Chapter 30: Board Meeting

They were already serving lunch when we got to the Dining Hall, so Julie and I got into line. Nicky and Grace were filling in as servers, so as we approached, I asked them if they needed our help.

Nicky looked up and smiled real big, shaking her head no.

“How’s it going?” I asked her.

“I wouldn’t want to do it for a living, but it’s not bad. Liz and Grandmother came through with a bunch of other ladies, and Sarah and Debbie are just ahead of you. Have you seen the others?”

I shook my head, quickly scanning for them. I finally located them and no one seemed to be in any distress, but none of them were in the Dining Hall. “They must be having fun. I’m sure they’ll be here shortly,” I told Nicky.

“Mable said she’d let us go after the rush, so it shouldn’t be long. Save us a seat,” added Grace.

Julie and I made our way to a table near the back of the hall, so we had a little bit of privacy. I pulled out her chair and held it for her, smiling. Then sat down beside her. She was enjoying the individual attention.

“Julie,” I said. “I wanna talk to you a minute. When I read you back there, I realized that you like to experience things a step at a time, and enjoy it, and learn from it.”

“I know. I like to have things in order,” she replied.

“Well, sexual self-discovery has an order to it. Although everyone’s order is slightly different. What I’d like to help you find, is YOUR order. And while I’m sure you’ll have many boys to meet, and many sexual things to learn, I want you to know that I’ll always be there to help you learn the next one. There is nothing I won’t do, provided you feel it’s the right thing to do. I’ll help you practice kissing, tell you about boys, and let you experiment with whatever you need to, so that you never have to go out and find out the hard way or do something unsafe. Is that okay with you?”

“Does that mean you’ll let me do what Anna and Nicky did? You know? To your thingy?”

“When you are ready, just let me know,” I grinned. “You know I can’t resist a beautiful girl.”

“And will you do my ... you know, like you did to Jen’s?” she asked.

“Anytime you think that’s the next thing you’re ready to learn, you just say the word,” I told her, reassuringly.

“Really?” she asked, surprised.

I nodded.

“What if I asked you to do for me what you did for Nicky?” she asked, testing me, I hoped.

“Well, you’ll have to be a little more specific than that,” I replied.

“Nicky said you spent the whole night licking her ... you know. Her coochie! And Jen said it’s got a fancy name, but she couldn’t remember it. Does it really have its own name and not just licking ... your ... you know?” she blushed as she asked.

I laughed at her awkwardness. “Yes, licking a woman’s vulva has a technical name, and even some rules about doing it. Well, not so much rules as common courtesies. It’s called cunnilingus. And to answer your question, yes. When you are ready, I will be glad to demonstrate. I love doing it!” I told her.

I noticed she had her fist jammed between her legs now, pushing against her panty covered snatch. And my cock was rock hard from the feelings I could sense coursing through her. I leaned over to her and whispered, “A lot of girls like cunnilingus because it gets their pussy ready to take something like this...” as I moved her hand over to touch a very stiff Little Mike, under the table.

She made a sound like a muffled squeak, but didn’t remove her hand right away. I just leaned back in my chair and watched her. She didn’t move her hand, except to squeeze me a little. I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and her hand in her lap moved a little more violently for a moment. Then she froze, before slumping back in her chair.

Breathing heavily, she finally said, “I ... will ... get you ... for that, buster!” she told me, trying hard not to laugh.

“Get him for what?” asked Grace as she and Nicky walked up with their lunch trays.

“Oh, Julie and I were just discussing the finer points of cunnilingus,” I told them.

“WHAT!” said Nicky and Grace at the same time.

“At the table?” added Grace.

“You didn’t?” asked Nicky.

“Not yet!” I said as I winked at Julie.

“Michael, don’t you do that to that poor child!” cried Grace.

“I didn’t do anything ... yet!” I whined.

“Then why is she flushed and looking like she just had an orgasm?” Nicky asked devilishly.

“Ohmygod! You can tell?” cried Julie, as she begin to look around to see if anyone was watching, especially her parents. She looked like she was about to cry.

“Oh, Julie, honey, we’re just teasing. Nobody saw it, I’m sure!” Nicky said quickly.

