Chapter 13

It was Stephen – Kitty, Fox’s and Dove’s father – who insisted he drive me home. That said, walking to the dorms from the hospital might’ve taken me forty minutes, but that was mostly because Halifax sidewalks were icy murder patches in January.

He wanted to have a man to man with the man who was double-manning both of his baby girls. I stand by the trainwreck that is the previous sentence.

“Fox’s gonna be OK?”

“Yeah,” Stephen said. “Docs are all positive, but we’re really scared for him. You’ll be a friend for him, even if this thing with Kitty fireballs and explodes?”

“Uh, yeah,” I said. “Fox’s really my only guy friend in the city. Whatever it takes.” I avoided the fireballing point.

Stephen moved right to it though.

“Kitty’s a sweet girl, but she’s very rough with her toys,” Stephen said. “And even rougher with herself. Just because she rhino-crashes into whatever your teenage boy’s mind can think of, doesn’t mean she’s prepared for it.”

“I think, maybe, we’re a lot the same like that,” I said.

He laughed.

“I do sometimes tell her she’s my favorite son,” he sighed. “It was to tease her, but maybe Fox heard that and took it to heart.”

“I don’t think so,” I said. “I think Fox was thinking he could handle it. I think he’s always been interested in making himself stronger.”

“Maybe,” Stephen said. “Maybe. Fox’s always been tepid and cautious though. It doesn’t seem like he’d fall to his machismo.”

He stopped thoughtfully.

“Marie was there, wasn’t she?”

“Right after he realized they were broken up,” I said. If I had to beat that into Fox I would.

“Oh ... It’s hard being a parent. We’re so far out of the loop,” Stephen said. We were already about a block from the dorm. “Listen, we only got a minute. Kitty. And Dove.”

“Right,” I said. “I’m doing my best.”

“Push your best,” he said. “Make your best better.”

“That’s, uh, good advice,” I said. I think this was the first time in years I had listened to someone my Dad’s age and actually took in what the words meant. With my ears pricked up from worry over Kitty. Fear. That’s what it took to get me to listen.

“Kitty’s gonna be grounded for staying over with you last night,” Stephen said. “Until next Friday. She’s still in high school, technically she’s 18, but she’s still in my house and she still needs to grow up a lot. If you are going to keep her out 1) it’s not a school night and 2) you call me and ask permission before 10 pm.”

“Or Kitty calls.”

“I’ll say no to Kitty,” he said. “You learn to be a man, stand up and handle things. I’ll respect you.”

“I guess that’s fair,” I said, as he pulled up to the curb across from my dorm. “Thank you, Stephen.”

“It’s minus sixteen out. If I didn’t take you, you’d have taken my daughters for the rest of the weekend.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s true,” I agreed.

“Three rules,” he said as I reached for the door handle.

“OK?”

“The first you know, call and ask, no school nights,” he said. “Second, condoms in addition to her birth control. Third, don’t say you love her to get her to do anything for you. Wait it out. It takes months to burn off the new relationship energy and look at someone with a clear head. She doesn’t know that; I have no idea if you know that.”

“Alright,” I said. “Can’t promise I won’t fuck up.”

“If you could promise that, I’d let you marry her today,” he said. “Now go, no sense pumping out needless carbon trying to stay warm in a car when your door is right there.”

“Thanks again.”

“You’re welcome,” he said. He didn’t drive off until I crossed the road and brought my keyfob to the main door.

The car ride had been comfortable. One male mind, fuzzy and insignificant, not really pricking at anything. I walked into a whole crowd of people heading out. Lynsey punched my shoulder. Paula mimed blowing her own head off. The rest I didn’t care about, but the flood of a dozen skulls and countless brains made me hammer the door close button of the elevator.

I stepped out onto the sixth floor, feeling good. Just Avril. I smiled, and walked towards her as she was unlocking her room.

“I’m on duty right now,” she said. Her brain was humming at a two. The Hey, I know you! of girl brains.

I flicked her brain up to a five. She gave me an unhappy frown but held open her door and said. “Can you be quick? I’m still overtaxed from last night.”

I walked into her single room and she closed the door behind me.

“Hi, what did you think of last night?”

“It was wild,” she said. “I figure I got a punchcard for the wild shit I want to do before I graduate. That was definitely the biggest thing I’ve ever done.”

“And, a rematch?”

“You’re cute,” Avril said. “Are we going to be quick? A handie or blowie maybe?”

“I’m here to talk mostly,” I said.

“Mostly?” she raised an eyebrow. I was sliding my jeans and boxers down. She shook her head and squatted in front of me. She licked her fingers and closed her fist around my cock.

“Mostly.” I smirked. I twisted her up to a seven.

“Dude! I’m good, let’s just do you right now, OK?” she laughed.

“You sure? I don’t want to leave my girl in the lurch,” I said. “Not something a man should do.”

“Your girl?” she cocked her smirk. Her right hand squeezed my cock and she started pumping her wrist in a long steady rhythm. Her fingers were cold, or maybe it was just her room. Her touch really triggered something all of the way up my spine. She fingered her black hair from her face and tucked what she could behind her ears.

“Your ears aren’t pierced,” I noticed.

“Oh, um, I was more than a bit of a tomboy living with Dad,” she said. “I never really thought about it.”

