Chapter 12

I made a detour to the bathroom on the way back to bed, and took a quick shower. Although Megan was fine with my relationship with the girls, I tried not to slip into bed with her after having sex with one of them without taking a shower. She probably wouldn't mind, and I wasn't even sure it didn't turn her on, but I didn't want to be obvious about it. I still wasn't sure why she allowed it, and that it wouldn't someday blow up in my face. I understood about our ancestry, but still, to experience it in real life was different...

I spooned up to Megan, but she turned around to face me and pulled me in close. Her sleepy eyes opened partway.

"Did you spend the night with Amy?" she asked. I shook my head.

"You should spend some time with her. Show her you love her. She's having nightmares that you want to kill her. You need to show her that's not true." Megan gave me a gentle push, trying to get me out of bed. Then she stopped and grinned at me.

"Unless Sammi wore you out?"

"No. I just wanted to spend some time with you. You're going to be my wife and I feel like I've been neglecting you," I told her truthfully.

Megan touched my cheek gently.

"That's sweet! But Amy is going to be your wife too and she needs you right now," Megan said, then looked distressed. "Wait. That didn't sound right. I need you too, I didn't mean that, but I'm not extra needy right now. Amy is. Go, Patrick. Trust me." She kissed me to show me she loved me, then kicked me out of the bed!

"You're just trying to get rid of me so I'll leave you alone and you can go back to sleep," I kidded her. She looked at me innocently and giggled.

"Damn! I didn't expect you to figure it out so soon!" She grabbed me and gave me a kiss that would've been illegal in several states. "Does that feel like I'm trying to get rid of you? Now go! Take care of your girl!"

Megan was asleep before I left the room.

I stopped at the doorway to Amy's room. She was tossing and turning in her sleep. I could hear her crying out softly in distress. I figured she was having another one of those nightmares. I would normally have awakened Becky to see if she could tell what it was and where it was coming from, but she was still recuperating and needed her sleep. I felt Becky in my mind.

'It's ok. I couldn't sleep. I've been monitoring her for awhile now, ' Becky told me. 'Go ahead and wake her up. I'm not going to learn anything more. Come talk to me tomorrow when you're not so busy!' I heard her giggle in my mind. I wondered what it would be like to have a sex life that wasn't an open book to the whole family.

'Boring, ' Becky said dryly.

I slipped onto the bed and spooned up behind Amy. She whimpered and tried to pull away from me. I whispered in her ear.

"It's ok, Amy, Daddy's here. Wake up, sweetie."

"Please, Daddy, don't kill me! Please! I love you!" Amy cried softly in her sleep.

That was all I could take. I woke her up.

Amy looked startled when she opened her eyes. I could still see the fear and confusion in them. She tried to pull away, but I held onto her, ignoring the possibility of being seriously hurt if she really wanted to get away. Then her eyes cleared.

"Daddy!" she squealed softly, hugging me. "It's been a long time since you came to bed with me! Are you going to make love to me?" she asked breathlessly. I nodded. She hugged me close and squealed again. Her hot little tongue licking my neck sensuously almost made me lose it right then.

"Amy, what were you dreaming about when I woke you up?" I asked. I saw her face cloud over momentarily, then clear up again.

"I don't know. Something about you. I can't remember," she said, dismissing it as unimportant. Amy had other things on her mind.

I started making love to Amy. I touched her all over her body, softly and gently. I soon had her breathing hard and whimpering, begging me to make her come. When I didn't, she suddenly flipped me over and straddled me, riding me. I saw the mischievous look in her eyes.

"So, when am I going to do Eric so he and Sammi can get it on? You promised you'd be there with me!" she asked, bringing up a subject she knew turned me on. She giggled as she felt me get harder.

"I'm sorry, Amy, but that just isn't going to happen," I said in between gasps. God, Amy could get me going so fast!

"Why not? I thought you... Oh my God!" Amy's eyes grew huge as she picked out of my mind what the problem was.

