Chapter 155: Sharing Passions

Saturday, June 19, 1971

I walked over to Abby who was suddenly afraid she had spoken out of turn. Without a word, I picked her up and began kissing her passionately. I should have thought about what I was doing, but I’m impulsive, so it never even crossed my mind that kissing Abby at this particular moment was like stumbling into a fireworks factory with a lit torch.

The next thing I know, her legs had encircled my waist, as she locked her ankles behind me and began to squeeze. At the same time, she coiled her arms around my neck in a death grip that is the fear of every lifeguard, and then sealed those hungry lips of hers to mine.

“You’ve got about ten minutes, Michael,” Vickie said. “I’d suggest you go somewhere and take care of the little bitch, or she’s not going to be very pleasant to be around.”

Vickie’s laughing belied her words, as her tone indicated she was teasing Abby.

“Oh, goody!” Abby thought as I shrugged my shoulders and headed back down the hall to my bedroom, with Abby still hanging on for dear life. I heard everyone laugh at my back as Abby broke our kiss and then looked back at Vickie and the rest of them over my shoulder with an impertinent grin as she stuck her small tongue out at them.

I laid her on my unmade bed, and pulling aside her terry cloth shorts and her panties, I lowered my head between her legs.

“Damn it, Michael!” she cried pulling my hair. “We don’t have time for that. Just put it in me!”

Abby tugged at my shorts with frustration. I helped her slip then down, stepping out of them to her frantic admonishment of, “Hurry!”

“Are you sure you’re ... ummph!” I said as she pulled me down on top of her. Then reaching her tiny hands between our bodies she frantically tried to pull my cock to her pussy. I raised up enough for her to successfully complete her mission, which she did.

Then thrusting her pelvis up at me, she cried, “Do it, Michael! Fuck me! Now!”

Being sixteen again can be a pain in the neck. Mostly it’s because everyone treats you like a kid. I had never realized how little respect I got as a teen the first time. And I’m probably as guilty as any other adult in not giving teenagers any respect as well.

But then, there are other times when it’s fucking incredible to be sixteen and healthy. This was one of them. Even though I had already made love to Nicky, Catherine, Anna, and Kalani, so far today, I was still able to give Little Abby what she wanted. It was a close thing. Thank god, we only had ten minutes. I don’t know if I could have lasted any longer at the pace Abby was driving our sex.

“Harder, Michael, do it harder!” she cried. “Fuck my pussy harder!”

I was panting after only a couple of minutes, but Abby was emotionally adrift in a sea of biological and hormonal urges and desires. I couldn’t even find any thoughts, only a deep and desperate craving to have her pussy stuffed.

“That’s so-o-o go-o-o-od!” she moaned. “Don’t stop, Michael. Plea-se-e-ese!”

I closed my eyes and focused. I was getting tired quickly, but I also felt her desperation, and that made me desperate to please her. So I continued to fuck her.

What happened next, taught me that necessity is NOT the mother of invention, desperation is. It had to have been desperation that drove me to do it. With my arm muscles aching, and my lungs gasping for enough oxygen to stay conscious, I let go, flooding Abby, not with my love, but with my passion. I was used to sharing the depths of my love, but I had never tried to share the depths of my desire before.

“A-a-ayeea-eeah!” Abby screamed, her body going stiff beneath me.

I stopped suddenly, still gasping for air as I tried to remain still, in case her pussy was too sensitive. I needn’t have bothered. Abby was out cold.

The doorway was filled with panting onlookers, as Deedee clawed her way through them.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?” Deedee screamed at me as she stopped abruptly, looking at our still joined bodies.

“Get OFF of her!” she cried.

I rolled to one side, still panting as Deedee felt Abby’s neck for a pulse. I know it was mean, but Deedee’s attitude was beginning to rub me the wrong way. So I connected Deedee to her sister, letting Deedee see that not only was Abby alive, but was still buried in the depths of an orgasmic bliss so deep, I had never seen anything like it. I allowed, okay, I forced Deedee to suddenly become immersed in what her sister was still feeling.

“Oh my god!” Deedee cried, as she slumped to the floor beside the bed, so overwhelmed, her legs were no longer able to support her.

