Chapter 21A

It was immediately after they'd finished dinner that the phone rang and Gwen had an interesting conversation with the caller. Dan missed the first part of it and so wasn't sure who it was she was speaking with. But, he had a few clues from the general topic being covered and the glances that Gwen kept directing towards him. Eventually, she called Henry over and Dan suddenly knew exactly who had called.

"Yeah, Matt. That's what I understood he called Don. Really!? Mitch sent you a clip of the whole thing! Well, why don't you forward it to me at work. I think I may come up with a separate lawsuit of my own. The families of both of Don's parents should be able to go after that idiot separately, given the implications of what he said. That should make it doubly hard for his defense!"

Matthew Jennings was the younger brother of Don's mother Diane Jennings Nichols. Diane had died when Don was only two years old.

Uncle Matt was a young, high-powered attorney in Raleigh. He was well liked in his hometown of Danielville and also in the larger legal community amongst those who knew him. He did quite a bit of public service, pro bono work. His firm was quite happy with his regular work and enjoyed the good public-relations benefit of having a handsome young attorney who did further good work for the poor and those whose concerns were being ignored. And that work was quite satisfying to a young man who was still somewhat idealistic.

That didn't keep Matt from having an intensely loyal streak of fierceness where his family was concerned. It was a fierceness that could also be used in the legal version of an assault with the intent to maim, render, draw & quarter.

Dan was motioned over to the phone and had it handed to him. It was an old fashioned unit without any video. He spoke with Don's Uncle Matt for a few minutes. He described his perception of the vice-principal, emphasizing how hostile the man seemed to be towards Don. He even noted that the v-p had ordered Leroy's expulsion earlier that morning. Don's uncle thought that the outbursts by the man might be indicative of some violent tendencies. Matt asked to speak with Henry, again.

There followed a discussion of acquiring a restraining order against the official. Both men were concerned that the program promoter was out of control in regard to Don and perhaps even Leroy. They ended their call with a promise to talk again the next day.

Henry then called Lester Thomas and had Dan describe how Leroy had also been threatened. Lester had already heard about it from Leroy and Danny Perkins, but he was glad to hear another viewpoint on that particular incident. Henry got back on the line with Lester and they discussed getting restraining orders. Lester was worried that the recently enacted federal and state legislation might protect a program official against such legal injunctions and restraints. They agreed that they should allow Matt to determine what might be the best legal strategy to pursue in trying to protect their sons. They finished up their call with Henry saying he'd be calling Mark Mullins.

Don's father then called the President of the School Board at home. Once they got started it seemed to develop that Mark Mullins had been discussing the matter with the several of the other members of the School Board. Two of them were attorneys and they'd expressed concerns about how the legislation setting up the program might protect 'licensed' officials from being served with restraining orders or being subjected to lawsuits where program participants were concerned.

As Dan heard that last bit he had a feeling that whatever developed, he was going to be directly engaged in some sort of actual, hands-on confrontation with the program official.

Eventually, the telephone calls and discussions came to their end. However, before it was all over Don was asked to speak with Mr. Mullins.

"Don, I understand that my daughter may have done something to offend and perhaps even hurt you, today. Is that true?"

Dan decided an indirect and slightly tangential course of reply was best. "Uh, Mr. Mullins — Janet apologized to me about what happened and I accepted her apology. Case closed, in my book. It's nothing you really need to concern yourself with. Several of Janet's friends had some earnest conversations with her and so did I. I don't believe there's any sort of problem that you and I need to discuss."

"Damn, son — you're good! You might want to take after your Uncle Matt. You'd probably be rich and famous in under ten years with that sort of smoothness."

"Me — a lawyer, no — I don't think so! I don't have the personality for that." Dan cringed at the thought of it!

The phone calls and conversations finally came to an end. He was contemplating a retreat to his room when the twins tackled him and drew him over onto the couch. They both took hold of a hand and held onto him. He was effectively trapped by a pair of eleven year old girls.

Oh well, it could be worse. They could instead be a pair of twin bouncers each weighing 300 lbs. Been there, done that. Not ever again...

"Don, tell us about being in the program."

"Who told you about me being in the program, Traci?"

Traci squealed! "You recognized me! You can tell us apart! How long have you been able to do that!?"

He paused. How exactly had he been able to do that? It wasn't a guess or a fluke of any sort. He'd known with certainty which one of the twins had asked him that question.

Well, ain't this interestin'!? How'd I figure this out?

He had to answer her — somehow... "Uh, I guess I figured out whatever it was I used to know, Traci. I'm not really sure how I can tell you apart. Uh, you aren't really Terri, are you?" He was absolutely sure she wasn't, but he just couldn't figure out how he knew that.

He got swatted from the other direction by a grinning Terri. "I'm Terri, Don!"

He grinned back at her. "Yeah, I know — Terri. I just gotta have some fun with Traci."

