From the Journals of Michael Wagner
Copyright© 2023 by Phil Brown
Chapter 32: Sarah
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 32: Sarah - In 2011, a fifty-six-year-old man, suffering from depression, puts a gun to his head and pulls the trigger. But instead of dying, he finds himself alive in the body of a sixteen-year-old boy, in 1971. And he soon discovers that whoever did this to him accidently gave him empathic abilities. They also gave him a purpose. A mission to save his world. This then, is his story, taken from his own journals. The amazing story of how he came to change the world.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Magic Incest Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Pregnancy Nudism Royalty
Tuesday, May 25, 1971
Nicky and Grace were still asleep as I crawled out of bed, trying not to wake them. I stopped by my room and grabbed my jock strap, did some stretches and started my run to the registration building. By the time I returned, I wasn’t nearly as winded as I had been before.
Out on the front lawn, Anna was going through some sort of ritual, moving with grace and poise. I watched her as I did my cool down stretches.
Finishing her exercises, Anna picked up her towel to wipe off the perspiration.
“Good morning!” she said. So she HAD noticed me watching.
“Good morning,” I replied. “Welcome back. When did you get in?”
“Thanks. I got back late last night,” Anna said. “I’m surprised to see you up this early. Especially after all the racket I heard coming from Nicky and Randi’s room so late!” she teased.
“Adults tend to forget the resiliency of youth, especially once they’ve passed thirty and senility begins to set in,” I teased back.
Anna made a face at me, but didn’t say anything.
“What were you doing?” I asked.
“They’re from my martial arts training. They are called katas. Have you ever practiced martial arts?”
“Not that I remember,” I laughed. “Could you show me how?”
“They’re not hard to learn, but they can take a lifetime to master. Come stand next to me.”
And with that, she began instructing me. I found it was easier if I read her instead of listening. I found her relaxed yet focused as she led me through the movements. It didn’t take her long to realize I was reading her. She seemed to sense it, because she stopped speaking and began to think her corrections to my movement.
“No. Don’t force it!” she thought. “Here, watch this...” and she began to show me what it should look like. “Now, breathe in and exhale...” and we began again.
Sarah, Julie, and Jenny were standing on the porch watching as we finished. I was feeling the ache of muscles that had not been used very much in the last six weeks. But a hot shower and lots of water to drink would take care of that.
“Whatcha doing?” asked Julie.
“Anna was showing me some of her martial arts katas,” I told them.
“Her what?” Jenny asked.
“They’re a system of basic body positioning and movement exercises, used to practice certain martial arts. They are also called forms,” explained Anna.
“And you and Julie, and the other girls are going to learn them, too,” I said. “As soon as Anna agrees to teach us!” I grinned at Anna.
“That’s not a bad idea. I could show you some basics; then, when you get home, we’ll find you a sensei,” she said.
“But ... why?” Jenny asked.
I mounted the steps to the porch, and took both her hands in mine.
“Because, you are beautiful, and sexy, and I don’t want anyone taking advantage of you when I’m not around!” I told her.
“Not to mention it will help you become sexier!” Anna added.
“Sexier?” this from Sarah.
“Martial arts aren’t all about breaking boards and throwing people around. They also teach grace, poise, breathing, self-awareness, and self-control, not to mention the benefits of regular exercise. All of which add to a woman’s inner beauty and sexiness,” Anna explained.
“Can pregnant women do it too?” Sarah asked, clearly interested now.
“Of course. At least the katas, for now. We’ll need to consult with my sensei about any special requirements,” Anna said. “I’ll be glad to check on a sensei for you when you go home, if you’d like.”
“That would be great!” I smiled. “Now, I’ve got to get a shower. Are you all headed to breakfast?”
“Yeah, Julie and I get to work with Sandy this morning on a special project,” Jennifer said.
“Then I’ll see you in the Dining Hall in a little while,” I said as they headed down the hill to the Dining Hall.
Anna was already in the communal showers when I got there. I felt her sadness and confusion, so I didn’t tease her.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on, or do I need to read you?” I asked gently.