“THAT is what I did to my soon-to-be wife and the mother of our children!” I told her caustically. “And this is the last time I will warn you. Stay. Away. From our marriage bed!” I was getting tired of Deedee’s over-protective attitude.

I walked out of the bedroom, headed for the showers. To get there though, I had to walk through the gauntlet of women who, for some reason, were all gathered in the hall outside my door. They all fell back against the walls on either side as I made my way to the communal bathrooms.

I was standing under the shower, letting the hot water steam away the last of my anger when I felt Nicky’s presence. I kept my eyes closed and my head bowed as the water cascaded down my head and neck.

“That was mean,” Nicky said without preamble.

I didn’t bother to answer. I wasn’t over my mad yet.

“You embarrassed the hell out of her, Michael. Whatever you did to her caused her to drop her shorts and panties and start frigging herself like mad,” Nicky informed me. “Right in front of everyone. The poor girl was so upset she didn’t know what to do.”

“I didn’t make her do that!” I thought to her, surprised that my sister was blaming me.

“Like hell you didn’t!” Nicky said through clinched teeth. “I’ve felt you making love to the other girls many times, since you woke up. We all seem to feel it when you’re with somebody else. But I have never felt anything like what you did to poor Abby. Everybody in the Lodge felt it, even the ones who aren’t usually connected to us. It shocked Deedee because she had never felt it before. That’s why she came into your room. She was frightened, which made her frightened for Abby. Then you connected her into her sister on purpose. Now, the poor girl’s so frustrated she can’t see straight!”

I turned off the water and raised my head to look at her, my confusion written all over my face.

“Don’t give me that!” Nicky snapped, still angry. “Every single one of us felt it. Now we’re all in just about the same shape as poor Deedee. The only thing is, Deedee can never have what you give us. She is like Serkia. She’ll lose all her powers if she doesn’t remain a virgin!”

“So ... Nicky was frustrated! Could she be right? Had what I had done to Abby affected all of them?” I thought to myself. I quickly scanned to find most of them still crowded into my room, and spilling out into the hallway. Nicky was right. I could sense the mass of sexual frustration.

“Holy shit!” I thought, as I toweled myself dry. Nicky stood there looking at me, her arms crossed under her breasts, her chest heaving in frustration, waiting on me to do something.

I crossed the distance between us and kissed my sister deeply. Then connecting everyone in the hall and my bedroom, except for Abby, who was still lying lethargically on my bed, I began to share the depths of my love. After only a few moments, I did as I had done to Abby earlier and switched to share the depths of my desires and passions. I piled it on, using every sexual thought or desire I had in me.

I could sense their libidos ratcheting up dramatically, as they began furiously frigging their own or any other pussy they could reach. I felt my energies draining rapidly. With what little energy I had left, I went back to adding the depths of my love for each of them to the desires I was already feeding them. My mind was on autopilot now as I gave them everything I had.

Nicky was gasping for breath as she finally pulled away. When she did, I ran out of steam and my connection to all the other girls fell apart. I felt my legs giving out as I slid down to the shower floor. With my head between my hands, I shuddered as the last vestiges of my energy dissipated.

Sometime later, I looked up and found Nicky was gone. I didn’t move, nor did I even have the energy to scan. I wasn’t unconscious. It was more like my whole body just felt numb.

“Here, drink this, Michael,” Nicky said, holding out a bottle of Coke.

I chugged it without a pause. Nicky took the empty bottle and replaced it with another one. This one I sipped a little slower. Then, handing her the second empty Coke bottle, I belched.

“Thanks,” I was finally able to say.

“I think I should be the one thanking you,” Nicky said tenderly. Her earlier frustrations were now gone. “You realize that we’re going to have to talk about this one, Michael.”

“Yeah...” I replied. “I know. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. But you need to get dressed and get out of here,” she said, pushing my shorts and t-shirt at me. “I’m sure the others are going to be coming in here any minute and if you’re still here, we’ll never get to the Omugi celebration.”

I did as she suggested, still too tired to resist as I made my way to the great room. Deciding I needed more energy, I stumbled to the small kitchen off the great room and began rummaging for snacks. Then, loaded down with a box of graham crackers, a jar of peanut butter, two bananas, and an apple, along with another bottle of Coke, I plopped down on the couch to inhale my repast while I waited on the girls.

