Chapter 32: Quality Times With Carol

Saturday, April 9, 2005 (Continued)

I went in carrying the two bags of Prof's material. As I went through the kitchen, Mom saw the bags and raised an eyebrow in the way that mothers do. In this case clearly conveying, "I didn't see you with those bags this morning, so I'm curious what is in them. Please tell me?" All that from a single eyebrow.

I answered her eyebrow with, "It's a pile of information Prof gave me about OSU, the Math Department, all the courses they offer, and a bunch of other stuff to help me decide which courses to audit or take when enrollments open. I've started reading through the parts that interest me and there's a lot of information and possibilities. There's so much choice that I have to read and try to understand a lot of it before I can begin choosing. It's going to take me a while."

Mom started asking me more questions: "How are the Williamses?", "How's the work on the house going?" Those sorts of things.

After a couple of minutes of answering Mom's questions I said, "Let me dump this stuff in my room and I'll be back in a second." I felt a bit guilty about spending so much time at the Williams', and I'd be there more tomorrow, so after getting rid of the bags I visited with Mom for a while.

Dad wandered through and asked how the soundproofing was coming along. I could tell he got a chuckle out of them having to soundproof her room because of how much noise his son got out of Julia. Vicarious ego, I guess, in a humorous way.

Carol had been studying in her room and she came out for a drink, and gave me a big smile when she saw me. "Hello, Mark."

"Hi sweetie. How are you? ... Good. While I remember to mention it, Julia's planning on your visiting her Thursday evening. She said something about your needing to prepare somehow. I don't know the details so you should call her to find out." I was careful with my language. It was to demonstrate my TK to Carol, so I'd obviously be there, but I left my involvement out to avoid any questions from Mom.

"Thanks. I'll do that now." She gave me a quick hug and then moved to the phone.

#4: <Did you feel how good her breasts felt when she hugged us?>

#1: <Yes, we all felt that. But we'd prefer to try NOT to notice that sort of thing, so please don't make an issue of them.>

I told Mom that I'd left my bike at the Williams', why, and that Julia and I were going to the movies tomorrow. While I was explaining all of this, Carol had called Julia. I was curious about the "preparations", so I listened in. I had one mind talking to Mom, and the other two active minds listening to Carol. One of the advantages of having multiple minds is how easy it is for me to pay attention to multiple conversations at the same time.

I heard Carol say, "Sure. I can come over right after school. The school car can take me there after it drops everyone else off here. Mark said something about me needing to prepare?"

After a pause of several seconds for Julia to talk, Carol said, "Oh. I don't think I have any like that. Are you sure that I need..."

(Short pause.)

"I'm sorry. Of course I will. I'll get a pair after school on Monday ... Okay, several pairs."

(Pause.)

"Oh, I've never done that before. I'm not sure ... On Wednesday night? Thanks, that'd be good. Umm, how about I call you back on my cellphone? Okay, thanks."

Carol hung up our phone and started walking to her bedroom. I heard her cellphone start ringing before she got there. She entered her room and shut the door behind her before answering it.

#4: <I didn't learn anything from that. Except that Carol felt better to have the discussion in her room rather than out here. I wonder what Julia's cooking up?>

#1: <As is usually the case, we'll wait and see.>

I continued my chat with Mom for a while, and then excused myself to do some study. I worked for an hour or so, but didn't really have my full concentration. I didn't have anything pressing to study, just working my way through some of next year's material. I kept thinking about TK-related issues.

I was thinking/daydreaming about them when there was a knock on my door. Carol called out, "It's just me."

"Come in."

I had been sitting at my desk, so when she came in I just swiveled my chair around to face her. Carol walked forward until she was beside my knees, then she knelt on the floor beside but facing me. She was sitting on her ankles but was able to lean forward to rest her cheek on my thigh, and look up at me smiling. I was very surprised at her posture, as she'd never done anything like this before.

#4: <Wasn't Carol wearing jeans when we got home? Why is she wearing a short skirt now? And that top she's wearing is rather low-cut and revealing for Carol, especially with her kneeling. It's very unlike her to dress like that.>

I was struggling to think of something to say when Carol spoke, "I came in to say how much I love you, and that I told Julia you pop into Donna's and my room each night to check in with us. Julia pointed out that I should be coming to you to ask if you needed anything. She's right, so I'm going to be doing that from now on. Is there anything I can do for you, my darling Mark?"

