Chapter 162: Scenic Driving

Hmmm. Wonder what Molly wants to do tonight, well this morning?

Since Molly had slept pretty much all the way to the hotel, she rested enough to be energetic in bed, even for Molly.

I had just finished getting our stuff inside when she started stripping my clothes off. At some point while I was schlepping stuff into the room. