at the same time as it inflamed
me;  she was far too attractive for someone like me.  Her
visible interest in me, coupled with the "perfume" I'd been
getting more than just a whiff of and the very wet look of
her panties as she peeled them off was overwhelming.

I'm no "hunk".  I slowly undressed myself, feeling more and
more anxious, expecting to be laughed at when my body was
fully exposed... and the others, all of them, even Anne, had
stripped bare.  Even Anne's underwear was wet.  I never knew
that women her age could even _get_ sexually excited... yet
here was evidence.

Evidence not merely of an ability to be sexually excited,
but excited by _me_.

For a virgin male, no matter his fantasies, this was enough
to frighten me.

But not _all_ of me.

I was soon the only awake person still wearing any clothes
and my dick was stretching my jockeys (which I was having
problems working up the nerve to take off).  I was so afraid
that I'd be laughed at.

My insecurities were still with me.

Ellen sniffed, "Why don't we wash you up first, OK?  I think
you'd feel better clean, wouldn't you?  Besides, I want to
hold you..."

I was hustled off to the master bath and placed in the
shower stall with Claudette who started to scrub me down,
making sure to peel off my underwear in the water.

Miracle of miracles... no laughter erupted.  Hearing "wows"
from our audience made my dick harder... as if that was
possible.

The only reason it was only the two of us in the shower was
because that was all that'd fit;  the other awake women were
watching us intently and, despite my discomfort, my dick was
at full erection.

Under normal circumstances I'd try to get it to go down
quickly;  if it didn't soften from my emotional discomfort
I would jerk myself off.  For me, for some time, an erection
was something to be disposed of quickly.

The latter option to dispose of this embarrassment was quite
unavailable, given my audience.  I would have been mortified
to stroke myself off with so many eyes on me... and many
were on my dick.

I'd even once measured myself and discovered that I was a
little below average in size, but these women were looking
at it as if it were a prize.  Claudette made sure it was
clean and very nearly got me off.  I am sure my blush was
burning out the ability for our audience to see red.

We were drying off when Susan dropped to her knees in front
of me and put my erection into her mouth and ran her tongue
around the head.

I cried out "Nooooo!!" as I delivered a dose of my sperm to
her mouth, feeling myself being sucked on as my balls were
drained.  I almost fell to the floor from the sensations as
my legs went through a phase of "rubbery-ness".

The sensation I'd just experienced was something I could get
to like.  I saw the women surrounding me smirk, obviously
they could read me well enough.

Ellen stood next to me and told me "Now you'll last a lot
longer when you fuck me.  I want you... now."  She grabbed
my still-hard dick and led me to a bedroom.  I was still too
dazed to resist.

Despite my feeling of shame for orgasming in front of these
women-- somehow worse for filling one's mouth-- I followed
Ellen.  The lack of choice at that moment didn't really
worry me.

My first time approached.

My first time to "go all the way".

I was afraid.

I was told not to be.

Being told not to fear, no matter what the tone of voice
added in the way of comfort, wasn't helping.

I _still_ felt unready for this.  It didn't help that I was
insecure over whether I had any ability to please her.

They directed me to lay down on my back... so I did.  I was
still afraid that I wasn't "man enough".

Ellen straddled me, I'd seen some films a friend had somehow
scrounged up that showed this position, and I soon felt her
sliding down around my erect member... and felt the heat and
squeeze of her slippery core.

A completely new sensation.

A completely wonderful new sensation.  I felt complete.

So when she started stroking up and down it felt like
something I wanted to do again.  A lot.

Her obvious happiness as she rode me did wonders for my own
confidence;  it seemed that she was approaching an orgasm
quickly.  I _finally_ felt like I was *man* enough.

We came together after a fair amount of stroking and it felt
like my brain melted... and then I seemed to lose control,
just like an animal, rolling her over putting me on top and
I started to slam into her.

Sure I was eighteen.  Sure that made it easy for me to get
and use an erection.  Yes, it made recharging faster for me.
But...  I should not have kept my erection.  I should not
have reached another climax so quickly.

Maybe it wasn't all my own orgasm, though, but triggered by
her own... which ran through me, carrying me over and...

That second climax, my penis deep within Ellen's core, was
the end of my loneliness.

I fell into a web of minds that caught my mind and cradled
it, rocking me lovingly.

I felt myself connect to all of the women in this household,
even feeling Terri, who lay dreaming.  The glow of both
Ellen and Terri in my head seemed so much brighter than the
others here.

I finally _knew_ that I was "adequate" sexually... and knew
that all of this "family" I'd just joined had ridden our
climaxes with us.

Ellen was projecting an almost intolerable air of smugness
and I "heard" the silent question from Anne and the equally
silent confirmation that she had ovulated that day.

A part of me was anxious over fathering a child, even now as
a teep, but the feeling of enthusiasm from the rest of the
family cushioned me from my fears ... which fled.

I'm not a complete fool, or hadn't been, but this felt so
very good to me despite raising some fears.  I'd had shame
for my body's desires beaten into me for so long that only
through this web of minds could I find comfort.  Fear could
not gain much foothold given this web of acceptance.

Yes, they were right, I was a teep now too, just like Terri.
They had not lied to me after all.

It's funny, though, knowing.  I knew now that I had fallen
in love with Terri.  I also realized that I'd fallen in love
with all of these women in this family and that I wanted to
care for them.

There were lessons I would need to learn, of course, to take
my place in my new family.  I was still very young for this
kind of commitment but... this ran very deep.

The next lesson that evening focused on how I could perform.
With the sensation of being sexually desired by these women
(and being able to feel the heat in their vaginas) I was
able to keep it up and learned that, with each shared
orgasm, my partner's brightness in the web would flare up.

This set of session, bringing each woman (and, by extension,
myself) to orgasm brought them to full strength as a teep.
Unlike my first and second times with Ellen, I was a full
teep now at the start of each subsequent session and this
made it far more exciting to meet their needs.

Sex as a teep _with_ a teep is a special experience, being
able to know more about what I was doing for my partner's
pleasure... and them for mine.  Each woman liked slightly
different things from each other and, able to _know_ what
they felt directly, I was able to provide what they liked.

As a teep the best part was that their pleasure added to
my own.

I was guided in bedding all of the women save Terri, even
Anne.  By this time the various colors and sizes and ages no
longer mattered because I saw their mind, heart and soul.  I
could no longer reject them any more than I would seek out
to be rejected.  Even Anne's turn was an incredible turn-on
for me.

I suspected that sex with a mundane would not be able to
compete with this experience.

Learning how sex was required for activation-- even if only
lesbian sex-- taught me quite a bit.  Knowing that it had to
be repeated to maintain strength was a surprise... and set a
limit to how many women I could service.  Only heterosexual
contact brought a teep to "full strength".

Terri, though, was an enigma.  We'd have to wait for her to
awaken again to learn how she was fully activated.

For Terri's comfort I was put in bed with her as she slept,
directed to spoon her, and faded to sleep, feeling so
comfortable within this web of minds.

Again, as had happened since I'd met Terri on the bus, I
slept without any of my normal nightmares visiting.

At 4AM, though, I was in Terri's nightmare... somehow.  The
scene started with her father and mother approaching her
with belts at the ready.  I turned to her dream self and
told her this was a dream, a nightmare, and that this wasn't
really happening, that she could change it.  With that said
I turned back to the dream-images of her parents, placed my
dream-self as a shield in front of Terri, and "saw" a gun
into my hand, slid the receiver back to chamber a round and
aimed it at these dream images Terri was animating.

These nightmarish visions continued to press on Terri so, in
her dream, I fired... and her dream dissolved instantly.  I
was back inside myself, holding a sleeping girl in my arms,
noticeably relaxing.  It was easy now for me to fade back
out.

