Then:

“Go jump off a bridge!”

15-year-old Jake watched the anger drain from his father’s face as the older man’s brain absorbed what his son had just yelled at him. He looked confused for a moment, and then turned and exited through the front door, closing it behind him.

Jake had been so angry. Now, decades later, he couldn’t even remember what the argument had been about, but the deed was done.

Jake had never seen his dad look like that before. He wouldn’t actually... ? No, of course not, he told himself ... the man was an executive at a successful advertising firm, with a beautiful wife and A-level student son. He had everything to live for!

The police called a couple of hours later, after Jake’s mom got home. The cops wouldn’t tell them why they were asking about his dad but Jake had a sick feeling in his gut. Officers in a patrol car arrived shortly thereafter to tell them what had happened.

There were no bridges near their house so Jake’s dad had traveled miles on foot to a highway overpass and, according to eyewitnesses, didn’t even pause as he clambered up onto the railing and jumped off.

Later, the news explained everything in gory detail. His dad had only broken his legs on impact but an SUV, unable to slow or swerve away from the sudden, unexpected obstacle, had finished the job, dashing the poor man’s brains onto the asphalt.

Jake experienced headaches for days afterward. He thought it was because he felt guilty ... he had told his dad to jump off a bridge and the man had done exactly that! Jake would occasionally have periods of relief from the pain in his head but couldn’t figure out why.

They buried his dad a few days later, closed casket. Jake sat in the corner during the wake, his head in his hands. It hurt so much!

“Jake?”

His mother and grandparents were there in front of him. He couldn’t stand it. “Please leave me alone,” he ordered them.

His family turned and left and instantly his head felt better. Yes, that’s what he needed, he realized, to be away from everyone. There were too many people in the house. He got up and stepped out onto the patio.

His nose was instantly assaulted by the acrid smell of cigarette smoke. His cousin Sandra, eighteen, was at the far end of the patio, smoking a cancer stick.

“Hey squirt,” she said, looking sad. “Anything I can do for you?”

Jake was feeling quite self-destructive by this point. “Can I have one of those?”

Sandra paused for a moment but then pulled the pack from her purse and offered him a cigarette. Surprised, Jake took it and put the filter end in his mouth. ‘I guess people let you get away with some things when your dad dies,’ Jake thought. Sandra stepped close and flicked her lighter.

Jake sucked on the cig as it lit and smoke barreled into his lungs. He started coughing and choking.

Sandra whacked him on the back a couple of times. “Better out than in!” she proclaimed, smirking.

Jake looked at his older cousin. He could smell her perfume. He had always had a crush on the curly redheaded young woman, even though she was family. How much could he get away with? “Um, can I have a hug?”

“Sure, squirt,” she said, and enveloped him with her arms.

He put his arms around her as well. ‘Damn!’ he thought to himself, ‘I really wish I could kiss her!’

Sandra moved her head back to look at him for a moment, and then brought her lips to his.

Jake felt like an electric current was running through him. His first kiss was with his gorgeous cousin! Recovering from his initial thought, he returned her kiss and her tongue snaked into his mouth. This was so rad!

Suddenly the patio door opened and Jake pulled back instinctively, breaking contact. His Uncle Brad stepped onto the patio, cigarette pack in hand. He turned, surprised to find them there. “Jake! How are you doing, buddy? Oh, Sandy, you gave him one of those? He’s not old enough.”

Sandra jutted her chin out. “He asked, and I wasn’t about to say no today, Daddy.”

Uncle Brad considered this as he lit his own cigarette. Suck ... puff... “Hm, no, I guess not, but that’s the only one, okay Jakey?”

Jake nodded and did his best to finish his cigarette but it made him feel sick to his stomach so he had to rush to the toilet. People smoked that crap to relax? he wondered as he puked his guts out.

After exiting the bathroom he found that Uncle Brad and his family had left. He hadn’t even had a chance to say goodbye to Sandra. Would she kiss him the next time they met, or was that a one-time thing because he was bereaved?

His mom seemed to be giving him space, as he’d asked. ‘Thank Heaven for small mercies,’ his dad used to say. Thinking about his dad made him start to cry.

At school, Randy Bowles, Jake’s tormentor since middle school, went right at it. “Hey, Jake, I hear your dad went and killed himself.”

Jake kept moving down the school hallway. He had learned that it was best not to engage the larger kid. Finally he reached his locker, but Randy wasn’t about to give up.

“Makes you a bastard now, right?”

Jake felt his face flush. “Go fuck yourself, Randy!”

The burly boy paused to think. “Is that even possible?”

“What?” Jake certainly didn’t expect a conversation by this point. His hands were balled up into fists, ready to fight.

Randy stood there, thinking. “I don’t think it’s long enough.”

“What?” Jake repeated, incredibly confused. “Just ... go away, Randy.”

Randy turned and walked away. Shaking his head, Jake was pleasantly surprised to find that his headache had gone away. Adrenaline? He wondered.

