Chapter 1

Brian was an ordinary kid, living in an ordinary town in the Midwest state of Kansas in the sometimes great country of the United States of America. He had just turned fourteen years old, and rode his bike, his most treasured possession, everywhere. He rode it to school, downtown to the arcade on Main Street, to friends’ homes, and often to the Library. His hometown was small, around 7,000 people if you included the farms that encircled it. Nestled in the flint hills, created at the same geologic time period as the Ouachita mountains, crustal displacement created a series of valleys that were known as the Tri Valley area. It had been within the lands claimed by the Osage Indian tribe who had become wealthy almost overnight by the discovery of oil on their reservation. It is part of the area that is called the Mid-Continent Oilfield.

Brian and his family lived outside the City Limits by about three miles. His Dad, Dan, farmed three thousand acres and worked at the refinery outside of town. His Mom, Cathy, was a High School Counselor, and he had an older sister Katlin, who had just turned fifteen.

Brian was on his way home from school on Friday when he was run off the road by a farm truck that had oncoming traffic and no place to go. Brian wasn’t hit by the truck, but left the road in order to avoid being hit. He went into the ditch and the front wheel hit the far bank and stopped the forward movement of the bicycle. It did not stop the forward movement of it’s rider however. Brian went over the handlebars and his head and left shoulder hit a tree in the fence line bringing him to an abrupt stop. Thankfully his head hadn’t been squared up on the tree, it hit a glancing blow to the side of his skull, ripping a three inch gash from his forehead almost to his ear. His shoulder took the brunt of the blunt force trauma, his collar bone broke in two places. He lay unconscious for over two hours before he was found by his father who had come looking for him when he hadn’t shown up on time.

Dan took his son to the County Hospital Emergency Center, his head wound required twenty five stitches. He was given two pints of blood to replenish what had been lost, head wounds bleed a lot. He had also received a concussion, how severe they didn’t know. Brian was admitted and placed in the Intensive Care Unit for observation. Dan called his wife Cathy and a few minutes later she and Katlin, his older sister, were at the hospital in the waiting room with her husband. It turned into a long wait.

Just after three in the morning of the next day, Brian woke to a terrible headache. At least he thought he was awake, the shadow of a man stood before him. He said,

“Brian, it’s good to have you with us. You have fulfilled a prophecy made over a thousand years ago! Welcome to the Universe’s repository of knowledge, past and future histories, and directory of all people dead, living, and yet to be born. You have been granted access to all of the information contained within the confines of our vaults. Any questions you may ask will be answered immediately, anyone’s history in the past, present, and future will be given to you as if you were inside that person and viewing it as if from their own eyes. Not only seeing, but feeling, and knowing what they are thinking. Some even say they can influence the thinking of the people whose brain they are visiting!”

“Now you join an elite group of men and women who have been granted the same access as you, names that you know from your history. Aristotle, Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan, Leonardo Da Vinci, or more recently Issac Newton, Nikola Tesla, Albert Einstein, Robert Oppenheimer and Steve Jobs all had full access to the repository, sometimes called The Akashic Record!”

“I am your guide, call me Ishmael! Is there anyone you would like to learn about, knowledge that you would like to learn, or future you would like to experience?”

Brian, not fully believing this shadow figure decided to test him,

“The world has always wondered what Cleopatra looked like. She had to have been attractive over and above the lure of Egypt and it’s riches! I would like to look upon her in all her glory!”

“Would you like to see her through the eyes of Julius Caesar or Marc Antony?”

“Marc Antony, please! She was younger then, 28 years old, when they had their first affair in 41 BC!”

“You know her history, very good!”

Brain suddenly could see a room, it was large and lavishly decorated in red and gold silk, a beautiful woman lay on a lounge, her hair was black as a moonless night, her eyes were a dark green, her nose was a Greek nose, straight and narrow, small ears with attached lobes, her gown was dark green and purple silk draped seductively over her breasts off of one shoulder, her cleavage was small as were her breasts. They would be “B” cup size. Dark nipples and areola could be seen through the silk. All of one thigh was bare, as was the rest of the shapely leg. Her crotch was covered, but just barely.