“What just happened?” Sandy asked, out of breath, as she was coming in the front door of the Lodge. She was acting as if she could barely move as she plopped down on the couch beside me.

“What do you mean?” I thought as innocently as I could. I couldn’t speak with my mouth full of banana.

“C’mon Michael. I’m worn out and it was you that did it to me. I almost wrecked the cart getting it stopped before I had the most incredible orgasm. Out of the clear blue, it just seemed to jump up and grab me,” Sandy said breathlessly.

“She’s right, Michael,” Catherine said as she walked into the great room with her small bag. “Someone could have been seriously injured or even killed if you had pulled that stunt when one of us was doing something like driving a car.”

I hung my head. Catherine was right. Suddenly I thought of Dawn and Debbie and the three sets of twins with them. They were driving that big RV. I immediately scanned, and found them on the side of the road. They all seemed okay, but somewhat dazed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that would happen,” I said apologetically.

“Well, Bucky’s here with the wagon. We’ll discuss this when we get to the train,” Catherine said as she went out to the wagon. Catherine’s self-confidence was such that she didn’t bother to tell everyone to come on; she just assumed that if she led, they would follow. And that’s what we did.

It felt a little strange as the girls all walked past me without saying anything. I didn’t see Abby or Deedee, and assumed they were still recovering.

Bucky had the big wagon hitched to the tractor, just as Buddy had done earlier, and was helping everyone load their luggage, when Ileana called me to come back in.

“Mother asked me to bring these to you,” she said, pointing to two ornate chests sitting on the floor. “They’re sealed, but I’ll show you how to open them when we reach the train.”

I had seen the small chest before and surmised that it held the crown and gauntlets I had worn for the ceremony, while the longer case must be the sword.

Kalani approached Ileana and me carrying a small leather pouch.

“I want to give this to you now,” she said, dumping the contents out in her hand. It was the ring.

Then reaching out and taking my hand, Kalani slipped the ring on my finger. I couldn’t help the small shiver that ran down my spine as I recalled her words about how no man had ever tried on the ring and lived.

“There. That should be the safest place for you to keep it until you get home,” Kalani told me. Then standing on her tiptoes, she kissed my cheek.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” I told her.

“No, thank you, My Lord,” she replied. Then she turned and walked out to board the wagon.

I looked at the ring on my finger. While I had worn it briefly, for the ceremony, I had returned it to A’komi immediately afterwards, having never taken the time to study it thoroughly.

I took the time now, slipping it back off to examine closer. I knew the ring was ancient, but it shone with a luster that belied its age. There were symbols on the sides, beneath the unknown red stone that actually looked like it was made of some kind of transparent metal. I had no idea what the symbols meant, but the ring felt good. In fact, the moment Kalani had slipped it on my finger, I seemed to feel better.

Carrying the pair of cases out to the wagon, I carefully placed them on the last row of seats before climbing up to sit beside them. Ileana climbed up beside me without saying a word. The others all sat in the front rows of the wagon, still talking with each other.

Finally, Serkia and Vie came out, leading Deedee and Abby. Pipiti followed behind. It looked as if the three sisters were protecting Abby and Deedee. Probably from me, but I was too tired to care. Nobody spoke to me all the way back to the train.

I made the short trip thinking about what had just happened. When we arrived at the train about fifteen minutes later, I still didn’t have any answers. However, I noticed that the ring seemed warm on my finger.

By the time we arrived, I was feeling much better. I set my two cases and my toiletry bag on the concrete platform next to the train and stared at the monstrosity in front of the train. Harvey Newman was already there, but he wasn’t using the same engine he had used before. This one was long and black, with a dark cloud billowing from its smokestack. There was also a tender coupled between the engine and the Guest Wing.

When he saw us approaching, Harvey jumped from the cab of the old steam engine and headed towards where Nicky and I stood on the loading platform.

“Howdy, there, young feller,” Harvey said to me as he offered me a calloused hand.

“Thank you for coming to get us, Mr. Newman,” I replied, as I started to take his hand. Suddenly I remembered what Kalani had told me about men touching the ring. I quickly moved the ring to my left hand to prevent any future handshake problems, then shook Mr. Newman’s hand.

“I told you to call me Harvey. I hope you don’t mind, but I brought Miss Bessie this time,” he told me.