“It makes you stand out,” I said. “I like it.”

“Thanks. Standing out among the eight of us is pretty impressive,” Avril said and leaned in and licked my cock around the head. Her hair fell forward. She let go of my cock to engulf it. I stroked my hands over her fingers and gathered up her hair, swiping as much as I could into my left hand until it looked as if her face hung from the ponytail I had gathered.

“‘nk you!” she gulped around my cockhead. I leaned back on her bed and rocked her head and neck to my own personal beat. She was a mouthy sucker, lots of tongue, and spit. She used her hands to pump me all of the while.

I was watching her brain. It was fuzz to me. I could play with the whole thing and I was. She flashed me the finger and smiled around my cock as I pushed her into the double digits. She was moaning now, like sucking me with both hands on my cock was enough to get her off. Her shoulders were rocking the way she was rubbing her thighs together.

I tried to let go and hold back not at all. A couple of times over the last two orgies I had a clear and beautiful picture of the minds I was toying with. Somehow, trying to keep focus on my brain and not giving into my dick wasn’t helping shorten Avril’s blowjob and getting me to the cum.

“God! I forgot how much it takes to get you off,” Avril said. I tried to slide her back down my cock but she simply rolled the side of her face down my length. She kissed my ball between her fingers. “I’m on a hair trigger? I guess, a quick fuck’s OK. Quick! I mean it! I can’t have you fucking me braindead for the rest of the night. What if someone needs something?”

I rolled my hips and slapped my cock into her cheek. I grinned, pulling her up by the hair. She was grinning luminously as she stripped off her bottoms and climbed up on my cock.

She came the moment my cock slipped down across her clit. I sheathed a half inch in the mouth of her spasmodic pussy. I was just letting go of her hair. She was just about to try and kiss me. She screamed, joyfully, up my nose.

I slapped my hand on the round of her asscheek, ready to push her down.

“Knock knock!” Ira said, throwing the door open and slipping inside. I caught Ira’s voice but Avril just twitched in shock. I kneaded her ass and threw my hips smashing into her pussy.

“Fu~uck!” Avril groaned. Ira closed the door.

Ira had come in at an eleven to match Avril. One missed kiss across the corner of my lip and I couldn’t pick one brain from the other.

“Sorry, I heard you as I was coming out. I wouldn’t have if you weren’t on duty. I figured only Jordan was capable of getting you off while you were on-duty!” Ira swished over and grabbed Avril by both ass cheeks.

“Hi, Ira!” I said. “I promised Avril we’d be quick and you’re getting in the way of that.”

“Oh! No worries,” she said, squatting down between my knees. “I can’t believe how much of a guy I was just waiting to be!”

Her head twisted to get her mouth around my balls as Avril shivered half-frozen around my cock. She was incredibly hot, but petrified by the situation. I grinned, enjoying having my balls in the mouth of an avowed lesbian.

No! Ira was fun, but the important bit was that my cock shoved up a girl who didn’t quite get that she was mine!

I started going harder than I should’ve. My whole spine shuddered with the careless scrape of Ira’s top teeth. I used my hands instead, sinking into the bed, and dragging Avril’s hips up and down as I fucked her.

My body knew what it liked, hot girls, and sheathing my cock into flesh. I was set for my body. I kept hyperfocusing on the parallel spinning brains.

Just let me see the wires I needed to solder together!

I grunted. I was pumping Avril as hard as I could. She was ragdolled on my cock. Slowly the tension was melting out of her locked muscles, but she was doing little more than squeezing my bicep and scratching her duvet.

Avril was a light brown Asian girl. Technically, Lynsey and Vickie were slightly smaller, but Avril’s body was so easy to whip about.

I was gonna have to try with Lynsey and Vickie.

Just pick a girl up, throw her against the wall, across a desk, onto a bed. Drag her over my cock like she was mine to play with.

Flicker. Give in! vs Focus!

Shit, I lost it. Thinking too hard was blunting the pleasure.

Ira slurped loudly. Her fingernails were long. I learned by the drag across my asshole. I froze rigid like Avril, but my hands were pulling her up. She came off my cock with a splash of her own lubricant.

Ira moaned squeakily and shut her eyes in a flinch.

If ... And I was fucking not at a when! If something was ever going in my butt, it wasn’t going to be capped in Ira’s finger sword!

I twisted my foot, hoping to kick her wrist away from me. I missed, but she moved her hand on her own. She spat out my ball, headbutted Avril in the butt. Ira slurped my cock into her mouth.

She groaned excitedly as she sucked in the spilt flavor of Avril and me.

I reclined back hard. Avril chased a kiss on me and dropped her shaking sex right on my stomach.

I closed my eyes.

I stopped thinking. The orgasm hit me with a grunt and shudder.

Ira gasped as my cum ricocheted over her molars. I groaned. No drop, no clarity.

Dammit!

Avril brushed our hair from my face. She kissed my lips.

“Good?”

I nodded.

“Cool, grab your cockhog dyke and get out of my dorm room.” Avril kissed me sweetly. Her roll off of me swiped her heel in a glancing blow off the top of Ira’s head. Ira flinched, spitting her unswallowed collection all over Avril’s recently divested panties.