"Eric... Eric's in love... with me? Oh my God! That's... that's not possible. He and Sammi... I know he loves her... Oh shit!" I felt Amy lose control of her body and my cock was suddenly awash in her fluids. She lay down on top of me, buried her head in my neck, and quietly screamed as she had a massive orgasm. She collapsed on me, whimpering softly.

"Daddy! Oh God, Daddy, I love you! Eric!" she whispered as she melted down completely.

I held Amy as she lay there, kissing her and whispering how much I loved her. I was trying to avoid the major trouble that I knew was coming in a few seconds.

It didn't bother me that Amy was turned on by Eric. I knew she loved me, and lusted after him. He was her age after all. I didn't know why he was the only one I wasn't jealous of with Amy, but he was. I actually thought it was cute. I got hard thinking of watching them... together. I also knew that as soon as Amy realized she had called me Eric, she was going to come unglued.

It only took a few seconds. Then I watched Amy's eyes grow huge and I watched them fill with fear and embarrassment.

"Daddy... I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I really don't love him! I love you! Please forgive me! Oh fuck! I've screwed up so badly!" she whispered to herself. I hugged her but didn't have a chance to comfort her before she tried again.

"Daddy... it's just... I've never had anyone my own age in love with me before... it just turns me on... but it's not like you... oh shit!"

'Lisa! Lisa! God! Please! I need you right now! Please, hurry!' Amy practically screamed in her mind.

Seconds later, Lisa ran into the room.

"What is it, Amy?" Lisa asked, her eyes filled with concern. I saw her eyes widen as she saw Amy and I naked, then she pointedly ignored it as she blushed.

"Lisa, I'm afraid I've messed up really badly. Daddy took me by surprise and I reacted without thinking, and he saw how Eric turns me on. I'm afraid he'll take it the wrong way! I can't lose Daddy, Lisa! Please help!" Amy was almost frantic.

"How do you want me to help, Amy?" Lisa asked, somewhat bewildered. I saw a subtle change in Amy's face and mannerisms.

"I think Amy wants you to give Patrick the memory back of the conversation on the plane on the way back from Washington, D.C.," a more mature voice said. I knew it had to be Amma-llia.

"Amma, you know that's dangerous, restoring his memory... I don't know..."

"I think you may have to, Lisa. Amy is obsessing about this and it's just going to get worse. She needs to know that Patrick knows what her true relationship is with him. It's not that critical a subject that it has to be kept secret. It'll mean a lot to her if she knows he'll never have to worry about her love for him."

I tried to interrupt.

"Lisa, I'm not worried... I understand..."

"It doesn't matter, Patrick. She's worried, and that's what matters. We can't leave her a bundle of concern like that. Restore the memory, Lisa. Please. He already knows I exist, so the risk is minimal," Amma-llia said.

Lisa sighed.

"Ok, I guess. But Daddy, this is not a prelude to me releasing more information. You bug me about that again and I will... I don't know what, but I'll do it, I swear!" Lisa threatened. I laughed at her. Then a memory flooded my mind.

Understanding flashed through me as the memory filled my mind. I saw the look of relief on Amy's face as she became aware that I now knew. I realized I didn't really need the memory; everything Amma-llia said on the plane about her feelings and relationship with me I had known anyway. Oh, not the specifics, but I knew Amy loved me and I knew she would never be 'unfaithful' to me, whatever that meant with us. I was glad to know more about Amma-llia though. I realized that I had loved her deeply before, just as I loved Amy now.

"You see, Daddy, Eric is no threat to you. It's like with Sammi; Eric is my 'mysterious boy', and you are my Eric. She loves the boy in some way, just as I in some way love Eric, but it is entirely different from how she loves Eric and how I love you. There is no conflict." Amy looked at me, her eyes hopeful, pleading with me to understand.

