Chapter 7

“Are you sure you’re OK?” It wasn’t a fair question to ask of Marie. She was spinning at a nine despite the fact that she hated wearing her glasses. Her left natural brown eye was red and bloodshot. I felt really bad. I felt quite proud of myself.

“Relax, it’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me during sex,” she said, scoffing.

“It might’ve been for me.”

“Oh, you sweet summer child,” she laughed and kissed me on the lips. I had to smile. She was just exuding light and happiness. I put the fact that I had revved up my best friend’s girl until she had blown me in the movie theater out of my mind. “What’s next?”

“I’m going over to Fox’s,” I said. “You should come.”

She punched me in the arm and laughed.

“You flying over the moon in that post sex giddiness, that’s to be expected these days, lady killer. Me, on the other hand...”

“But you never got off,” I said.

“True,” she tapped her lips. “I’ll come to collect soon. Oh! Nice, accidental pun.”

She kissed me again.

“Are--” No, I wasn’t going to ask if she was going to break up with Fox. I didn’t want to share her. I didn’t want to steal her. Ignorance was bliss.

“R what?”

“Uh, I had fun,” I said. “You’re not worried about my other girls?”

She tapped her heart, frowned, tapped her head. “I know you say you’re playing with my head, but it really feels like my heart.” She stuck out her lip. “I’m gonna invite Paula over tonight. Come crash at my dorm room and I’ll have an answer for you.”

“Are you bi?”

“I love...” She stepped forward, grabbed my cock through my jeans (and her mitten). She kissed me again. “And I’m willing to play some games to get it.”

She pulled her hand away, booped my nose. She realized the light she was waiting for changed and crossed Spring Garden. We waved back and forth to each other a half dozen times. I walked back half a block to the bus stop. Just in time.

I was over the moon. Marie? Paula? Ira? Vickie ... Lynsey...

I turned my phone on. Once I had gone to a movie and forgot to turn it back on for two days. Half my friends think I’m not human for that one. My phone started buzzing.

Lynsey.

Lynsey. Lynsey. Lynsey. Lynsey. Vickie. Lynsey.

Oh, and one from Paula: “Hey lady killer”

“Hey, is everything OK?” I texted back. I wasn’t ready to check in with Lynsey and Vickie yet.

“Everything’s great!”

“With Lynsey?”

“What? Who’s this.”

I almost replied.

“Sorry! Hey Jordan”

I sighed.

“Lynseys cleaning. A lot. She wouldn’t talk so I went out looking for beer. You wanna go to a party tonight?”

“Heading over to Fox’s.”

“For a manslut, you don’t go out much.”

“Have fun. I think Marie’s looking to get in touch with you.”

“Oh god. If you and Fox are thinking of getting into wife swapping, bring someone else?”

“Not Marie?”

“Not me. Call Lynsey. She needs to hear from you.”

I figured that was bad advice. I’d see her face to face after I ... After I...

I found Ira’s number.

“Hey, How’s Vickie?”

“Hot.”

“Helpful.”

“Hey, you can land any chick right? With your heart fuckery?”

“I think so.”

“If I strike out with some girl you might like, should I pass her along? Finder’s fee threesome?”

“Marry me?”

“Hard pass. Call Vickie. She’s bouncing of the walls. Never seen her so happy.”

“Soon.” I texted back.

I risked checking out Vickie’s text. Holy shit. It was a nude of her on her bed. I quickly shut it down, looking around that no one on the bus had been peeking over my shoulder. I had my hoods up, I had two, but scanning the bus was tolerable. There were only like eight people and I never felt more than two at once. I grinned, leaned back and smiled like an idiot.

I changed buses and rode the rest of the way to Fox’s. The cars weren’t in the driveway. The lights were off. It was still early afternoon though. I walked up to the door and knocked. No one was home. I frowned.

I felt the two brightly spinning brains and turned to see the school bus accelerating away from its latest stop. Kitty saw me and beamed, rushing across the street without looking. I frowned. Those two brains, they had jumped from sevens to tens when Kitty saw me. They spun in opposite directions. I frowned, looking past her. No, she was alone.

“Jordan!” She skidded to a stop in her galoshes. There was a little ice on her driveway. She flew into me, headbutting my sternum. I crashed backwards, falling into the snowbank that cut around her driveway. She rushed over me.

“Um, hi? You OK?”

“Snow’s soft,” I said, assuaging her fears. Two minds zigzagged up and down as I said so. She had two? Why were they spinning in opposite directions? “Hi.”

“Hi.” She grabbed her hands together under the back of her bookbag. “Oh! You wanna come in?! Come on!”

She ran from me to the side door while fishing her keys from her parka pocket. I walked up the stairs behind her.

“You look pretty today,” I said. She always did. She turned. Her cheeks firetruck red. It wasn’t that cold out today. She thrust the door inward and tripped on the landing. I rushed. I couldn’t catch her but I helped her to her feet. “You OK?”

“It’s OK, just my face.”

“I like your face,” I said.

She went cross-eyed. “Um ... DO YOU WANNA HAVE SEX?!”

“Yeesss?” I answered, a little worried.

“Oh my god!”

“Jesus Christ! Kitty, come on a little stronger, why don’t you?”

Kitty screamed as her sister walked into the kitchen. I had pulled my hoods down. Dove’s brain didn’t have a pulse. Kitty was a pair of tens.

“Why are you home?!” Kitty shouted. “The door was locked!”

“Yeah, Mom locks it when she leaves for work,” Dove said. “Hi, Jordan. I didn’t think you were coming over early anymore. You know, since you’ve got a girlfriend now.”

“He had a girlfriend before!” Kitty shouted.