"Fun with Traci! NO WAY! You're gonna have some fun with me, too!" She then got what might pass for an evil look on the visage of an eleven year old girl.

She altered her voice. "You zee, vee hauf aur vays..." And with that she launched a tickling attack against a Dan who wasn't yet aware that Don's body was ticklish.

Unfortunately for Dan, Traci was also aware of Don's weaknesses. All in all, it was a close run thing. The energy of the twins versus his host body's ticklish weakness and his countering discipline. His discipline almost completely lost out to the twins.

In the end he gained control by the exercise of a severe utilization of his considerable martial arts prowess. He simply got both of the girls stuffed under the loose cushions of the couch and then laid himself out atop the cushions. His 175 pound frame proved to be just barely adequate to keep two eleven year olds compressed and incapable of reaching his ticklish sides. In the process of gaining control over the girls he'd learned a valuable lesson. Don's body was especially ticklish in certain spots. He'd have to remember and defend himself against such devilishly clever assaults in the future.

He perceived that he was about to undergo a flank attack from the twins' older sisters when the mother of all four girls ordered a cease-fire and cessation of further hostilities. The twins had a rapidly approaching bedtime and it was now time for them to get ready for bed. Even while compressed under the cover of couch cushions and an older brother's body they still managed to moan their frustration at being sent to bed.

Their older sisters just felt frustrated at being denied a chance to closely assault their stepbrother's body.

Of the five, only Jan and Dan really appreciated how well he'd acted. He had managed to ham it up to entertain Don's younger sisters. Jan appreciated how Dan had managed things. To her, he was working quite hard to fit into a family of which he was not really a part.

Susie, on the other hand... She seemed to be seeing and analyzing things quite differently. To her Don appeared to be striving to fit back into their happy family. She just didn't know about the truth of his situation — not yet... or so he believed.

For different and yet somehow similar reasons the two teenaged girls came up with somewhat similar evaluations of the act that Dan / Don had put on.

Not that the analyses of the two older half-sisters came up with different conclusions. Their conclusions came out to be about exactly the same.

He escaped further entanglement with the younger female complement of the Nichols household and got himself safely retreated into Don's room.

Dan stripped off his cloths down to a pair of clean boxers he'd donned after he'd gotten home. He was sure he'd feel more comfortable that way than with anything else he might wear. Not noticing it, it seemed that the program might be having an effect upon him.

He crawled into bed and thought about his first day in the program. He went over things, again and again and again...

His bedside lamp was on and an open book was laid out beside him. The book was page down, it's binder slowly creasing and beginning the destruction of its binding. He'd tried to read for a while and found it hopeless. He'd set the book aside to think some more.

He lay in bed contemplating where his new life was going. He'd given up on trying to evaluate and forecast things related to the damned program. For him it was so far from out of left field that he just couldn't decide where it was leading him.

So, while lying there he was trying to figure out how to handle both Donna and Cindy and the possibility of other girls and young women who might be interested in him.

That's when there was a knock at his bedroom door. He looked at the clock and realized that he'd been ruminating for over three hours. It was nearly 11:30 and he was still wide awake. He took a moment to make sure that he wasn't exposing his equipment around the edges of his boxers before replying to the knocking.

"Yeah, who is it?"

"Jan. Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure. The door's not locked."

The door opened and in walked the GODDESS. He suddenly sat up in bed. This was just about too damned much. She was hardly dressed in anything as much as she was almost wholly undressed. What little she did have on hid almost nothing.

He stared at one of the two individuals who knew of his true identity and suddenly understood that his contemplation of moments ago had been far too simplistic. His prior assumption that Jan was taking the role of supportive stepsister was destroyed in this very moment of perceptual clarity, as he viewed this vision that slowly closed the door to his room.

Jan's dark skin tones were greatly contrasted by the sheer white lace bra that enclosed her taught breasts. It was clear through the transparent lace that her mounds were relatively pale in comparison with the rest of her body. His analytic side realized that Jan actually tanned in response to exposure to the sun. The rest of him ignored that analytic component of his mind.

Her nipples were of the darkest brown, and stood out a bit on their own slightly puffy mounts. Her chest and stomach were flawless expanses of milky chocolate skin. He'd seen her navel, of course — many times. However, now it caught his attention as if it were a punctuation mark pointing to a further place of wonder.

And that wondrous place was itself clad in yet more transparent lace. Which did nothing to conceal the bikini-cut patch of curly black pubic hair. And the crotch of those terribly revealing bikini panties was itself a clear panel of translucent nothingness. The fabric was sheer and some of the inner pink surfaces of Jan's vulva were showing.

OH MY GAWD! I'm in for it now. Where in the world is she coming from? How did she ever manage to buy some outfit like that without Gwen knowing about it? WHAT THE HELL AM I GONNA DO!?

