Chapter 32

This chapter is dedicated to LCF.

I smiled and laughed softly as I woke up and found Sarah sleeping on top of me. Did the girls talk to each other about that, or did they just all like it? Then I remembered; Sara had been watching me through her ability for years. She had probably seen it many times. I guess it looked like fun.

As fun as it was for me, having two pretty females nesting with me, I needed to get up. I wanted to check on Sammi and Becky, to see if they were ok. They'd had a tough time last night too.

I gently eased Sara off of me, to snuggle her against Megan. At least I tried to. She whimpered in her sleep and held on tight.

"I have to get up, Sara. I have to check on Sammi. Megan will take care of you. Snuggle up to her, honey," I whispered in her ear. She must have heard me in her sleep, because she gave a disappointed little whimper but moved over and wrapped her arms around Megan. Megan whispered to her, without ever waking up, that everything was alright and patted her on the back, then hugged her close. I laughed quietly; Mommy Megan, always ready to comfort, even in her sleep. I slid out of bed before the clinging barnacle grabbed me again.

I found Becky in her room, lying curled up on her bed. I was a little surprised that Sammi wasn't with her, as they had been almost inseparable since we became aware of whom Sammi was. As I moved closer to Becky, I realized she was crying. I sat on the bed and pulled her head on my lap. I kissed her softly and stroked her hair as she cried. She kissed me back, with considerably more passion than I had shown. As she kissed me, she moved my hand in between her legs, helping me to rub her there. She looked at me with big, sad eyes, a desperate look in them.

"Please?" She asked softly.

How could I refuse her when she was so needy? I rubbed her softly until, after only a minute or two, she buried her head in my neck and cried out quietly, trembling all over. I held her close again as she recovered. Then I turned her face to look her in the eyes.

"What's going on, Becky? Talk to me?" I asked, as her tears started to fall again.

"I let her down! She could have been killed because of me! How can she ever want to be around me again?" She sobbed.

"Is that why Sammi isn't in here with you? She left because she doesn't want to be around you?" I asked. Becky looked guilty.

"Well... no, not exactly," she stammered.

"Then what, exactly, Becky?" I pressed.

"I... asked her to leave. She's not safe with me," she sobbed, tears in her eyes.

"Becky... you're supposed to guide her. You can't do that if you're not around her. It was never part of your job to protect her. That's my job. If anyone failed, it was me by not providing adequate defense for this whole family." She didn't look convinced.

God! Teenagers! What had I done in my life that was so awful that I was saddled with this? I had eight of the most competent, deadly, amazing girls in the world and all they ever dwelled upon was how big a failures they were. Well, this one was going to get about as much sympathy from me as Amy had. Later. Right now, I needed to check on Sammi. I walked out of Becky's room, looking for Sammi. I finally found her in the living room, curled up on the couch. She was no better now at pretending she was asleep than when she had tried it in the hospital. I sat down next to her and tickled her until she 'woke up'.

"How are you doing, Lady Samantha?" I asked. That earned me a sore shoulder.

"I'm fine, why?" She asked

"Well, I thought you might be a little upset, what with being almost kidnapped and all," I replied. She laughed.

"Nah. I've been through forced stuff so much before, it doesn't worry me much anymore. What can they do to me that I haven't had done already, except kill me, and I knew they wouldn't do that. Besides, I knew between you, Amy and Megan, they didn't stand a chance." She gave me a sweet kiss. "Thanks for rescuing me, by the way. I'll thank you better later!" She giggled.

"So, you're not upset about anything?" I asked, ignoring her last comment. Her face fell.

"Just Becky. She doesn't like me anymore. I don't know what I did wrong, but she kicked me out of her room," she said sadly.

I would have bet money that was what I was going to hear. I wondered how these girls could spend so much time reading other people's minds and so little time reading each other's.

"Sammi... Becky likes you just fine. You did nothing wrong. She is upset because she failed to protect you last night. She feels she did a bad job, so she has removed herself from her job of helping you." At least someone besides me still had some sense. Sammi looked amazed.

"She's crazy! She did nothing wrong. She was asleep, for heaven's sake! She's not supposed to sleep? It's not her job to protect me. That's your job. If anyone failed..." She stopped, blushing and looking embarrassed, realizing what she was saying and who she was saying it to. Thanks, Sammi. I really needed to hear that.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean that the way it sounded. You have to sleep too. I was just trying to say that it wasn't her fault, that's all." She looked chagrined. I kissed her, making her eyes light up.