“I don’t know what I have right now,” I said. Kitty’s minds were going both ways. Which one would Dove match if I pulled that cord? “Except superpowers.”

“What?” Kitty asked.

I grabbed Dove’s mind, spinning her up clockwise. She put down the beer she was about to open and put her hand on her hip. Kitty unbalanced. Her clockwise mind shot up to a fifteen by the time I had Dove at four. Kitty’s counterclockwise dropped to a five. Her face contorted in confusion. She slapped me with both hands, in the shoulder, pushing me out of the porch and into the kitchen with Dove.

I smirked, letting her push me, my socks sliding easily across the tile floor. I had my attention totally on her two minds. I crashed hard, nose first, into the jam of the kitchen door. Kitty shrieked, let go and I dropped backwards onto my tailbone.

“For fuck’s sake!” Dove laughed, sailing up to a six with inertia as Kitty recalibrated to her tens.

“Can you get me an Advil?” I asked.

“Follow me,” Dove shook her head. “Maybe you want to go make your bed really quick, Kitty?”

She stepped on my fingers as she bolted through the kitchen towards her room. I watched her go.

“Why did you have to try both of us at the same time?”

“You can feel her too? Or see her? Or, I dunno, smell her?”

“Sense is all-purpose,” Dove said. “And no, except when you were touching both of our minds.”

“All three,” I said.

“What?”

“It’s like Kitty’s spinning both ways,” I said. I touched my nose. Shit, it was bleeding. I grabbed it with my hand and squeezed as Dove led me to the bathroom. She pointed to the tissues on the sink counter. She opened a gold framed wooden cabinet by the window and grabbed some Tylenol.

The bathroom door was directly across the hall from Kitty’s room. She smiled and looked away as she rushed a pile of stuffed animals into a hamper and forced the lid down. I kicked the door closed.

“Um, Jordan? The door?” Dove said.

“It keeps me from doing you both at once,” I said, grabbing her mind.

“Romantic tip one, don’t lock a girl in a room with you and then force yourself on her?”

“It’s not like that,” I said, but I was already rolling her up to match Kitty’s ten. Dove put her hand on her hip and licked her lips.

“So what then? Worried that Kitty’s gonna break your dick?”

“Now that you mention it,” I said, chuckling at how honest that was. I was talking a bit high pitched with my nose crushed as I was waiting for the run to clot. “Um, no. What about a threesome?”

“A threesome?” she asked. I really had to push to keep her from falling. I hedged my bets and got her up to a twelve. She closed the distance, ran her hand over my chest. “What if Kitty doesn’t want me there when she loses her virginity?”

“She’s a virgin?”

“Kitty?”

“What? She’s hot.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda true. I guess you’re the first guy with the pain tolerance high enough to keep coming back.” She slipped two Tylenol tablets into my mouth. I had to shut up because I wasn’t breathing or talking until I swallowed. “You’re gonna have a hell of a black eye.”

“And guys with scars turn you on?”

“Maybe, if they’re the guy who won the fight...” she said. I pulled her to a thirteen. “You’re in deep enough, Jordan! Anymore and I think I’ll go fuck that doorknob!”

“Kinky.”

“Oh my god, you’re a total dork,” she said. “Fine, threesome with Kitty. I’m going to need a bit more of a ramp up.”

Kitty knocked on the bathroom door.

“Dove ... Please go away.”

“So is she,” Dove said.

I nodded, turned Dove up to a solid fourteen. I was surprised she wasn’t sucking my dick right now. Or licking the blood off my hands. She had control of herself the way I didn’t see in Marie, let alone anyone else.

“Alright, Kitty!” Dove said, she passed by me rubbing her breasts across my chest. She snapped her teeth at me and smiled. We could both feel how hard I was. She opened the door.

Kitty had shed her school clothes and was standing there in her bra and panties. She tried to rush through Dove. Dove grabbed Kitty by the waist and lifted the younger sister from the ground. Kitty kicked, harmlessly, as Dove marched Kitty across the hall and threw her onto the bed.

“Dove! OK, I get it. Not in the hall!” The last word as a spiking shriek that surprisingly didn’t shatter all of the windows in the house. Dove flicked a smile back at me. She was wearing pajamas. Fuzzy blue pants and a loose faded t-shirt. She pitched the t-shirt onto Kitty’s hamper and posed with her shoulders.

Dove’s tits were high and perky. They weren’t the best I’d ever seen, but I’d been surrounded by great tits for days.

I tossed the wad of bloody tissues into a waste bin. I hurriedly washed my hands and face. Kitty came dashing into the bathroom. She slipped on the bathmat and scythed my legs out from under me with a pretty amazing scissor kick takedown.

I managed not to break my face this time. I was leaning over Kitty.

“Hi.” I said. “Dove’s gonna join us.”

“Why?” Kitty said. Her minds dropped and pumped up and down. Twelves and sevens and then changing places. I grabbed her elbows and lifted her up to her feet.

“You can feel this right?” I said. I pushed Kitty back and shut the door. Dove was way too amped up for me to risk taking her down a step at all. Kitty folded back against the closed door.

“Yes! Yes! I can feel it!”

She pulled me in and kissed the hell out of me. Which was awesome. She had no idea what she was doing. It was hot and wet and I narrowly escaped.

“Less teeth,” I said.

“Sorry!” She was blushing down her neck to her tight bra. I reached down and stopped a half-inch from her tit. She grabbed my hand with both of hers and clasped it to her chest. “Yes!”

Ego totally stroked. I ran my thumb over her nipple which I could feel through the bra, but had yet to see. I smiled as stupidly as she did.