Now:

Jake woke up but couldn’t open his eyes. He could hear beeping, like machines in a hospital. Yes, that was exactly what it was! Why was he in hospital, and why couldn’t he move?

He listened intently. Was anybody there? Anybody?

Then:

Jake wasn’t a social boy at the best of times. Losing his dad in such a bizarre way made the only child even more isolated.

His mother continued to leave him to his own devices. Up to a point it was good, but after a few weeks he started to feel incredibly alone. He went up to the living room. His mom was watching TV.

“Mom?” Instantly his mom got up and left the room, brushing by him on the way.

“Mom!” He followed her into the kitchen. Again she tried to leave the room.

He got in her way. “Mom, stop.” She did. “Why are you trying to run away from me?”

“You asked me to leave you alone,” she replied, uncertainly.

“Oh! Well, you don’t have to do that anymore. It’s been a few weeks now.”

His mom visibly relaxed. “Oh, Jake, I’m so sorry.” She hugged her son, both of them crying.

“No, Mom, I’m sorry.” But he could never tell her how sorry he really was, that he felt responsible for his dad’s death, even though the idea seemed absurd to him.

Now:

Jake felt the air shift as someone moved by him. He still couldn’t see, move, or speak. Then he felt his bed sheet being removed, shortly followed by his hospital gown. What was going on?

Then he felt hands try to roll him onto his side. Physical contact! With that he didn’t need to talk.

Tell me what my diagnosis is. He pushed that thought into the mind of whoever was touching him. The hands paused and then moved away.

Papers rustled. A female voice spoke, “Glioblastoma multiforme, inoperable ... diagnosis terminal within a few weeks.” The hands moved back to rolling him to his side.

What the fuck is glioblas-whatever-form? Tell me.

This time the hands continued rolling him on his side. “Brain cancer,” she said.

Brain cancer! Fuck! And terminal! What could he do?

Now that he was on his side he felt a wet sponge being applied to his back, but whoever was doing this still had a hand on him.

Tell me if there’s anything anyone can do, even if it would cost billions of dollars.

“Even the richest of men wouldn’t be able to recover from this.”

No no no! It can’t end like this! Jake raged.

Then:

Months passed. Jake’s only friend at this point was his mother, but even that was a source of pain for him.

“Mom, why don’t you go out with your friends anymore?” he asked her one day.

She muted the TV and turned to him. “Oh, Jake, I just can’t. Going out to have fun just feels like it would dishonor your father’s memory.”

Jake nodded. He wasn’t happy but maybe over time she would start to smile again?

Now:

The person washing Jake rolled him back and started to sponge his front. He felt his cock start to harden as she washed him down there.

“Oh, a little more aware today? That hasn’t happened before,” the female voice said. She sounded attractive.

Now that he was on his back again the woman wasn’t touching him anymore except with the sponge. Then he felt her lift his ballsack to scrub under there ... contact!

Get us some privacy and then touch me again.

She moved away and he heard a door close, followed by a curtain being drawn. Then she returned to touching his ballsack.

Who are you? Describe yourself.

“Anna, a nurse. Average height, average build, brown hair.”

Pretty?

“My husband thinks so.”

Good enough. The sight of my cock turns you on. You need to ride it.

“I don’t have a condom.”

You don’t need one.

After a few seconds, presumably to remove her scrub pants, he felt her clamber on top of him. She grasped his member and he felt warm, wet flesh surround the head. Then the warmth extended down the shaft.

“Unhh...” Anna groaned. She rose up a little and then pushed back down. Jake’s cock was now fully embedded in the nurse’s hot pussy.

She began to ride him. He wished he could open his eyes!

Anna slowed down and he felt her fingers on his eyelids. She pried one open and he saw her, bouncing up and down on his cock. She was indeed pretty, probably in her mid to late thirties.

His eye was drying out so he had her let go and concentrate on what she was doing. She picked up the pace, slamming her pussy down on his hard cock.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this ... unhh...” she moaned, “ ... so wrong...”

Then he felt her pussy tighten as she came on his cock. He didn’t know how long he’d been bedridden but his balls were full of potent sperm. He felt his release come upon him and it felt amazing ... then he was spurting dangerous cum deep inside the orgasming nurse’s unprotected baby factory.

As she lay upon him, panting, he transmitted to her, You will make sure to touch me for at least a minute once a day when you’re on shift. Also, you loved this but won’t tell anyone what happened. He felt her mind accept the commands.

Now that he was more relaxed, he had some thinking to do.

Then:

Jake hadn’t noticed how those few people he spoke with tended to be very agreeable. During sports when he yelled for someone to pass him the ball they always did, even though he rarely scored. ‘They’re just being nice to the poor bastard,’ he told himself.

Now:

“Well, Mr. Doe, I see that your brain activity is way up. Unfortunately, I’m sorry to say that you’ll never fully wake up with that tumor in your head.” This was a man’s voice. He sounded young for a doctor.

Jake felt a touch. Anna!

Ask the man to touch me.

“Doctor, feel the patient’s forehead, please.”