She beckoned Marc Antony to come to her, she wore a beautiful smile, a beguiling smile, on her face. A smile that promised much more than just happiness. As he approached the silk slipped from her shoulder exposing two matched breasts, perfect in shape, turgid nipples sprouting from small diameter dark areola.

Brain could feel Marc’s heart beat faster, he could feel the man’s cock begin to harden. His thoughts became Brian’s thoughts, and Brian briefly thought that he wasn’t old enough for thoughts like those! Brian was amazed that he could understand them, like they were in English!

Cleopatra spoke, “You are overdressed Roman!”

“A state that can be quickly remedied my Queen!”

He began to quickly remove his armor and short Roman sword, his other clothing soon followed. As he reached the woman, she shifted her position, removing the silk and spreading her legs exposing her pussy to view, a scent of jasmine filled the air as well as a pungent sweet smell Brian couldn’t identify.

The man fell to his knees and his face plunged between the woman’s thighs, his tongue began to lap at the folds of the woman’s pussy. The smell was now identified along with a new taste all to be cataloged in his brain. To think his first look, taste and smell of a pussy belonged to Cleopatra! When her moans reached a crescendo, Marc grabbed the woman’s legs at the knees and bent them back against her breasts. His cock entered her vagina and began a deep slow stroking action that gradually increased in speed and depth. The woman was wriggling around like she had a cattle prod going off in her butt! Suddenly she screamed and bucked like a bronc coming out of shute number one at the Rodeo. The man followed suit, thrusting into her depths and ejaculating in an orgasm to match hers. Brian didn’t know until later that he had done the same onto his stomach and the sheet covering it.

Suddenly that view faded and he was back with Ishmael!

“Beautiful isn’t she? Did you enjoy your first experience in the repository?”

“Yes, she is beautiful! And yes I enjoyed my experience! But her beauty brings up the question of who was most beautiful, Cleopatra or Helen of Troy?”

Brian suddenly felt himself in another person, this time a woman, or a girl. She was pouring hot water into a tub of granite. It was a large tub, large enough for three or even four if they were friendly enough. This girl was one of five girls that were filling the tub. After several trips a woman stepped up to the tub, she was beautiful, the same Greek nose as Cleopatra, light brown hair, sapphire blue eyes, thin kissable lips, ears with small lobes. Brian watched as two of the girls disrobed the woman exposing a beautiful body that matched her beautiful face. Her breasts were a little larger than Cleopatra’s, a “C” cup, her nipples were thick and lighter in color, her areola were twice the diameter. Moving down the woman’s flat stomach to her pussy, there was no pubic hair, no stubble like it had been shaved, it had been plucked, proclaimed a thought from the girl’s mind, one at a time after a hot bath. Eventually the hair stopped growing back.

Her pussy lips were exposed, protruding from the outer lips by half an inch. Her legs were a match for those of Cleopatra’s. These were longer, the woman was tall and slender, easily five or six inches taller than Cleopatra’s 5 ‘5”. The woman tested the water’s temperature, and demanded more hot water be brought. After several more urns of hot water were added, she tested again, then she stepped into the tub and stood as two girls poured water from the tub over the woman’s body. A third girl began using a soapy sponge to cleanse the porcelain white skin from her neck down, her breasts receiving a great deal of attention from the girls who had been pouring the water. Their hands soaped Hellen’s breasts pulling her nipples and massaging her conical breasts

The girl soaping had moved further down her body and worked between her ass cheeks and in front into her pussy. The naked hands followed with one in front and the other in back working at getting the areas very clean. The woman had to lay her hands on the shoulders of the girls as she swooned from the generated feelings. The soapy sponge continued down both legs, each leg was lifted out of the water while the feet and lower legs were cleaned.

With the cleansing complete, the girls helped the woman sit in the tub. Her head lay back on towels placed there for her comfort, her hair was washed and rinsed as she lay there obviously comfortable then she stood and warm water was poured over her to remove any soap. Helped out of the tub the girls dried her with fluffy sheep skin, the wool gathered up the moisture efficiently. Then she lay down on a bed with fresh clean linen. The girls began massaging her body using olive oil infused with oils derived from pressing lotus petals and other flowers. Once again the massaging of her breasts and nipples were areas of concentration. Her legs were spread and Brian was treated to a closeup view of Helen’s pussy, her inner lips were spread by fingers and that same smell and taste was once more experienced. The girl glanced up her body as another girl settled her pussy onto Helen’s mouth, her tongue was busy licking and her lips and mouth sucking the pussy and often doing the same to the girl’s asshole. Soon the moaning was louder and building, bodies writhing as the pleasure built to a peak, they orgasmed then rested. After a few minutes, the girls switched positions and everything was repeated. As they lay together after the third round, Helen began to speak,

“Girls, I swear if that pig Paris so much as touches me I will throw myself from the cliffs of Mount Olympus! Menelaus is not much better, for a man, at least he bathes every month or so! I am most happy to be here in your loving arms and feel your caresses and your lips all over my body!”

Brian was surprised, at the very least Helen was bisexual, but she sure sounded more like a lesbian that had to put up with the attentions of men! She may have launched a thousand ships, but they must have all been headed for the island of Lesbos!

Tired now, having cum twice more. He made sure he only had to think of Ishmael and he would appear. Brian went back to sleep, to the outside world he appeared to have remained in a coma. The night nurse raised his sheet and blanket to discover the mess of his cum. She cleaned it up, and bathed him, making note of the nice size of his fourteen year old cock!

Cathy came back into the room after the nurse had asked her for privacy. She had gotten some coffee, at least that’s what they said it was, and had gone to the restroom. Now she settled back for the vigil determined to be awake when her son regained consciousness, no matter how long it might take.

Brian once again entered the awake but still unconscious realm that he had been in before. He thought of Ishmael trying to figure out if it was just a dream or if the women he had seen had actually been the historical figures Ishmael had said they were. But just thinking of him made him appear.

“Brian, you wish to explore the vast reservoir of knowledge, or history? Or perhaps something or someone in your present? Then again maybe something in the future, maybe your own future, might interest you!

“I am interested in a girl, I might want her to be my girlfriend. Can you let me see what she looks like? You know, naked! Her name is Judy, Judy Smith!” She is the most beautiful girl in the entire school.

Almost as soon as her name left his mouth he was looking at her face in a mirror, it was the mirror in a bathroom, at her house maybe. She was brushing her hair, a moment later he could understand what she was thinking. She was thinking about him, she had heard of his accident and was hoping that he was alright. She hoped that when he recovered that he would ask her on a date. She had had a crush on him since fifth grade! As she thought of him her hand stopped brushing her hair and she placed the brush down on the countertop. Then her hand moved to her left breast and rubbed it with her palm, in her thoughts she imagined it was his hand caressing her breast. She brushed her nightgown from each shoulder and let it drop to the floor. Brian could see her body, at least as much as the mirror could reflect. Her breasts were small, maybe an “A” cup. Nipples that were centered on small quarter size areola which she had started to pinch and pull. They both reacted by becoming longer and thicker as her mind continued to imagine what it would be like for Brian to be feeling her up. Her left hand went out of site beneath the counter and the view of the mirror. But mentally a surge in the erotic feelings let Brian know what those fingers were doing.

Then her right leg came up and her foot was placed on the countertop, she had to move back a step to accomplish that. When she did her pussy was visible, her lips were engorged with excitement, and wet. Her fingers were busy rubbing her clit and her middle finger was disappearing from sight as it occasionally entered her pussy. Then she switched hands, her left hand she brought to her mouth and sucked her juices from each of her fingers. The right hand picked up the brush by the bristles and plunged the handle deep into her pussy, then began stroking it in and out. Her left hand and fingers went back to her clit pinching it between his thumb and index finger in the same rhythm as that of the hairbrush. Brian could feel her level of arousal climbing, her thoughts were of her encouraging him to fuck her harder! Brian wished he was in her instead of his proxy, the hairbrush. When she had reached the point of having a climax she couldn’t quite get there. A wet finger from her left hand was shoved into her asshole, that tipped the scales, and she orgasmed. It was a good one, she even squirted a little.

Unknown to Judy, the object of her desire also orgasmed, this time his mother had watched the whole process. She first noticed a growing tent in his covers, then as it reached its maximum height she thought that it was impressive. When his orgasm hit his hips raised from the bed six inches as his feet pushed down pulling the covers off his cock, his first squirt of cum might have hit the ceiling, three more followed it each diminished in strength. A trail cum starting just under his chin on his neck and ended below his belly button

. His cock was fully exposed to his mother who noted that it was over an inch longer than her husband’s more than average size. She grabbed some wipes to clean him up, but couldn’t resist scooping up some of her son’s cum and licking it off. She went back for seconds, then thirds, before using the wipes to get the rest, it had become too cold. She covered him back up as she wondered what had triggered all of that.

Brian recovered quickly, meeting Ishmael in the zone.

“What else would you like to see, my friend?”

“I noticed that Judy enjoyed licking her own cum from her fingers, can you show me why she started doing that?”

Once again Brian was looking through the eyes of someone who was in a room full of pink, the walls were painted pink, the curtains were pink, the bedspread was pink! Posters of female rockers and actresses were on the walls. There was a knock on the door, the eyes were pulled from a pink iPhone, to the door. A voice he couldn’t place said,

“Come in!”

The door opened and a younger Judy walked into the room,

“Maddie, do you remember promising to teach me how to kiss?” Brian remembered that she was Judy’s older sister by a year.

“I remember, would you like to learn now?”

“Mom and Dad are going to a party, so we’ll have the house to ourselves. We can’t get caught by Mom that way!”

“Good thinking Lit’l Sis! Come back here after they leave and we’ll have a lot of time to practice!”

“I’ll be back! Thanks Big Sis!”

Brian could sense what Maddie was thinking by then, and she was thinking that Lit’l Sis was going to learn more than French kissing! She was hoping that she would like it!

“The parents are gone! Can we start now?”

“Let’s wait for ten minutes, you know how Mom is always forgetting something! Go to your room, I’ll knock on the wall when you can come over!”

After Sharon left, Maddie stood in front of her full length mirror and took off all of her clothes, she pinched a nipple and thought, “I’ve waited a long time for this, I hope I don’t blow it by being too forward!” She put on a robe and knocked on the wall.

Judy walked through the Jack and Jill bathroom into Maddie’s bedroom. She immediately noticed that her sister had a robe on, but she didn’t think it was a problem.

Maddie had Judy sit on the bed next to her,

“Judy, Mom will let you start dating soon and as your big sister it falls on me to tell and show you a few things you’ll need to know! Boys expect things, and you need to be prepared in advance to respond to them without getting a bad reputation. Rule number one is that you should never do anything that you don’t want to do! No means NO! Rule number two is that you should always be aware of how to do those things you want to do with a boy. That’s what I’m going to teach you now! Is that alright with you? Remember if you aren’t ok with something make sure to clearly say “NO!””

“It’s more than okay with me!”

“Let’s start with kissing, this kind of kissing isn’t like kissing Mom or Dad goodnight or goodbye. This kind of kiss is one that lovers use to claim one another. You open your mouth and you swap tongues, you let your partner’s tongue in your mouth and your partner does the same for yours. We’ll practice that and then move on to the next stage in making out!”

Turning her upper body toward her younger sister, Maddie pulled Judy toward her with her hands on her shoulders. Their mouths met, lips open and inviting, after a few minutes, Maddie’s tongue tentatively began moving around Judy’s lips, then moved into her open mouth. Judy, excited to be learning how to do this, did the same, at first feeling a kind of mild revulsion at touching tongues with another person. That passed as the erotic nature of the kiss was beginning to hold sway, she began to enjoy the sensuous feelings of tongue against tongue, even though it was her sister’s tongue and that the tongue belonged to a girl. She had always enjoyed watching the other girls taking their mandatory showers after PE. Could her sister feel the same way?