Those thoughts quickly passed through his mind as he watched a small smile play across Jan's face. He suddenly realized that he might be collecting flies, as his mouth was hanging open. He snapped it shut and swallowed as the vision that had entered his room walked over to his bed.

"Can I sit down, Dan?" Jan was still smiling.

His heart racing, he nodded. He couldn't quite speak.

Jan sat down on the edge of the bed and turned around to sit cross-legged by his side. This had for him the discomforting effect of placing her transparently covered pussy in full view. He couldn't help himself. He found that he had to look — and look again. His eyes traversed Jan from her beautiful face down across her lovely breasts and tight belly to her almost fully exposed sex - repeatedly.

He groaned.

She chuckled. "Now you know what I was going through when I saw you at lunchtime."

He really felt like a fifteen year old kid at this moment. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"I covered up my reaction to you with that little joke of mine. I could have had a nice orgasm right there, if I hadn't kept control over myself. I'm not like Janet — I can keep pretty good control over my lust. But, seeing you today was a challenge. Dan, I think I'm crazy in love with you..."

"Oh God! Not you, too — Jan?"

"Yeah."

"Damn! I am gonna go crazy! What is it about me that causes this to happen!?" He was practically incredulous.

"Don't you know, Dan?"

"No!"

She had moved her left hand and was running it up and down his thigh. She smiled at his incredulity. "It's just because you're such a nice guy who cares. You take care of people in need. You defend those being threatened by thoughtless fools and idiots. That makes you someone who's very attractive, for a guy." She smiled at her little joke.

Whatever might have followed was interrupted by another knock on his door. He looked into Jan's eyes and she just grinned a bit. She glanced back at the door and then returned to his gaze. She nodded.

He just knew that this was a bad idea. "Yes? Who's there?"

"It's me, Don. Susie. Can I come in?"

Jan replied for him. "Come on in, Sis. We're just talking."

The door opened and a smiling Susie came in and closed the door behind her.

Dan felt like he was experiencing some sort of wild and crazy fantasy dream. Not exactly a nightmare - but a dream with a wickedly challenging content, nonetheless.

There was before him another problem, for Susie was wearing almost the identical set of bra and panties as Jan had on. Only hers were pink. The pattern of lace was different, too. But her pink nipples and pink labial lips were clearly visible. Her mons was topped by a neatly trimmed narrow strip of blond pubic hair.

Oh God! She's so much like Cindy! Damn! Maybe they trade notes or something...

The big difference between Susie versus both Cindy and Jan were her breasts. They were much fuller than the two other girls. Dan suddenly remembered that he'd noticed her bra size while retrieving some of their mixed laundry from the drier. She was already something like a 36C in her bra size and those delicious-looking orbs were just barely held in by the translucent cups of her bra.

Susie smiled and didn't even ask if she could join her sister and stepbrother on the bed. She walked around the foot of his bed and approached him from the side opposite of Jan. She continued smiling as she sat beside him and copied Jan's positioning and posture. Dan now had two pussies displayed before him.

He groaned and dropped back down onto his pillows. He vaguely perceived the presence of the AC-556K as his head settled into the mass of feathers, foam, and cloth. He'd been sleeping with the compact assault rifle underneath his head for several weeks. Its presence was something he felt and momentarily evaluated as he tried to escape from what confronted him.

However, reality reasserted itself. Both girls shared a smile as they traded glances. They then straightened themselves out and stretched out alongside their presumptive stepbrother.

Dan sought escape in fleeing his senses. The two sisters were now pressing up against him, with a bra-clad breast from each lying alongside his sides. They both had gleaming eyes and wicked-looking smiles as they leaned over his face and studied his expression. His escape attempt failed. He was stuck atop his pillows with Don's two stepsisters pressing closely against him.

"Please, you're torturing me. I can't get any satisfaction from anything and you're driving me crazy."

"Oh, poor, poor Don. You walk around naked all day and drive me crazy and you're complaining?" Susie pouted and managed to chuckle at the same time.

Jan glanced over at her sister. "Let me. I want to know him better. You've already had your chance." She smiled as she ended that.

That's right. Jan knows about what Susie's tried with me. How can I survive this? I'm not ready for anything like four girls sharing me and my affections — much less my incapacity to perform!

Jan leaned over closer to him and brought her lips to his. Her kiss began light and tender. She then barely parted her own lips and just ran her tongue across Don's lips. He was trying to control his response to her kiss but hands were roaming across his defenseless body and passing across his genitals.

Jan pressed on with her oral assault upon his sanity and finally he found himself responding fully. He kissed his goddess back with a full interlocking of their tongues. Her very nice breasts were forcefully being ground into his own chest. The thin material of her bra didn't do much to keep the feeling of her flesh against his from becoming terribly exciting. His chest was actually beginning to heave up and down a bit as they shared their passions.

And the hands passing over his cock and balls still weren't causing any damned thing to happen.