Chapter 24

New Years’ Weekend

Because the James’s would be gone for New Years’ weekend, I had decided to invite all the girls over to celebrate New Years’. I got snacks, Cokes, and ordered two large pepperoni and extra cheese pizzas. The girls arrived in Mary’s station wagon. They all came to the front door, talking, and making noise. I directed them to the living room. ‘Dick Clark’s New Years’ Rockin’ Eve’ was just underway, so we were only four hours away from 1977. Man, this last year had really been messed up, I hoped that the next one would be better. I’m still alive after all the Ghosts attempts to kill me. Thankfully there hasn’t been any further attempt since the hospital incident.

The girls radiated mischievous delight as they playfully teased me, their eyes twinkling with a daring suggestion of what the night could hold. They proposed an uninhibited, passionate evening—one that promised the intensity of sharing intimate encounters with each other. With a boldness that left no room for hesitation, they insisted that now that Eve had embraced her sensuality, it was time for our connection to ascend to a new, exhilarating level. Mary, with a teasing smile, declared that the arrangement would be sealed only if I climaxed within each of them, a condition echoed by the others. Lisa even chimed in, assuring me with a confident nod that they were all on birth control, leaving absolutely no chance for rejection.

After meticulously tidying the living room—clearing away leftover food and washing the dishes until everything gleamed—the group finished up their evening chores by 11:00 pm. They then guided me to my room, where an enticing spectacle awaited. Four dazzling beauties commenced an intricate dance of disrobing, each motion an artful display of seduction. The soft, ambient light highlighted every graceful curve as they caressed and undressed each other, their gentle touches turning into fervent, lingering caresses. The air was charged with an intoxicating mix of desire and anticipation that sent shivers racing through my body.

Their playful energy shifted the focus to me as they began to remove my clothes with deliberate care, leaving me completely exposed. One by one, they took turns enveloping me in their tender, yet electrifying attention. While one of them skillfully lavished me with oral caresses, I reached out to kiss and touch the others, feeling the texture of soft skin and the responsive warmth of entwined limbs. With one woman’s nipple captured in each hand, their delicate curves enhanced by the intimacy of the moment, every touch amplified the building crescendo of desire. I teetered on the brink of losing control, the intensity rising with every exchange of heated kisses and synchronized movements. Even as I warned them that my release was near, it only encouraged them to intensify their ministrations—a bold woman grasped my arousal firmly, alternating between a passionate, skilled blowjob and tender strokes that heightened the fervor until I finally surrendered, letting go in a rush of overwhelming pleasure that resonated throughout the room.

Soft, wet sounds of satisfaction, a clear’, knowing voice broke through the haze of passion. Eve remarked with a hint of playful surprise, “That tasted better than I expected. I mean, it was kind of thick and salty, but it wasn’t terrible.”

“See, I told you it wasn’t too bad. You should have seen him. He enjoyed every minute of it. Didn’t you, Mikey?” Patti replied, her voice laden with amused approval.

I could only nod, still ensnared by the delightful intimacy as my mouth remained near Mary’s inviting breast. There was something irresistibly erotic about the way her long, enticing nipple arched as she became aroused—a sight that captivated me and deepened my desire to please each of them. Determined that every one of these passionate beauties experienced sublime pleasure, we transitioned to a defining moment where I was called upon to make my deposits into their inviting, awaiting bodies. I began with Lisa, who had hinted at feeling slightly left out, and steadily, with unwavering intensity, I fulfilled our shared, daring pact with each woman.

I woke up to a new year. 1977. I planned to make this year better than last year. I’m on track to graduate early and become emancipated, I plan to get my companies going at full speed.

The girls were busy with their morning routines—some were taking refreshing showers while others gathered around, carefully sorting out what would become their breakfast. I closed my eyes and let the ambient morning sounds fade into the background, slipping into my own silent meditation. As moments passed, a peculiar sensation stirred within me—a sudden dislocation of space that snapped me back to alertness. When I finally opened my eyes, I immediately realized I was no longer alone; the familiar presence of the Guardians surrounded me. This arrival hadn’t been of my own making, and it struck me as particularly strange since all four of the girls were with me. This was entirely out of the ordinary.

“Michael! Where are we? How did we get here?” The four voices of the girls echoed in unison, a mix of confusion and apprehension coloring their tones.

At that moment, two guardians materialized—a tall, stoic male I recognized and a mysterious female whose face was unfamiliar. The female guardian spoke gently but firmly, instructing the girls to follow her. With hesitant glances, they obeyed, leaving me alone with the male guardian whose presence provided a measure of comfort amidst the uncertainty.

“So, what’s changed?” I inquired softly, my voice barely concealing a mounting worry. “You told me not to share your story or reveal any secrets about who you really are.”

“Michael,” he began, his tone laden with gravity, “I have some disturbing news. The assassin you thought you had dispatched is still very much alive. His own complications have kept him at bay, halting any further attempts on your life. The failure of his subordinate has unleashed chaos upon his organization—chaos that has deeply injured his leader’s pride. Now, a power struggle is brewing among his trusted lieutenants.”

He paused, as if weighing the impact of his words, before continuing. “If we act swiftly, we could catapult Earth into a technologically advanced future. We’re on the verge of bestowing upon you another level of upgrades and a suite of specific enhancements, all designed to assist Earth in its conquest of space. In doing so, we plan to adjust a few critical variables so that you can harness newfound advantages when you return to your own timeline.”

I couldn’t help but shift the conversation. “What’s the deal with the girls?” I asked deliberately, seeking clarity.

“They’re undergoing testing,” both guardians replied in perfect unison.

“Testing? But why?” I pressed, genuine concern evident in my tone.

“Do not be distressed,” the guardian reassured me, his eyes softening with care. “No harm will come to them. We are merely assessing their loyalty and their worthiness to become your sister-brides in the most genuine sense. If they pass the test, their bodies and intellects will receive further enhancements to match the upgrades you’re receiving.”

“But I’m not ready to be married!” I protested, a note of incredulity in my voice. “I’m barely settling into being sixteen, and now you expect me to enter into a union with four girls simultaneously?”

“Are you opposed to the idea or is there something else troubling you?” he inquired, his tone both probing and compassionate.

“It’s not that I’m fundamentally against the concept,” I confessed slowly. “I’ve come to realize that I simply can’t love them all equally. I worry that, eventually, they might feel trapped in the confines of a group marriage. They deserve the freedom to live their own lives, to explore and grow without being tethered down at such a tender age. They’ve barely begun to taste what life has to offer, so why bind them to me right now?”

“Because you need them—along with their unique skills—to further both your goals and ours,” he responded with unwavering certainty.