I was flummoxed and not sure how to respond. I mentally cast around for something to say, and remembered that just before she'd come in I'd been thinking about using a glass of milk for some TK experiments. To stick a TK-fingertip in to easily observe the shape of the hole it made in the milk, and to experiment with that. So I said, "Ahh, maybe a glass of milk?"

The moment I said it I felt lazy and selfish. I should do my own fetching, but before I could countermand myself, Carol gave me a big smile, saying, "Coming right away, darling," as she jumped to her feet and dashed off to get it.

She quickly returned with my request, put it on my desk then knelt down beside me again, looking at me with an even happier smile on her face.

By then I'd collected my small amount of wits. "Thank you very much, Carol. But I don't think you should be waiting on me like this. I can get my own drinks."

"Oh no! I'm HAPPY to do this for you. Julia is right that I should be looking after you better. You are very special and I want to repay you for all the love and caring you show me even though I'm no one special. This is the only way I can show my appreciation, so please let me keep doing it?" She looked quite upset that I might stop her waiting on me.

"Whoa, Carol! You ARE very special. I think you're a FANTASTIC person. As far as I'm concerned I'm the one that should be thanking you."

"I knew you'd say that! I know you even think that. That's how wonderfully unselfish you are..."

#1: <Yeah, so unselfish we lazily sent her to get a drink for us.>

" ... but you're being silly. I looked up marathons a little while ago. From what I could tell from my bikes speedo', you ran a half-marathon in the same time as the world record, and if you'd kept it up for another hour you would've easily beat the full marathon's record. People can't just go out and run close to a world record like you can, let alone possibly faster than the record. There's something very, very special about you.

^-- "Not just running either. You drove Dad's car on the first attempt, you beat Julia's brothers at 8-ball, you're a genius, especially in the last few days you float when you walk..."

#3: <Huh? Have we started moving differently in the last few days?>

#1: <Remember how nice it felt to be walking down a crowded hallway when centered. I didn't know other people would see a difference in our normal walking though. People are already called us graceful, as in "Egg", but it must be even smoother now.>

" ... and Julia tells me that you're going to show me something totally awesome on Thursday. I'm excited over that, although I don't know how I could possibly think any more of you than I do now. Julia is right that you're special in extraordinary ways, as well as being a very nice person, so I'm going to do things for you. I'm just an ordinary person, not like you. I'm younger than you too, so there's almost nothing I can do for you to show you how I feel. Small things like getting you a drink are about all I can do, so I'm going to be doing them from now on."

#4: <I wouldn't describe Carol as "ordinary", "hot" is more like it.>

#1: <For some reason I don't want to tell her your correction.>

#3: <We're not going to be able to correct her for long either because showing her our TK will end that issue. The question is what to do about her fetching-and-carrying decision. I don't think it's a very nice way to treat her, or allow her to treat herself.>

I spoke, "It's true I can do a few things like running fast and whatnot, but most of them don't matter much, and they don't make me as nice a person as you are."

Carol tried to argue, but she didn't have a chance of convincing me otherwise, so I just carried on, " ... You're NEVER going to convince me that you're not a nicer and more caring person than me, so let's not argue about it. You say you want to pop into my room to talk with me from time to time. That's fine with me..."

#4: <Especially if she keeps dressing like that. I know those clothes aren't as sexy as many girls wear to school, but they're very revealing for Carol.>

#3: <You've got a one-track mind, haven't you?>

#4: <That criticism wouldn't work even if I believed you weren't enjoying looking down the front of her top.>

" ... as long as you don't mind if I continue to pop into your room to check on both of my sisters?"

"Of course not, darling. I'd never object to anything you do, and I know Donna likes you for doing it too."

Every time Carol said "darling" it struck me as being highly weird, and she'd said it enough times now that I had to ask, "Why do you keep calling me 'darling'? You've never done that before."

"I don't know what else to call you. 'Mark' or 'Brother' says nothing about how I feel about you. I tried 'Big Brother' before but it doesn't express enough. 'Darling' is the best I can think of, even though I'm just your sister."

"You are not JUST my sister, or JUST anything. You're a wonderful person. I'm very happy that you're my sister; I can't imagine a better sister than you."