I sighed. Why did teenagers always have to make a major problem out of a situation that was never a problem to start with? I didn't have a problem with her and Eric; I thought that someday I would immensely enjoy watching them have sex together. I didn't understand it myself, but I was not jealous of him and it was not a problem.

I held out my arms to Amy and she snuggled close to me.

"I love you, Daddy! I really, really do! No one but you!" she breathed huskily into my ear.

"I know. Of course, fucking Eric might be fun too, right?" I whispered back. She grinned, no longer worried about me.

"Well, there is that..." she giggled.

"Remember, Amy, I already said it was ok for you and Eric to get together. Your having a more powerful orgasm thinking about it is not betraying me. It's part of the ok. Even if you are not the one to break him in for Sammi, it's still ok if the desire hits you. Just let me know, so I'm not surprised. Or tell me as soon afterwards as you can," I told her as we cuddled. Amy blushed at the thought of telling me about sex with Eric.

I awoke the next morning with Amy snuggled up to me on one side and Megan on the other. I guess Megan got lonely. I guess she got horny too, because she was stroking my cock slowly. She smiled sweetly when she saw I was awake, and slipped my cock all the way up inside with one push. Megan made love to me slowly as I tried to keep from waking Amy. I kissed Megan to keep the noise down. I knew I had failed, however, when I felt Amy's warm hand stroking my balls from behind. That and her hot breath on my neck as she giggled in my ear was enough to make me come along with Megan. The intensity of Megan's orgasm convinced me that Amy might have been touching Megan as well as me. I'm sure it was accidental!

After everyone was up for the day I sent them shopping while Becky, Victoria, Katie and I stayed home. John, Robert, and Rhonda were on guard duty outside. I thought it was time to watch the 'videos' Becky made of Crystal and Angela's memories. I also wanted to find out what Becky had found out about Amy's dream. Eric seemed torn between going shopping with a bunch of pretty girls or staying back with me. The decision was made for him when Larelle took his hand, squeezed it tightly, and batted her pretty little eyelashes at him, her eyes alight with promise. She didn't have to try very hard to get him to follow her. Katie and Becky giggled. Sammi smiled. Victoria rolled her eyes. I guess that might explain the private, intense conversation I had seen Sammi and Larelle having earlier.

Angela's memories were not too bad. She had not been molested much, since her buyer wanted a virgin. Oh, a couple of the men had stripped her naked and felt up her tits and pussy a little, but the leader had walked in on them and went ballistic. She was very quickly was dressed and never bothered again.

The major thing I wanted from Angela's memories was a picture of the boy in the room with her during her rescue. I really wanted to know who he was. I also wanted to know if he was the same boy that Sammi had met, and if he was the same boy that Amy and Katie dreamed about.

I stopped her 'movie' a couple times, looking at the boy closely. The picture was not very good, as Angela had been so surprised and spent a good amount of the time hugging and kissing him, so we couldn't see his face well. It was good enough, though, that I was almost certain the boy that Angela saw was the same boy that I had met with Sammi after the park incident. I still had no idea who he was. I was most interested in the softly spoken name he called her when he said goodbye. I could swear he had called her 'Katie'.

I had Becky transmit the picture to Katie, to see if he matched the image of the boy in her dreams. Unfortunately that was not as clear-cut, as Katie had never had a real clear image of him. The height, weight, and profile of him were similar, but Katie had never seen a good face shot. The boy seemed to be able to control her dreams about him, and he apparently didn't want to be seen yet. She didn't think Amy had seen his face clearly either, but I would check later.

I decided to call my Dad over to the house before we looked at Crystal's 'movie'. He arrived in a few minutes. I asked Becky to show him a picture of the boy. She walked over to the printer hooked up to my computer, touched it, and a color picture printed out. I realized she had given him a real copy rather than a picture in his mind so he had something to show others. Such a bright girl!

I handed the picture to my Dad. I saw his eyes widen for a millisecond, then return to normal.