The girls consoled her until she calmed down some. Then Julie looked at me as she said, “THAT was so mean ... and so-o-o ... wonderful. You are definitely not the same cousin you were before.”

Nicky looked at me, and I could see the question on her face. I just shook my head from side to side.

“What exactly did he do?” asked Grace, curious now.

The three girls put their heads together, whispering excitedly. Their conversation was punctuated with lots of giggles and “He didn’t!” and “He is so-o-o bad!” and of course the occasional glance my way.

Finally, I stood and gathered everyone’s tray to return to the kitchen. I decided I needed a nap. As I headed up the hill to the Lodge, Nicky caught up with me. Huffing, she told me, “Michael, I need you. Now!” She was flushed, but not from the running. I knew immediately what she needed.

“Oh well, I didn’t really want a nap anyway,” I thought, taking her hand as we walked towards the Lodge together.

Nicky was on fire! When we got to my room, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. I didn’t need to be an Empath to sense what she wanted.

“Michael, we need to talk, but not now. Right now I need you to put that thing inside of me! Please.”

As she dragged me to the bed I could smell her arousal. I fell on the bed, pulling her on top of me, our mouths melding into another passionate kiss. I ran my hands up and down her body caressing it with my fingertips. Then lifting her large breast, I sucked the nipple into my mouth and nursed as hard as I could, sucking the imaginary milk from her nipple and then lightly chewing on it. Then switching to do the same to the other one. She pulled back, stretching her breast and rock hard nipple as far as she could until it popped from my mouth, then quickly smothered my mouth with the first nipple again. She was scraping her pussy against my pubic bone, trying to stimulate her clit. Desperate, she used her hand to guide my throbbing cock to the entrance of her pussy, impaling herself in one stroke.

“Ahaa-uhmph ... oh-o-o ... god-d-d...!” she moaned loudly.

She remained on her hands and knees, grinding her cunt in small circles. I licked at her swinging nipples, trying to catch one in my mouth. When I did, I bit lightly with my teeth, pulling as far as I dared. She moaned as it snapped back, and ground into me harder. Finally she pushed back, sitting up straight as she began to pump her pussy rapidly up and down. I kept my hands lightly on her hips to keep her centered, but this was all about her discovering a new part of her sexuality, the raw animal sex side. The desire to fuck. Hard and fast. Wild and passionate, she let herself go all-out for what she wanted, pushing her boundaries to new heights. There was a sheen of perspiration all over her body, and I could tell her legs were tiring. So, pulling her down to me and wrapping her in my arms, I rolled us over.

She was surprised my member was still lodged deeply in her pussy, and relief was coming to her legs which were aching from the exertion. I fucked her now swollen pussy slowly, grinding against her clit on each stroke, I sensed she wanted more, and harder, so I sit back and raised her legs until they were touching her breasts.

“Hold ‘em,” I instructed her. Then I began to pound her pussy with all the speed and strength I had.

“Sixteen or not, I can’t keep this up for long. But damn, she sure is sexy spread open like that!” I thought.

“Fuck me, Michael! Fuck your little sister hard!” she panted. Her words did it, and I started pounding her harder than I could ever remember in either life.

Finally, I couldn’t help it as I started to feel the rumbling deep in my balls. Sensing that, my already massive missile thrusting into her tight channel suddenly become even larger, sending her over the edge, just as I bathed the back of her pussy with my scalding cum juice!

“I’m-m-m-m ... cum ... ming-g-g...!” she screamed. Then she went totally limp, lying beneath me, recoiling from each aftershock as my cock still pulsed inside her. As I lay there trying to catch my breath, she put her arms around me and pulled me to her side, my wilting member sliding from her pussy with a ‘plop’.

“Damn Michael! I had no idea it could be like that!” she said grinning. “It just keeps getting better every time you fuck me!” she laughed. “Please don’t tell me it gets any better, I don’t think I could take it!”

“Oh, we’re just getting started. You won’t believe how much better it gets!” I told her, in winded gasps.

“I don’t think I could take it if it does. Damn, my pussy is sore. But I sure do like it when you fuck me hard like that. Especially with you on top. And when you bent my legs back, I felt so vulnerable. I think I came right then.”

She continued to chat about her experience while we recuperated. After a few minutes I said, “Okay, you ready for round two?” Getting up as if to do it again.