“Miss Bessie?” I asked, looking around for Mrs. Newman.

Harvey laughed at my puzzlement, then with a small jerk of his head towards the steam engine he said, “That’s Miss Bessie.”

I grinned at him and then took a moment to look closely at the gleaming locomotive and tender now coupled to the Guest Wing car. He waited patiently until I turned back to face him.

“She’s a 4-8-2 built by the Baldwin Locomotive Works in 1923 and delivered to the Great Northern Railroad in the fall of ‘23. Designated as a Class P-2 ‘Mountain’, she has 29 x 28 cylinders, 73” drivers, an upgraded 210 psi boiler pressure, a tractive effort of 57,580 pounds and she weighs a whopping 365,600 pounds,” Harvey recited effortlessly. “All of which made her perfect for pulling passenger trains in her day. Great Northern assigned her road number 2528, and put her into passenger service. Her specialty was the Empire Builder, Great Northern’s transcontinental passenger service from Minnesota to Oregon. She was eventually replaced by the S-2 Northern’s though, and moved to freight service.”

I found myself becoming entranced as Harvey told us about Miss Bessie. The similarities between Harvey and my great-grandfather were striking, and I began to see what he was talking about when he told Catherine, back in Albuquerque, that we had a lot in common.

“They finally retired her in ‘55 and she sat in the yard until my daddy bought her in ‘62 and started overhauling her,” Harvey continued. “Daddy passed in ‘63, before he could get her finished.”

“My Daddy also died before the Rowena was finished,” Catherine volunteered.

“Well, hello, Mrs. Wagner. I didn’t see you there. I was just tellin’ Michael here about Miss Bessie. My wife wishes I’d get a real mistress,” Harvey laughed. “She says she can’t compete with something that outweighs her by 182 tons.”

We all laughed.

“Is Mrs. Newman with you?” Catherine asked the old railroader. She had invited Harvey to bring his wife when she made the arrangements for him to move the train to the reservation.

“Ma’am, I’d’a had to call out the National Guard to put down the riot if’n I’d tried to keep her from comin’ on this run,” Harvey quipped. “Sometimes, I think she’s a bigger rail nut than I am.” Then nodding towards the Rowena, he added, “The last I heard, she was in the galley there, showing that pretty young girl how to make a blackberry cobbler.”

“Excellent,” Catherine said. “Once we get everything loaded, we’ll be ready to go.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Harvey replied. “I figure it’ll only take a couple of hours to make the run. And I want to thank you for letting me use Miss Bessie. I don’t often get runs short enough to use her like this.”

“You’re most welcome, Mr. Newman,” Catherine replied. “While I may not be a ‘train nut’ like my daddy or your wife, I know enough to appreciate a true classic like Miss Bessie.”

Catherine headed for the vestibule at the other end of the three cars that made up our train as Bucky returned to the platform from carrying the last of the luggage on-board.

“All aboard-d-d!” Harvey sang out, then headed for the cab of the big 4-8-2 Mountain locomotive. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” he thought to himself with a grin.

“Come on, Nicky. Let’s get on board,” I said to my sister as I picked up my pair of cases.

I quickly stashed the cases in my stateroom, then headed for the Dining Car. Our group was so large now; it was the only place we could all be together.

As I entered the Dining Car, I made a visual sweep.

Kalani, Anna, Izzy, Hanna, Kathy Lynn, Sandy, Serkia, Adriana, Vickie, Amy, Deedee, Narvenia, Vie, Pipiti, Randi, Abby, Ileana, and Nicky were all there. Karla and a woman that I assumed was Mrs. Newman were busy in the galley.

I still felt tired, but I summoned the energy to scan for the others and located Grace and Natalie in the Guest Wing. They were taking delight in showing Sunny something in their stateroom. Penny was also in the Guest Wing, securing the doors, and Kip was doing the same in the Rowena. I saw that Jessica was busy in her room, probably reassembling her drafting table. What surprised me was that Ivana, Sturgey, and Trealyn were with Catherine in her stateroom. I hadn’t known they were coming, but it made sense. Bohdan had stormed out earlier this morning in anger, leaving them behind.

I knew Tommy had been invited to ride with Harvey in the cab. I figured Penny must have arranged it for security reasons, but I checked on him, just to make sure. They were fine.