“Oh, Michael, would you? Read me, I mean? I don’t know if I could tell it all without crying again.
So I did.
Anna and her Aunt Jaye had flown to Washington DC on Sunday morning. They met her father at his townhouse, and after a late lunch, they settled in the living room, Anna in a chair, and her Dad and his sister on the couch.
“Anna, honey,” her dad stammered out, “after I got your call Friday night, I called Jaye. We talked it over and decided it’s time to lay all the cards on the table, so to speak. I ... ah...” Her dad couldn’t seem to find the words.
“It was the summer of 1938,” Jaye said softly. “Your dad had just graduated from West Point. He was twenty-two. I was seventeen. I had been in love with him for as long as I could remember.
“I’ll never forget the day we picked him up at the train station in Pueblo. He was dressed in his uniform with all those ribbons and medals pinned to his breast. He looked magnificent! I decided right then that I just had to have him at least once before he went off to marry that girl from Boston and maybe even go to war. In my mind I think I rationalized that it might be the last time I ever saw him alive.”
Jaye looked at Anna as she continued. “I knew we only had two weeks before we all were going to go back east to the wedding, so that night, after everyone went to sleep, I slipped into his room and climbed into bed with him.”
“Fuck!” said Anna, looking not at Jaye, but her father.
“Before Jaye tries to take all the blame,” the General said, “I was the older brother and should have stopped her. But, you see, I had been in love with her for years. That night was the first time I had ever been able to tell her, and in the heat of the moment, I did.”
“We spent every possible moment we could together. It was hard to do that without mom and dad finding out,” Jaye took up the narrative again. “I spent every night in his arms, going back to my room just before the sun rose every morning. And let me tell you, when I was with him, it was pure heaven, but every time I left him, it was agony.
“At the end of the two weeks, we all boarded the train for Boston to watch him get married, to your mother,” Jaye continued. “I was wracked with grief at his leaving, knowing he was out of my life for good.”
Despite all her efforts, Anna was crying now, barely able to speak as she remembered. I continued to scan her emotional memories.
“Your mother was a good woman, Anna,” said her dad as he took up the story. “She deserved better than me. But she was an only child from a family with a long military history, and she was pressured by them to marry a soldier. I needed the connections her family offered if I was to go anywhere in the Army, so it was a marriage of convenience. I hoped that it would grow to love, before it ended,” he said sadly.
“School was starting before I finally admitted I was pregnant,” Jaye picked up the tale. “Dad did everything he could, short of beating me, to get me to tell him who the father was, but I never did. I dropped out of school, and the next March, I was the mother of a bright-eyed baby boy. Freddy was the light of my life, and I stayed on the ranch, helping my parents, and they helped me raise him. I wrote Manny often, but I never told him he was a father.”
Jaye saw the puzzled look that had come over Anna’s face. “That’s my pet name for him,” Jaye explained. Manny smiled as he placed his hand on his sister’s as she continued.
“It was after the war, when Manny came home for Daddy’s funeral that I finally told him. I had to. The resemblance was impossible to miss.”
“You mean I have a brother?” asked Anna incredulously.
“Had. He died this spring in Viet Nam. Operation Lam Son was a fiasco, and his platoon was wiped out,” her dad said, sadly. Jaye was weeping quietly.
“I never told your mother,” her dad told Anna. “Freddy was just about 6 months older than you and I’m sure your mom would not have understood. Incest is a very good reason to be kicked out of the Army. So I told no one and began to look for a way to help Jaye.”
The General stopped and smiled at Jaye. She tried to smile back.
“Buddy was my driver in North Africa and Italy. One day, in the fall of ‘43, we were moving north, through Italy, behind two divisions, when we ran over a land mine. Our jeep was thrown upside down, pinning Buddy under it in a rain-swollen ditch. I was hurt, but had been thrown clear. Somehow, I was able to crawl to Buddy. I tried to push the jeep off of him, but it was too heavy for an injured man. So I sat there, holding his head out of the water so he wouldn’t drown. I sat with him like that for the rest of the day and all night, in a pouring rain.”