“No-o-o! No more! Please!” she cried as she covered her pussy with both hands and squeezed her legs together tightly.

“Wimp!” I teased as I slapped her thigh playfully and headed to the communal bathroom. I was back with a damp washcloth in moments and gently began to wipe her off. She just lay there, completely limp, as she enjoyed the soft caresses. When I finished, I laid back down beside her and pulled the sheet up over us.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Nicky, you never have to thank me for loving you,” I protested.

“I’m not thanking you for the sex. I’m thanking you for being gentle and kind,” she said. “I am thanking you for understanding. Now that we have actually done it, I think I see what you’re talking about.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Before the accident, we were not that close. The old Michael seemed to have gone on the typical ‘spoiled rich kid’ trip, and didn’t have too much to do with me. Then Mom and Dad were killed, and I fell apart. The only thing I had left in life was my brother, and the doctors didn’t think he would recover,” Nicky explained. “But since you woke up, it has been like I could start living again. I understand now, that we will always have each other. And that you will take care of me, and I don’t have to worry about being alone. You’ll always be there for me.”

“You’re right!” I said with a huge smile, hugging her tightly. “And I’m glad. But I want you to live your life for you, not me. Since we can’t ever marry, you need to get out and meet other guys.”

“We’ll see,” she told me knowingly. I got the feeling she knew something I didn’t, but I decided not to scan her. Nicky would tell me when she wanted me to know.

“And Michael,” she said, pausing to look me straight in the eyes, “I’ll always be there for you, too!”

I just lay there basking in her glow. After a while, Nicky asked, “Michael, what are you going to do about Grace? And the other girls too?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Something happened yesterday. Grace is acting different. She’s not so insecure about things. Especially you!” Nicky said as she kissed the tip of my nose. “So anyway, when I left the table to come be with you, she seemed upset. I love her, Michael. Like the sister I never had. And I don’t want to make her sad. But I can’t help wanting you. I don’t know what to do.”

I held her as I scanned the ranch. Grace was in her room. Julie was with the moms down at the beach. The dads were on the other side of the lake, fishing. Catherine and Liz were about a mile to the northeast, talking with a group of women, and looking at wildflowers. Randi and Natalie were in the stables and happily doing something with one of the young colts. Jennifer was moving, probably on a cart with Sandy, and talking happily nonstop to her.

“Come on. Let’s go talk to Grace. She’s upset but I think I know why,” I said.

“Why is that?” Nicky asked.

“It’s hard for me to explain, but yesterday, when she saw Rose’s feelings, and as she watched what Catherine does for me, she decided that’s what she wanted to do with her life. I describe it to myself as being grounded or anchored. Always in balance and ready for anything I throw at her,” I tried to explain.

Nicky still looked confused.

“Nicky, I think she has found that place in my life she was looking for. Even while I was still in the coma, she dreamed of us being together. Well, you’ve seen my life. Does it look like there will ever be only one?”

Nicky just shook her head.

“There’s so much in this life I want to do! I figure I must have been given a second chance for some reason. There are people out there that I may be able to help! You, our cousins, Rose and Eve, and their clan. And I’m sure there will be others. And you have so much you can do with your life too. I’m sure you will do many great things. I hope I am a part of some of them,” I told her

You’d better be!” Nicky told me.

“Well, Grace had nothing she wanted or felt she could do, until yesterday. That’s when she saw some of what I rely on Catherine to do for me. And she realized she could have a special place in my life, by doing those things for me, and she knew instinctively that she would be good at it,” I said, pausing to see if Nicky understood. Sensing she was beginning to understand, I continued.

“I think I love her, Nicky. Almost as much as I love you. And I love you more than anyone! And I need her. Catherine can’t possibly keep up with me, and there’s the perception of the difference in our ages. But together, Catherine and Grace enable me to do all the things I have to do.”

“And now she wants you,” Nicky said.

“Yes, and I want her,” I said.

“When are you gonna tell her about you?” Nicky asked softly. “You know you’ll have to now.”

“Yes. I have to tell her. Would you go with me, and help her try to understand?”

“Of course! I told you I would always be there for my brother,” she replied. “And there’s no time like the present, Dad used to say. But why don’t we stop by the bathroom first?”