"Do you recognize him?" I asked.

"I'm sure I've seen him before. He's connected with a government agency. Is he a concern?" Dad asked tensely.

"I'm not sure. Why?"

"Because I'm pretty sure I've seen him around the President's family before," Dad replied.

Uh-oh!

"Sammi met him and seems to speak highly of him. I will see what she knows when she gets back," I replied.

"I'll check on this at the office. I'll see if I can figure out who he is and what department he belongs to. It shouldn't be hard; he looks very young to be a part of the government. How old is he?" Dad asked.

"Sammi seemed to indicate about our girls' ages. I would agree from when I met him."

Dad promised he would get back to us tomorrow. After he left, we prepared to watch Crystal's 'video'.

Oh. My. God. I knew Crystal's 'tape' would be bad. I was not prepared for what I saw.

<By mutual consent, Patrick and I have chosen not to depict what Crystal went through. It was too horrible to describe. Suffice it to say that there is nothing involving forced sex, rape, torture, or anything vaguely sexual that involved non-consensual sex, humiliation, and abuse that the poor girl was not subjected to. J.>

Within minutes, I had Katie in my lap, eyes wide with horror. She buried her face in my chest and shook with sobs. Becky wanted to cut the feed to Katie, but Katie insisted she see it all. She was concerned that Becky would need her support later after seeing it herself, and she felt she needed to know what she had seen. I remembered what Katie had been through in the last cycle and understood her reaction. It was not that different from our reactions, just more pronounced.

Victoria's face looked as if it were carved in stone. I shivered as I observed her apparent lack of reaction. When Victoria showed no reaction about something, it was time to be frightened if you were the object of her stony face. I knew from long experience with my twin that when we caught these people, they would not make it to trial. Death would be very painful for them if she had her way. The other thing I knew about Victoria is that she always had her way, although she would likely have to move fast to beat any of us to the deed.

We were about ten minutes into the tape when I saw it.

I wasn't exactly sure what I saw, I just knew something wasn't right. I reached over and grabbed Becky's arm lightly. I saw by the look on Victoria's face that she had seen it too.

"Becky, stop. Run it back about thirty seconds," I said.

There. There it was again. I was stunned. This was not possible. Victoria looked at me, confusion in her eyes. What the hell?

"Quadrant three, honey. Coordinates 125, 104, 35. Enlarge 5X. Focus, smooth and enhance."

I heard the gasps in the room. Katie's eyes were big as saucers.

"That can't be, Daddy!" she whispered.

We were staring at the enlarged face, clear as day, of a young girl, about fourteen years old. She was small in stature, had a pretty face, even with the cuts and bruises, and long blonde hair. She had pretty blue eyes. We had seen before the enlargement that she was nude, being held by two men while two others raped her. From the looks of her condition, this had happened often. The scene was clear because Crystal was being forced to watch what they were doing to the girl. There was no indication that Angela was around. The girl was fighting them desperately, but it was no use. I could clearly see the hopelessness, despair, anger, desperation, and panic in her eyes. Somewhere deep inside was the look also of an overriding love for someone. It was the only thing that was keeping her from giving up.

We were looking at the battered, determined face of Katie!

"That's not me, Daddy! It can't be! I've never been through this. You guys know I've never been away long enough for this to happen!"

Katie was upset. I guess I would be too if I were staring at myself, undergoing something I had no recollection about.

"Could it be from the last cycle, Katie? Could this be from the experiences with your father, before we knew you?"

"No. I remember every sordid moment of that. Nothing like this happened." Poor Katie; she was crying again.

"Becky, could this be you after the fire, when they took you?"

"No. I was conscious all the time after the first few hours, and this girl is obviously conscious, so it wasn't during that time. Besides, they never mistreated me that way," Becky replied.

"Can you tell what time period this is?" I asked.

"Within the last month, two at the most. No longer than that. It can't be the last cycle. This is here and now."