Anna could only stare, as this side of her father’s life was finally revealed.
“We were finally found by a squadron of tanks, trailing the troops. Buddy was med-evac’d out, but I decided to stay. It was only a busted ankle, and at the time, I didn’t have the luxury of slowing down to take proper care of it. So it never did heal up well. That’s why you see me limp sometimes when it’s cold and rainy out. It would be over two years before I saw Buddy again.
“After your grandfather’s funeral,” her dad told Anna, “I returned to Washington. I was a Colonel, stationed at the Pentagon and on my way to General. I happened to run into Buddy, who was being discharged. We went to a bar and got shit-faced for old times’ sake. As we caught up on each other, he confessed the full extent of his injuries and how he despaired of ever finding a wife. I realized he and Jaye were close in age and began to hatch a plan in my head to get them together. About three months later, I talked him in to coming out to the ranch with me. He had grown up on a small ranch in Texas, and fell in love with the place. Jaye though, was a different story.”
“I hated the idea, so when Manny introduced us ... I’m afraid I wasn’t very nice to Buddy at first. I mean, it wasn’t the fact he couldn’t have sex,” she blushed as she said it. “Lord knows I had never had much to begin with. But something about my brother fixing me up just didn’t sit right. Somehow, your dad finally convinced me to hire him on as a foreman, since Daddy was gone. And over time, he grew on me. We became friends, and then best friends. It was wonderful to finally have someone my own age to talk to. And he was so good for Freddy, too. Eventually he convinced me to marry him.”
“But if Buddy couldn’t have sex, what about Sandy?” Anna suddenly asked.
Dead silence!
“Sandy is actually your half-sister too,” her dad said, sighing. “You see, your mother decided she didn’t want to leave Boston, and her horses. The fact is, she hated Washington, and since I was working long hours, trying to move up the ladder, she decided to stay in Boston. She said she didn’t want to take you out of school. And she loved her horses more than anything else in the world, except you.”
“Your dad and Buddy reached an agreement, and every time your dad would visit, Buddy would check out the west range,” Jaye explained. “When Sandy was born, everyone just assumed she was Buddy’s. And we decided that it was for the best.”
“Anna, Sandy doesn’t know, yet,” her father told her.
“Do I have any other half-siblings anywhere?” Anna asked angrily.
“I probably deserved that,” the General said. “But no. I’ve only ever been with your mother and Jaye.” He paused and then added, “ ... and one other,” as he looked directly at her.
I just held Anna as she cried. Finally, she raised her swollen eyes to me. “What am I going to do, Michael?” she asked.
I began to share my feeling of how proud I was of her for tackling this issue, and my confidence that she would work it out, as I led her to her room and put her to bed. I could tell the emotional healing had begun.
Julie and Jenny were leaving with Sandy as I arrived at the Dining Hall. I grabbed my breakfast and went to the table where they had just ate, asking Sarah if I could join her.
“Please do, Michael. I was just having a cup of coffee and enjoying the view,” she said as I sat down. I didn’t say anything. I could tell she had something on her mind, but I didn’t pry.
Finally, she said, “Julie and Jennifer have both told me they are going to have sex with you.”
I remained silent. This was Sarah arguing with herself.
“Was that one of them I heard squealing in Randi’s room last night?” Sarah asked testily.
“No,” I replied softly.
“Then you must have been fucking their older sister, who didn’t even have the courtesy to come talk to me first!”
“That was uncalled for, Sarah!” I snapped back at her. “You were the one who told them you would answer their questions and provide a safe environment to sexually grow up in, and then appeared to go back on your promise. Making catty comments about others is beneath you.”
Sarah bowed her head so I couldn’t see her eyes that were now filling with tears.
“Sarah,” I continued, much more calmly. “I have told both Jenny and Julie I would be glad to help them explore their own sexualities. However, before they gave up their virginity, they should talk with you; that you could help them. Now, I’m not so sure my counsel was wise.”