After a stop to freshen up, we went down the hall to Grace’s room. The door was open, but she didn’t look up when I knocked on the door frame.

“Grace? Can Nicky and I come in? We’d like to talk with you. Please,” I asked.

I stood there, unsure where to begin, when Nicky said, “Grace, since you are our sister, and we love you to pieces, and Michael told me what happened with you yesterday and all. Well, it just seems like we’re gonna become even closer together in the future. So there’s something that Michael wants you to know about his past. But he is scared it will cause you to reject him and maybe even leave us. Grandmother and I are two of the three people who know, and you’ll be the fourth.”

“What is it? Is something wrong?” Grace asked quickly.

“No, nothing is wrong,” Nicky told her. “Michael, why don’t you share with her what you just shared with me. The part about Grace, not the other.”

Looking at Grace for permission, she nodded, so I shared our earlier conversation. When I was through, Nicky asked Grace, “Is it true? Is he right?”

“I think so. I hadn’t thought about it from that perspective, I guess. I just know that I’m no longer worried about marrying Michael and settling down and all that stuff. I realized that he is gifted and talented and wants to share those gifts and talents to help other people and I think that’s wonderful and I want to help him,” Grace told her.

“And I want your help and your love, Grace. I really do need you. But if we are going to ever be close, you must know about my past. Some of it will be hard to believe. That’s why I asked Nicky to help me tell you,” I told her.

Nicky linked her arm through Grace’s, and smiled at her reassuringly. Then looking at me, she nodded.

I knelt on the floor in front of them, placing my hand on both their legs, as I said, “I’m going to replay my memory of my conversation with Catherine last Tuesday morning. Then I will leave you to think and talk with Nicky. I love you Grace. I only hope you won’t hate me,” I said, as my eyes watered a little.

I played the memory for them and then I rose and walked silently out the door. Grace never said a word.

Thoughts of Grace kept running through my mind as I sat on the porch, listening as Jenny told me all about working with Sandy. She had had fun, and learned a lot, but what she had enjoyed most was being treated as an adult.

“I need to pass that on to Catherine and Sarah,” I thought. “It should help them to know that about Jenny.”

“Would you, Michael? Please...” Jenny said. “I am so tired of being treated like a child!”

“Can you read all my thoughts?” I asked amazed.

“Not really. Just the ones about me,” she answered. “It seems to have started after we, you know ... Saturday morning ... when you made me cum!”

“Is there a correlation? Have I ever made Grace cum?” I wondered.

Grace and Nicky were still in Grace’s room. I was in agony, but I had promised myself I would not scan them. The situation was too likely to change from moment to moment, and I could get the wrong impression, so it was better to wait until they had worked through it.

Everyone else finally drifted back in from their day and we all went down to dinner together. Randi and Natalie talked nonstop about all they did with the vet. Candy and Mandy had checked in the deliveries, and then hung out with some of the other staff, doing chores around the ranch and having a good time making new friends. Mandy said a couple of the girls were going to take them on the trail ride Wednesday. Liz and Catherine said they had a good time talking grandchildren and flowers with the ladies, and Julie just beamed, when anyone asked about her day.

As we left for the Dining Hall, I asked Catherine if I could talk with her, John, and Jeff after supper. There was a dance in the outdoor Pavilion at eight, but I thought we’d have time.

So after dinner, the four of us made our way back to the Lodge. After we got settled at one of the small tables in a corner of the big room, Catherine turned to me.

“It’s your show,” she said.

“Thank you, Grandmother,” I replied. “I want to thank each of you for being patient with me this last week. I can’t help but feel I’m responsible for both of you being away from your normal activities. I want to talk a little about what happened to me, but before I do, John, may I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” John replied. I could tell he was not used to meeting called by teenagers.

“How would I go about getting emancipated?” I asked.

“Emancipation of a juvenile is handled differently in each state. I cannot say for New York, but in Tennessee, it only requires a juvenile court order,” John told us. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, here’s the idea. Wagner Labs has a scientific process they developed and own. The Russian Government wants it. Our Government doesn’t want it and could care less if the Russians do. So I suggested we sell it to them. But as I understand it, Wagner Industries can’t sell until I reach eighteen and take over the company,” I replied. “Is that accurate?”