My memories of her nightmare were fresh in the morning and
Terri was surprised to find me in bed with her.  That we
were both naked was shocking to her but she pushed me on my
back and was about to mount me when we were interrupted.

"Oh, good... no, Terri, don't stop, jump him, let me sit
down, though." Claudette told us, adding "I don't want to
fall down when you guys come."

Terri's fear dissolved, I could feel it, even though she was
not fully in the web.  When she impaled herself we were all
learning a lot.

Terri was very ready despite her full bladder... and mine.
She came quickly which didn't make much of a change in the
glow of her mind but made her joining into this web easier.

Our orgasm was shared throughout the household and everyone
woke up with a smile on their face.  Living in this kind of
a household was going to be different.

Once we'd come down enough from our activity I was asked to
wash Terri and to ask about her history.  We learned that
she'd not needed to be activated, that it had hit her "out
of the blue."  We also learned she didn't pay much
attention to her menstrual cycle so we had no idea if I'd
just pumped a baby into her.

At the thought that I might've pumped a baby into her I was
able to directly experience her mixed feelings.  It was not
as pleasant a ride as Ellen's desire but Terri was getting
support from all of us.

Terri and I helped Anne put breakfast together and it was
pleasant to sit at the table and be treated as a valuable
member of the family.

That was the key of it, though.  *Both* of us felt valued
here.  We could feel how we fit in.  We could *know* we were
wanted.  So we were able to sit and talk about our futures.

OK, OK, talked is not very descriptive, is it?  Learning how
to silently project questions, comments and answers without
speaking seemed to come to us quickly.

Learning that I was too valuable to be let loose again did
bother me.  I wanted to be able to work and contribute but
it was sounding like I'd be a prisoner.  My willingness to
work a low-paying job in a marina was scorned as "below me"
since there were plenty of retirees who could work for far
less, so I'd be at quite a disadvantage.  Anne softened this
by telling me "Brian, it's dangerous.  Far too dangerous.
We want you to be safe.  Now, given that you managed to get
through high school, we'll put you into a local college,
OK?"

The fact that Claudette was a professor at the local
community college probably helped matters.  She nodded.

This seemed like a lot...  how could I make myself worth
such an investment?  What could I contribute to our family
to make it worthwhile?

Even in this web there's some ability to not project, so I
saw the smirks before I felt their amusement.  I must have
looked pretty thick.

OK, I _was_ pretty thick.  Ellen finally let me in on the
secret: "Brian...  there are now six fertile females here,
all of us are teeps, you're a teep... and we want children
who are teeps, too.  Got the picture yet?"

I got the picture, far too clearly.  I was to become no more
than a sperm donor!

This did _not_ sit well with me.

After what I'd learned from my father's example I also
really believed that I would not make a good father.  I
couldn't bear the thought of making any of his mistakes.

Terri, it seems, was having thoughts in the same vein but
was focused on her suitability as a mother.

My own discomfort with this situation was acknowledged by
these six-- well, now seven-- women.  The feeling of comfort
that reached without a sound into my heart calmed me down
but left me in command of my mind.  I was there to provide
the same support for Terri.

And...  being a teep as a parent had it's advantages.  It
would be very difficult for a teep to be an abusive parent.

Perhaps even impossible.

I was still irritated but the cost of being a teep was being
able to see their point of view.  I was no longer able to
only worry about my own wants and needs, these women-- all
of them-- had their own, too, and they were trying to merge
and accommodate mine with theirs.  They were not unyielding
but there were more plans.  They recognized the need to
consider my own drives as well since they could not be
comfortable if I was unhappy.

Claudette spoke up with "I know of a woman urologist who's a
latent but I've not considered seducing her into our family.
Perhaps we can try to get some of Brian's semen banked for
us, just as a precaution.  Heck, maybe Brian should be the
one to bring her in.  Her divorce should be final soon."