"And no one could be a better brother. Julia keeps telling me it'll be okay, and that I'll understand more on Thursday, but I don't see how."

#3: <I don't see how either. What's Julia talking about?>

#1: <Is it just me, or are females hard to understand? I've got no idea what she's talking about. I thought we were just going to show Carol our TK, but for some reason Julia thinks she and Carol have to make preparations. I'm totally lost.>

#4: <Let's ask.>

"I'm somewhat confused. Females often do that to me, so between you and Julia I don't have a chance. I'm curious about what preparations you have to do for Thursday. What has Julia asked you to do?"

Carol turned bright red and looked down. Bright red was very noticeable on Carol because she has such fair skin. While it was nice that someone other than me was embarrassed for once, I didn't really want it to be Carol. Julia would be my pick, but it's damned hard to embarrass her. I haven't done it yet, so it might not even be possible.

I was still trying to understand how I'd caused Carol this embarrassment, when she spoke, "Julia told me what to say if you asked about that. She told me to say her words as exactly as I can, so here goes: 'Mark, I've instructed Carol not to discuss her preparations for Thursday evening with you. Please do not insist that she tells you because Thursday will go better if you don't know in advance.' Julia also told me to tell you that she is winking at you, whatever that means."

#4: <Remember winking? Julia said that when she's winking at us about Carol, for us to go along with her. We said we would.>

#3: <I remember. Julia obviously doesn't want us to know. I'm even more curious now but it's not worth going against Julia's request when we'll know in a few days anyway. Knowing females, if we insist Carol tells us, we won't understand her explanation anyway.>

#1: <Julia wouldn't have invoked the wink unless she had a good reason. Let's drop it, especially because we effectively promised to do so.>

#3, #4: <Agreed.>

I answered, "That's okay, Carol. I won't ask you again. You can stop blushing."

#4: <Haha, she's blushing more!>

I reached down to her arm and pulled her up and into my lap. She came easily, settled in and leaned her back against my chest. She's harder to cuddle than Julia, being so much larger, but it was still nice. I pulled my right arm from its sling and put it around her too.

Carol grabbed my arm and held it close, the way Julia has demonstrated several times. It is a very nice feeling to be held like that, but I couldn't help noticing that my two arms were pushing her breasts together, and creating a LARGE gap down the front of her shirt. The view was spectacular.

#3: <How did our right arm get moved to such an awkward angle? Who moved it there?>

#4: <Um, I'm the guilty one. I'd say "Sorry" but I'm the opposite of that. She has a fantastic body, doesn't she?>

#3: <Yes, but please don't make a habit of doing this. And for God's sake, don't do anything more. DEFINITELY don't try to get a free grope. We'd be in all sorts of trouble if she notices. Trouble with her, Donna, Mom and Dad, Julia, her family. It'd be a clusterfuck of a situation. So behave yourself!>

#4: <I will. I don't want to upset everyone either. It just seemed safe to do among all the movement when Carol was getting onto our lap. And the view is spectacular.>

#3: <Agreed.>

#1: <As punishment, you're in charge of doing all the go-softs we'll need. You better start right now, before Carol notices the one that's building now.>

After a few minutes of sightseeing, I started wondering what to do. Carol seemed happy to stay on my lap forever.

Eventually she said, "I shouldn't sit here all night, even though it feels so good. You've got things to do. Is there anything else I can do for you, darling?"

#4: <Could we ask her to go bra-less next time?>

#4 knew the answer to that already, so we ignored him. To Carol we said, "I can't think of anything, sweetie. Is there anything I can do for you?"

She opened her mouth to say something, then thought better of it. "No," she said, "there's nothing. I'll let you get back to your work."

Carol stood, turned to face me, and leaned over and kissed my cheek. I didn't feel the kiss because Carol's leaning over made the front of her shirt fall forward. I was sitting at the perfect height to see two beautiful milky-white globes, clearly visible through the large gap. I could even see them swinging, which was truly a glorious experience. They were enclosed in a bra of course, but I was very happy to see it was a fairly low-cut bra. A lovely bra; the best one I'd ever seen.