"It's ok, Your Highness. I understand," I quipped, earning me a bruise on the other arm. But she laughed, and that was the objective. "You need to go tell Becky that. If you don't, I will, and I won't be nearly as nice about it as you will be." My frustration was showing through.

"Why would you not be nice about it? Becky's a sweetheart. You couldn't be mean to her. Are you ok?" Sammi asked, suddenly concerned.

"Sure, Sammi, I'm ok. I got you kidnapped, Becky and Sara doped up, scaring the hell out of Sara in the process, Megan's a basket case, Amy's mad at me, Becky's given up on her job. Don't take this wrong, Sammi, I love you girls to pieces, but sometimes you teenagers are more than I can handle. I need a rest." I smiled weakly at her.

"Poor Daddy," she giggled. "Are we running you ragged? Think how hard it is on us. We have to live with us every day. It's not easy being a teenage girl, especially one that was artificially made. We'll clear out today and give you some time by yourself." She smiled sweetly at me. I shooed her into the bedroom to smooth things over with Becky.

I went into the den and called my Dad. He answered on the first ring.

"Hi Dad. Did I wake you up?" I asked. He laughed.

"You'd have to call a lot earlier in the morning than this to wake me up, Son," he answered.

"Darn. I so wanted to return the favor to you," I groused. He chuckled, and then turned serious.

"Everything ok over there?" He asked. I could hear the worry in his voice.

"Yeah, everything is fine. Had a little trouble last night, but everything worked out ok. You probably already know all about it, though," I teased.

"Well, I know some. Why don't you tell me what happened?" Dad asked. I filled him in on what had happened, leaving out a few parts, like the history we had with those guys. Since that was before we were as we are now, I figured he didn't know anything about them or the situation involved. One of these days, I'll learn not to underestimate Dad.

"Since neither you nor Megan cut them any slack, I assume these are the guys that killed Megan's friend and tortured Megan, right?" There was a long silence as I tried to remember how to breathe again. Dad kept quiet, letting me calm down.

"How do you know about that, Dad? You weren't involved in that at all. Nobody knows about that!" I was so shocked I said more than I should have, but I decided it probably didn't matter.

"I know I wasn't involved, Son; it was before you were born and probably before I was born also," he stated quietly. Oh shit! Just exactly what did he know? And how?

"Dad? I don't know what you are talking about," I said, trying to evade the subject.

"Sure you do, Son. You just don't want to talk about it. That's ok; I'll be here if you ever do. Son, there is very little about you and Megan I don't know. Richard, the agent I stopped from harassing you years ago, was very good at extracting knowledge from you without you knowing about it. Besides, I'm no slouch myself. Don't worry, Son; your Mom and I will always love you guys, no matter who you are. So, I'm sure this is not why you called me; what can I do for you?" I could have sworn I heard Dad chuckle; he loved to freak me out with surprises.

"Well," I said, sighing heavily in relief, "I wanted your ideas and help with providing security around the house. Last night showed I need to worry about it. I thought maybe some of your employees could help in off time, or something like that."

"I could, but that wouldn't be the best idea, as you would be dealing with people you didn't know or trust. It seems to me that the answer is right in front of you, Son. I know you just want my input; you run a PI firm, you know the answer as well as I do," he told me. When I didn't answer, he continued.

"You have two highly trained Marine experts living with you, basically doing nothing. We all know they are not going to be doing much with what the Marines want them to do. Use them. John is an expert at that type of thing and Rhonda is almost as good. Anything they don't know you and Victoria can teach them. I would also use men from your PI firm. You know and trust all of them. It's harder for the enemy to suborn loyal employees, harder than with strangers. If that doesn't give you enough, I can supplement as needed. Have your chief call me when you need help, and I can provide good people." As I listened to Dad, I knew now why he made the big money. I knew he would be a big help. We talked for awhile, working the details out, and I promised I would have my head of security talk to him.

After I hung up with Dad, I walked back through the living room and noticed that Sammi was gone. I peeked into Becky's room and saw that Sammi, Becky and Katie were all in there, talking. That was good; if anyone could talk, or as a last resort, beat some sense into Becky, it would be Katie. She was a very down to earth young lady.