They both noticed a new smell emanating from someone, it was a pungent smell, slightly sweet! Maddie recognized it as the smell her excited pussy juice made, but something was different too. Then she realized that she was also smelling her sister’s excited pussy. Judy could feel her pussy getting wet and could smell it. Then she felt her sister’s hand moving up the inside of her thigh, her other moved onto her shoulder, then slowly moved down onto her left boob. It felt very good! She didn’t stop either hand, instead opened her legs in invitation and at the same time thrust her small breast into her sister’s hand more firmly.

Recognizing an invitation to proceed, Maddie proceeded to do so, unbuttoning her sister’s blouse and pushing it off of her shoulders exposing her bra encased tits. A quick twist and the fastener on the bra was loose. It then joined the blouse and she feasted her eyes on her sister’s little titties. Kissing her deeply, her tongue deep in her mouth, she moved her hand onto the breast and began to move it rubbing gently over her nipples, they became even harder and longer, feeling like pebbles on her palms. Her right hand moved back to the inside of her sister’s thigh, moving back and forth, traveling ever closer to the junction of her two legs and the treasure she knew was located there. The thighs parted as if they were the Red Sea and she was Moses. The smell of excited pussy assailed them both, she drank in the smell, but a smell was not enough! Maddie wanted more! She sank her tongue into the depths of her sister’s vagina seeking more of the delicious mixture of secretions from her sister’s depths.

But Judy wanted to taste her sister’s juices too! She maneuvered around until she could enjoy the taste she so desired, they ended up in a sixty nine position with each getting to satisfy their cravings. This time the orgasm just exploded without a lengthy buildup, both girls came at the same time!

Cathy had watched closely this time, to the point of getting up next to the bed and peeling back Brian’s sheet and watching as his cock became harder and harder. Then when she felt certain he was about to cum she put his dick into her mouth and helped him along a little bit. He exploded into her mouth at the same time the sisters had theirs.

Unfortunately two things happened at that moment, Brian woke up from his coma, and the nurse walked in the door of the room!

Neither woman realized that Brian was conscious. The Nurse speaking sarcastically said,

“Does your son taste good Mrs. McCulla?”

“Yes he does, would you like a taste?” As she pointed her son’s dick at the woman.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’ve never had a big one like that!”

“Don’t I get a say in who sucks my dick?” Brian asked, shocking the two women, Cathy dropped his cock like it was a piece of a control rod from Chernobyl! Then looked sheepishly at her son. The nurse turned and ran from the room ostensibly to get his doctor.

“Thanks Mom! I think that should be our little secret, don’t you think?”

“Yes! Yes, that is an excellent idea! How are you feeling?

“Waking up while cumming in my mother’s mouth made me feel wonderful! I don’t have a headache, and I feel good!”

“Let’s forget that ever happened Brian, you were having your third wet dream, a nurse cleaned up after your first, I cleaned up the second. I just thought that it would be easier to catch it all in my mouth than to have to clean it off of the ceiling!”

“I like the way you think Mom! When can we go home?”

“I’m sure the doctor will be here soon, he’ll check you out, then it’s just a matter of getting the discharge paperwork done.”

“So I’ll be sleeping at home tonight?”

“If the doctor says you are okay, then yes!”

“That would be great!”

The doctor showed up and cleared Brian to go home, but restricted his activities for the rest of the weekend, bed rest and no strenuous activities. He could go to school on Monday as long as he continued to not have any headaches.

Brian and his mother were home by two o’clock, he went to his room and lay on his bed looking at his iPad. He looked up a video on U-tube that showed art depicting Cleopatra, mostly statues and busts of her head. Only one truly captured her beautiful face in detail. The full statue was very accurate as far as her body, but was not as good in it’s depiction of her face.

Next he looked up Helen of Troy and looked at all of the art, but all of it was produced by artists years after she had lived. Some were just from the imagination of the artist, others came closer to capturing her beauty but fell short. He wished he was an artist and was able to reproduce her beautiful face and body. But he was not one, so her true beauty would only be known to those who could access the repository.

Brian made a list of historical women that he would like to visit, and another of events he wanted to witness. Another list was of controversial events in history that he could solve, not that anyone would believe a fifteen year old kid. Maybe he could write a book later, when he was older.