About the time that I became aware that Carol's arms were around my shoulders and neck, and that she was kissing my cheek, her kiss stopped. She started standing up, and #3 suddenly noticed, #3: <QUICK #4, do a go-soft! We've got a massive woody.>

There wasn't time for a go-soft, so I crossed my legs quickly, using TK to push my cock under the upper-leg as it came over.

#3: <Phew, that was close. I don't think she would've seen it. She didn't scream and slap our face so I think we escaped this time. #4, weren't you supposed to be on go-soft duty?>

#4: <That was when she was sitting in our lap. When she got up I thought my job was finished. And when she bent over, I stopped thinking entirely.>

#3: <Yeah, I can understand that. Just make sure you stay on the job until she leaves the room next time!>

#4: <You think there'll be a next time! Yippee.>

She finished straightening up - so sad! - and said, "See you later, darling." And then she walked out of my room into hers.

#4: <All that glorious breast and she's got lovely legs as well! That miniskirt looks damned good on her.>

#3: <{Sigh}.>

#1: <She said she'll be popping in to see if we need anything from now on, so it certainly sounds like there'll be some next times. That's the good news. The bad news is that it'll be a miracle if she dresses like that again. She rarely dresses so sexily, especially in a top that could fall open so readily. She must've been trying clothes on, or something, before she thought to check if we needed anything. It was great that she doesn't think of us as a guy she has to worry about, but next time she'll just have ordinary clothes on.>

#4: <Oh well. It was VERY good while it lasted. I won't forget that sight for a long time, that's for sure.>

#1: <I hear ya brother. Now, on with our TK experiment?>

#4: <Give me a few seconds to enjoy the memory first.>

No one argued with #4. A minute later we forced ourselves to forget Carol's wonderfully large, wobbling, milky-white breasts, instead turning to our experimental glass of milk. That reminded us of ... Oh well.

Another minute or two later, I started my experiments. I formed a TK-fingertip and poked the very tip of it into the milk. It made a small, flattened cone-shaped indentation in the milk, very much like the tip of a real finger would, except the indentation was easier to see because this fingertip was invisible. I willed it slowly deeper - that's all it takes to make it move; just willing it to do so. When it reached about half an inch into the milk, the milk suddenly swept over the top. In other words, the fingertip was half an inch long. When it canceled, the level of milk in the glass suddenly dropped, which made sense. A lot of stuff about my abilities didn't make sense, but that did.

I created a new fingertip, then lowered it about a quarter inch into the milk. Then I imagined the fingertip widening. As simple as that it did, as I'd expected because I'd changed their sizes when I'd been playing around trying to make eyeballs or ears.

I continued increasing its width, moving it to the center of the glass to give it more room. It widened to about two inches in diameter, most of the width of the glass, but it stalled at that size. Making the fingertip two inches wide didn't seem to change any of its other properties, as far as I could tell. It still took half an inch to sink it in the milk, and pushing on my thigh with one that wide felt like it exerted the same force as a finger-sized fingertip.

I tried creating a two-inch wide fingertip. That worked first time. Just in case fingertips could expand by a factor of four, I put it in the glass and tried to widen it, but it didn't budge. I canceled it and tried to create a four-inch wide fingertip. Nothing happened.

The sudden thought of a needle distracted me. If going wider didn't reduce my total force, would going narrower also retain the same force? If that was the case, I'd be able to create a needle. My TK-push was weak, but on a very narrow point it'd be an excellent way of defending myself short of destroying someone's eyeballs, and it'd probably make doing that even easier too.

I created another finger and inserted it a quarter inch into the milk again. I tried narrowing it, but nothing happened. Damn. I tried widening it, which worked fine, then I narrowed it down from its widest. It narrowed down to its original size and then stopped.

I tried several more approaches, but it appeared that the default size that I created them at, half an inch wide, was the narrowest they got.

Some quick experiments showed that I could create fingertips of any size between half an inch and two inches wide. Regardless of what size they were created at, those were the fingertips' minimum and maximum sizes respectively. The needle idea was 'pointless'.

I wondered about different shapes, and tried forming a square rather than a circular cross-section. It partly worked, in that I created a slightly squared circular fingertip. I tried a triangle, and that was still very circle-like. I could create circular fingertips, and could influence the shape a little away from a circle, but not much. That'd been the case when I'd played around trying to create the invisible Peeping Tom eyes, but it was easier to see the effect in the milk.