When he made contact Jake asked the man to identify himself. This was Doctor David Mattrel, a third year resident in his mid-thirties. Anna lifted Jake’s eyelids so he could see that Dr. Mattrel was a handsome guy, in good shape.

Jake had an idea.

Then:

Finally, on the first anniversary of his dad’s death he approached his mother again about going out with her friends. When she gave him the same excuse as before he blew up: “Mom, you have to move on and forget Dad! You need to have a life for yourself!”

His Mom paused, blinked a couple of times, and then collapsed to the floor.

“Mom!”

Jake called an ambulance but by the time they arrived Jake’s mother was awake. The med-techs checked her over but found nothing physically wrong with her. They recommended she get tested for low blood sugar and left.

She looked at her son. “Wow, that was weird, huh?”

Jake nodded.

His mother reached for the phone. “You know what? I think I’m going to go visit Mary tonight. You okay with fixing dinner for yourself?”

Jake was surprised but pleased. “Um, yeah! That’s great, Mom ... I’m glad you’re not letting today get you down.”

She paused. “What’s today?”

“ ... you know...”

She blinked at him.

“ ... the anniversary...”

She still looked confused.

“Dad ... your husband... ?”

“Who?”

Jake, flabbergasted, had let his mother go out with her friends anyway. She had completely forgotten her husband of almost 20 years! He also realized that his mother had done exactly what he said she should do: forget his father and go out with friends.

No...

No way...

All the people that continued to be so agreeable around him, doing what he said...

He had to test this, but now he was alone! He stepped out of his house, looking around. The neighbor kids were in the playground of the cul-de-sac he lived on, so he headed over there.

The little kids there eyed him warily, as normally Jake just ignored them. He went up to one of them, a little boy of about seven. The boy looked up at him.

Jake considered before speaking, “Hey, you should, uh, slide down that slide 10 times face first.”

The boy paused for a moment, and then climbed the play structure and slid down the slide, face first. Then he did it again ... and again ... and again...

Exactly 10 times. Then the boy went back to his friends.

But was that enough of a test? Jake wondered. No.

He approached all three kids, two boys and a girl of about the same age. They looked up at him.

“You should all eat sand,” he said.

They walked over to the sandbox and grabbed handfuls of it, shoving it into their mouths and chewing.

Shit! “Stop!” he commanded them. They did. One last test...

“Go home and say ‘fuck you’ to your parents.”

All three kids spit the sand from their mouths and went their separate ways to three houses around the cul-de-sac. Within a minute he heard adults yelling from all of the houses.

It worked...

It worked!

But how far could he go? he wondered.

Now:

Usually when Jake touched someone he could tell them what to do without vocalizing. He had also found that if he concentrated hard while doing that he could do other things, like implanting emotions, but it was difficult. What he was going to try to do now was beyond even that.

He had started by making the doctor keep in physical contact with him while he started relating his memories to the younger man, along with the emotions that those memories elicited, as intensely as he could.

Single child, how that felt being isolated without anyone in the family to identify with. Intelligent, getting straight A’s all the time, almost without trying. Being bullied for being a nerd, a geek, a creep.

“Doctor Mattrel! There you are!”

Startled, the younger man turned away, breaking contact with Jake. “Er, Josie? Sorry ... what is it?”

The doctor was pulled away to some sort of emergency. This wouldn’t do. Jake didn’t know how much time he had left ... he couldn’t waste any!

Then:

A taxi pulled up. Jake opened the door and said to the driver, “I need to go uptown, but I don’t have any money. You’re okay with that, right?”

“Sure, buddy!” said the driver, beckoning the young man to climb on in.

Jake waved to the driver as the taxi sped away, and then turned to regard his uncle’s house. He’d been here a few times for family events. He walked up and rang the doorbell. His Aunt Lauren answered the door and smiled.

“Jake! What a pleasant surprise.” His aunt was a redhead like her daughter, but slim and fit. Jake had heard that she was a hardcore fitness buff. He considered her for a moment but then decided to stick with his original plan.

“Hi Aunt Lauren, I’ve come to visit Sandra.” He moved forward and she let him in, still smiling.

“Of course, of course ... you know where her room is.”

Jake nodded. “Please make sure that we’re not disturbed.” Then he headed down the hall. He took a deep breath and knocked on Sandra’s door.

“Hello?” he heard Sandra call. He walked in. “Jake!” Sandra was lying on her bed, reading, but bookmarked her place and got up to greet him. “How are you doing, squirt?” She gave him a hug.

He hugged back. “Hey, Sandra ... do you remember the last time you gave me a hug?”

She pulled back and her face turned red, making her freckles really stand out. “Oh, yeah, I don’t know what came over me ... that was...”

“Really hot, and I think you should do it again,” Jake replied.

Her face turned serious and she moved into him, mashing her face against his. As they snogged his hands moved down to her jeans-covered ass and he groped it.

She pulled back. “Hey! Kissing cousins is one thing...”

“I want more,” he urged, “I want to ... to make love to you.”