But before exploring he wanted, no, needed to make a phone call! He looked her number up in the school directory. He touched the numbers on his iPhone and entered her name in his Contacts. Her phone rang twice before her voice answered,

“Hello, this is Penny! Who is calling, you are not in my contacts?” He had had a crush on Penny since the third grade.

“Hi Penny! This is Brian McCulla!”

“Oh! Hi Brian, are you still in the hospital?”

“No, I’m home now. I realize now, that I’m not immortal, an inch to the left and we wouldn’t be having this or any other conversation. And I would have missed getting to know you better! I’ve wanted to ask you out for several months now, ever since my parents told me I could go on dates. I’ve wanted to talk to you for a long time before that, but I was too shy to approach you. Now, thanks to my accident, I have found a useful truth! If you never ask you never know what the answer might be. So forgive my long winded lead up, but, would you go to the movies and have supper with me next Friday evening?”

“I would love to go on a date with you Brian, I’ve wanted you to ask me out for a long time! But my family may be going out of town to my Grandparents house in Wichita next weekend. Maybe I can get out of going, I could stay with my Aunt! Let me work on my parents and see what I can work out! I’ve entered you into my contacts so call me tomorrow and I’ll tell you about my progress.”

“What time should I call? Or better yet, I could ride my bike into town and come see you or meet you somewhere, maybe the park. Wouldn’t that be better than talking on our phones?”

“Yes, that would be much better and we can get an early start on getting to know each other!”

“I’ll call you tomorrow and we can set up a time after Church is over. Talk to you then, bye Penny!”

“Bye Brian, thanks for calling!”

After disconnecting from the call, Brian thought of Ishmael, and he appeared in the same zone that was and wasn’t there.

“May I ask you a couple of questions?”

“You may ask, I may not be able to answer, but you can ask them just the same!”

“Are you a sentient being?”

“That is a very complex question and would depend upon which definition of the word sentience you would choose! I am self aware, but I feel no pain, or love. I have a sense of humor, but I cannot reproduce myself. I am best described as sapient!”

“Is your name really Ishmael or is that your brand of humor?”

“You’ve got me, I had always wanted to use that line from Melville’s Mobey Dick. That is an example of my sense of humor, poor as it may be! It was very astute of you to recognize my folly! I go by many names as there are many permutations of my being, you are not the only being that has access to the repository. You are one of five earthlings that presently have that privilege. There are over five thousand beings that presently have the same access. So you see earth is rather underrepresented! If you would like, I can ask if the other four individuals would like to talk with you.”

“Yes, I would like to talk with them, please!”

“I will pass on your request, there is no guarantee that any of them will respond however.”

“Thank you, I understand!”

“I would like to visit with Merriweather Lewis after he meets up with William Clark at St. Charles, Missouri and then every few days for most of their journey, just a short amount of time per visit but enough to get a feel for what it was like.”

Like before he suddenly was looking at the waters of a river, the Missouri River surrounding a fairly large boat, several men were manning oars to propel the craft against the current. Two other smaller pirogues with blunderbusses mounted in their bows were being paddled nearby. The land on either bank was full of life, birds and squirrels in the treetops of huge trees, grass as high as a man’s waist. Large fish could be seen beneath the clear water. There were forty or so men in total.

After ten minutes, Brian left the man’s mind only to return five days later. A man, Sergeant Floyd lay writhing in pain, holding his stomach, Brian knew even without having read what it was, that the man had an acute appendicitis. He didn’t stay to watch the painful death of the man.

And so it went, Brian kept track of the expedition. He managed to catch most of the initial meetings with the seventy Indian tribes they encountered on the journey. Including the somewhat contentious meeting with the Lakota Sioux and Chief Black Buffalo.

The Expedition wintered with the Mandan tribe at the upper reaches of the Missouri River. It was there that they hired a French Canadian fur trapper as an interpreter and guide, he had two wives, more accurately, he owned them. One was pregnant, her name was Sacagawea, she was Shoshonie and helped with translation of several languages. She had been stolen from her home at twelve and sold to the trapper when she was thirteen. She had her baby and in the spring she left with her husband as he accompanied the Expedition.