The idea of having a _lot_ of sex excited me, but I realized
the desire to be more than just a mere sexual aid or even a
conceptual aide was there as well.  Knowing that sex with
each of these women had meant a lot to them and wasn't "just
fucking" to any of them had helped me feel like a "real man"
as ludicrous as that seems.  Was my father a "real" man?  My
mother a "real" woman?

But, yes, one of my "on buttons" was sexual.  That didn't
mean it didn't bother me.

After breakfast, though, we were left with Anne, who got us
fully oriented into the household.  Our connections to the
others grew more tenuous with distance;  the connections
were still there but the amount of detail we were able to
exchange seemed to drop off.  Our connections here in the
house with Anne were still quite solid and I'd started to
ask more useful questions of Anne as we helped with her own
domestic workload.

I really hated to clean at home, all because it felt like my
efforts were never appreciated.  This was a big change for
me since I was cleaning with Terri and Anne and could
directly experience approval.  Terri and I ran the laundry,
too, adding our own clothing to the loads.  The unused
tickets were set aside in the hope of being able to get
refunds for them.

Terri herself seemed to get more comfortable eating over
lunch and we were soon out shopping with Anne at a "Publix"
supermarket.

OK, I'm still a teen-ager at heart.  I pronounced it "Pube
Licks" which got a giggle from Terri and a smile from Anne.

Now no teen-ager really likes shopping.  Well, at least with
adult supervision and _especially_ for groceries.  Terri
started out as underwhelmed by this mission as I did, but...

Being a teep, though... had it's compensations.  We were all
working together yet in different aisles and it was very
nice to know where the basket was at all times.

I also learned about "mundanes"-- or "normals", as Anne told
us to call them-- and how limited being a teep was in being
able to read anything from them.  Anne had me do exercises
so I'd know my limitations.

The limitations on teep/mundane connectivity were awful and
unexpected from most of the fiction I'd read in the past.  I
had no influence and couldn't even do any kind of scan of
their memories, but _could_ listen in most easily to any
subvocalizing... and read emotional state from a distance.

But we were so very organized shopping like this and Anne
was enjoying this to an incredible degree as well.  We did
our shopping and I (and Terri) were getting useful lessons
in how to pick produce, meats and deal with financials.

For the first time I learned about tampons.  The pregnancy
tests were right there too and I raised an eyebrow when six
were bought.  Anne answered this verbally "There are six
fertile women in the household, two of them ovulated last
night.  So...  While it is unlikely you got 'em both last
night, we do want to keep an eye on it."

Yeah, I'd be concerned if I had gotten pregnant but Anne's
attitude got through to me...  one of hope.  Hope that I'd
actually impregnated one (or more) of the women.

My own feelings were still mixed.

Checking out I felt the checkout girl's eyes on me and could
feel her get... excited?  Over me?  Sure she wasn't a teep
but she was pretty cute.  I could feel her irritation with
Terri, though, when I felt Terri's hand meet and clasp with
my own.  We could hear her go "Damn!  He's taken!" in her
head as I reflected my own pleasure with this contact.

We did our best not to project a knowing smile on our faces.

It was strange to think about but I was starting to wonder
how many girls in High School might have found me desirable.

My mental shrug was acknowledged by both Terri and Anne.

In the car heading back (the others had taken the van from
last night, carpooling to work) I asked Terri about how that
had been for her.

"Brian...  Once I 'awakened' when I was 12, I always knew
what a boy wanted.  One time an older boy, two years ago,
was so horny that _I_ got horny with him ... and I got
fucked for the first time.  It hurt.  I could read him and
once he was getting what he wanted all thought of being nice
to me evaporated... poof... out of his head.  It's a memory
I wish I could remove... but... it made me a lot more picky.
I avoided boys and even most girls, too.  I knew, once I
touched them, where I stood."

My mouth was hanging wide open by the time she finished.

This got me thinking, of course, and I wondered what she had
really seen in me when she met me.