“I don’t know why this is so hard for me. I talked with my Mom last night, and John. I know I’ve been rough on you, Michael. I’m sorry. It’s just hard to accept that they’re growing up.”
“They’re not grown yet. And something tells me they are going to need you more, not less in the future,” I told her.
“I thought ... I mean, she told Mom she was ready and all,” Sarah said, absently. Again, she was arguing with herself. When I scanned her, I found out the ‘she’ Sarah was referring to was her oldest daughter, Randi. I could also sense some jealousy when she thought about Randi talking to her grandmother.
“Maybe you should just tell me who it was that was screaming,” Sarah said. “Or I’ll just keep jumping to wrong conclusions.”
“Sarah, last night at the dance, Randi told me she was ready to lose her virginity, but I could sense some reluctance. I won’t tell you all of it, but a great deal of it has to do with the idea of not being able to talk with you.”
“But what about all the noise I heard? I know I heard her scream,” Sarah blushed as she said it.
“Sorry about that,” I told her. “Just to put your mind at ease, Sarah, the squealing you heard was not one of your daughters. And we were not fucking. A young lady had her first experience with cunnilingus. That’s all. No virgins were sacrificed to mean old Michael last night.”
“Cunnilingus? She was screaming like that just from having her twat licked?” Sarah was incredulous. Then, she slowly realized what must have happened.
“Holy shit! Maybe John was right!” she thought.
“About...?” I asked with a grin.
She stopped and blushed deeply. She tried to ignore what she had just thought, and then she remembered that I could sense her emotions so I already knew what John had told her.
“He ... he ... said that if I was so worried, I should try you out myself, first,” she finally stammered out.
I stood and held out my hand.
“C’mon,” I said.
She looked torn, but finally, she took my hand and stood. As we walked to the door, Liz and Catherine were coming in. I stopped and hugged both of them.
“Sarah and I are going to my room, we’ll see you all later,” I told them.
Sarah said nothing, refusing to look at her mom and aunt. Liz smiled. I detected envy in her emotions. I gave Catherine the whole conversation without pausing as I led a quiet Sarah past them, up the hill to the Lodge.
The bed in my room was still made, since I had spent the night with Grace and Nicky. When I closed the door, the dam broke, the tears started, and shortly, the rest of the story.
“Three years ago, John was diagnosed with testicular cancer,” the words tumbled out amid the tears. “They caught it early, but the treatments were terrible and we thought they had made him sterile. What was worse was that it also destroyed most of his libido.
“Oh, he still tries to satisfy me if I ask him to. Mostly he uses his hands and mouth to get me off, but it’s upsetting for him, and after a while, I quit asking,” she said sadly.
“But still being in my prime, he worries about me and so every once in a while, he makes an effort. About two months ago, he won a huge case with a multi-million dollar settlement. He came home so excited he couldn’t even make it to the bedroom. He took me right there in the kitchen. We haven’t fucked like that in years. It was like old times and I loved it,” she smiled briefly as she remembered. “That must have been when I got pregnant,” she added.
Sarah was silent for a moment, then continued.
“Anyway, he hasn’t been able to do much of anything since then, except the other night at Anna’s. And with being here, and everything with the girls, I’ve been climbing the walls with desire. Almost as if I was a teenager again.”
I just arched my eyebrows at her statement.
“Yes, Michael, I can remember what it was like, and you’d think I would be more sympathetic towards the girls. But instead of understanding, I became bitter. I’m frustrated and jealous. Then I found out I’m pregnant! Do you have any idea what that’s like? I mean, what all those hormones can do to you?”
What a set-up line! I could think of a couple of wise-ass cracks, but I steered clear of them. “Does John know any of this?” I asked, instead.
“Oh, he knows all right! John knows all this. He was the one that reminded me when I tried to go back on my word. He’s the one that pointed out the hormonal changes going on in my body were pushing my emotional buttons. He’s the one who keeps telling me not to fight Mother Nature. And he’s the one that told me I should just let you screw me.”
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