Since it was still early, I decided to go back to bed and sleep a little. Megan and Sara were still cuddled up together, sound asleep. I slid back into bed and patted Sara on the back, and she immediately rolled over, whimpering in her sleep, and latched onto me again, hugging me tightly. Poor little girl; I just hoped she wasn't majorly traumatized by all this.

I slept for another couple hours, until Megan and Sara woke me up, trying to not wake me up. I found it was hard to sleep through Sara's wiggling. And giggling. And she was sooo quiet when she was trying not to wake me up; NOT. They both giggled when they saw I was awake.

"Sorry Patrick. Didn't mean to wake you up, but now that you are awake, can we practice kissing some more?" Sara asked as she giggled. Right; didn't mean to wake me up. I tickled her until she begged me to stop, giggling helplessly, claiming she was going to pee her panties if I didn't stop.

We got up, and Megan and I took a shower together. Taking a shower with Megan is a rewarding experience. There is something about warm or hot water cascading down her body that never fails to make her... playful. Today was no exception. She smiled sweetly at me, then knelt down in front of me, as I was shampooing her hair, and gently sucked my cock into her mouth. Even though I knew she was going to do this more often than not, it always took me by surprise. I gasped as she took me all the way in and sucked and licked slowly. I didn't last long. Just about the time she was ready to rinse her hair, I came. After she finished swallowing, she laughed at me softly, happily. Then she squealed as I grabbed her, held her against the shower wall, and pushed my still hard cock up into her.

Soon, she was wrapping her arms and legs around me and holding on as I plunged deep into her. She kissed my neck and cried out as I pushed her over the edge. We both almost fell as I came again shortly after her. Then, we finished our shower.

After we dried off, Megan and I walked into the living room. All the girls were sitting there, grinning at us as we walked in. Megan and I blushed as we realized that we had been a little too obvious again. Sara looked at us, fire in her eyes, as she seemed almost ready to have an orgasm herself.

I learned something the hard way that day. I knew that the girls most of the time were very horny after action of any kind. I learned that day that if I kept them out of action, that caused a craving of its own. It's called shopping. Everyone wanted to go shopping.

Everyone except Sara, that is. She was still feeling bad from the night before, a mixture of reaction from whatever was used on her and just plain fear. I offered to stay home with her and baby sit while the others went to spend money. I know, I know; I was going to miss all that fun wandering around the stores for hours looking at clothes endlessly, all just to sit at home and be with Sara, one of the sweetest girls around. Ok, so it was a nasty job, but hey, someone had to do it!

Before they left to go shopping, Megan pulled me aside and gave me a kiss that curled my toes. But that wasn't what she really wanted.

"Be nice to Sara. Really nice. She needs you today. It's also time to awaken her other powers." Megan looked at me closely, to see if I understood what she was saying. I did.

"Megan... you know I have always been uncomfortable with this. She's such a sweet girl. I feel like I would be hurting her." Megan giggled as I stopped talking.

"Have you seen the way she looks at you? The only way you would be hurting her is to not do what I am telling you to do. We didn't pick this way of activating powers. You've known about this and dealt with it for years. It's the way things are. Besides, you can't tell me you won't enjoy it," she giggled again. I smacked her cute little butt, making her squeal, and pushed her out the door. She enjoyed this way too much.

I checked on Sara. She had gone to sleep again. I watched her as she slept, thrashing around restlessly. I let her sleep and went into the living room to read. About half an hour later, Rhonda and John wandered in to say hi. I was surprised that Rhonda had not gone shopping with the other girls. Once I saw the glow on her face, however, I quickly figured out she had been doing more exciting things than shopping. It seemed that John and Rhonda were getting along just fine. I wondered how Victoria and John were getting along, but I decided that was a question for another time. I decided it was a perfect time to bring up the protection issue.

"John, Rhonda, what were your instructions from the Marines regarding our family?" I asked them. They both looked at me curiously. Rhonda answered for them.

"We were instructed to render you whatever help you needed, within reason and within the guidelines of the Marines objectives, and to report back anything of interest we learned," Rhonda answered. "We already covered that."

"How would you two like an additional job?" I asked. Their eyes lit up. I knew they were bored, except with each other, of course.

"What would we have to do?" John asked.

"Not much beyond what you are trained for anyway. I would like to hire you for my PI firm, for the specific job of providing round the clock protection for the family here. Of course, you could not handle that alone, so you would be supplemented by my people and my Dad's people if necessary," I explained. "But you two would be in charge."