"Oh, Brian, I knew there was _something_ different about you
when I met you.  You were so _readable_ by me.  You also
didn't look for my tits or ass, you looked at my face.
_Now_ I know why, but you did the right thing with me
anyway.  When I touched you I could taste your heart, so to
speak... and it was so good to find someone who could accept
me without thinking about getting my pants off of me.  And
your desire to protect me...  wow."

Her face was almost melting as she spoke to me.  Anne was
pulling into the driveway by this time and we had to bump
the groceries into the house, giving me time to mull over
what she'd explained.

I liked this house;  the walk between the garage and kitchen
was pretty short... a lot shorter than the distance between
the curb and the kitchen at the back of the house where my
parents lived.  This made the assignment of bringing in the
groceries so much less of a drag... and Terri and I kept
making "eyes" at each other as we passed each other.

Terri and I were pretty happy helping Anne, working with her
to put the groceries away and starting on dinner.

It looked like I was going to learn more about cooking than
I had ever wanted to.  With Terri at my side, almost like we
were welded together at the hip, I was comfortable doing
this.

Strike that comfortable... being with Terri was uplifting
for me at all times and something I was determined to not do
without.

With Anne's guidance we did the work on dinner, dipping into
her mind to learn how to _do_ specific parts of the work.

It was pleasant work for us;  not only were we aware of each
other, making sure we worked together closely, but we could
both feel Anne's amusement and pleasure watching us work.

Her pleasure was an interesting thing to feel;  not that we
work working, the way I felt my parents felt, but the
pleasure in seeing us happy with each other an coordinating
our movements like a choreographed dance.

We also felt Anne ride with each of us here and there and
she definitely enjoyed seeing (and feeling!) us when we
would kiss and hug.

As the rest of the family arrived in the van, the three of
us were setting the table and the three of us shared hugs
and kisses with our arriving family, who went to wash up.

A sit down dinner like this with teeps is interesting.  We
all shared knowledge of who did what as the meal progressed
so Terri and I were awash in the approval and appreciation
of our new family.

It had been wonderful to feel from Anne alone.  Adding five
more made it a religious experience.  Terri and I were both
recovering from a shortage of approval in our lives so this
difference was something we responded to instantly.

And were brought up short and, via speech, were told "No,
guys, you should _not_ be servants.  We appreciate the work
you did, but it's not your primary job to please us this
way.  We love you both too much for you to lose yourself
like this."

Spoken words still have a power of their own.  As we hear
and respond to them we're also getting more of the emotional
context... and we're providing feedback.

Speech is also more memorable.

Terri and I were pushed out of the kitchen during clean-up,
it being Mary and Susan's turn.  Claudette had to leave for
an evening class she taught, so she took the car.

Instead of settling in front of a TV, I could feel the swarm
of thoughts around me but my skills were still not up to
handling the full stream these women had become comfortable
with.

Afterwards I realized that they wanted to avoid having me
fully aware of their discussion as Roberta said "Brian, you
and I have a date in that bedroom, so undress and let's go."
Roberta started stripping in the living room so I stood and
followed her example.

Before I'd been jumpstarted I'd been so ashamed of my body.

Undressing now with an audience of minds I could feel and
_know_ was a completely different experience.

Feeling another's emotional and sexual excitement does cut
down on embarrassment.  Feeling it at the depth I did made
sure I was quite erect by the time I was naked.

All eyes were on me... and the sensation of six women
feeling desire *for* _me_ like this was another religious
experience.

I belonged here, not just _to_ these women but *with* these
women.  I felt the love.  I felt the desire.

And, with shared minds, Roberta and I did our level best to
make a new teep for this world, enjoying every nuance of the
effort.

*Now*, despite my age, *now* I could _be_ a father.

My father's example could be forgotten.  I wondered how he
could cope if he'd been a teep and had been able to feel
what it was like to be his victim.

Sure, I still had a lot to learn... but I knew that I could
enjoy the learning.

I'd run from my parents household and had landed here.

Home.

Home... for the first time.



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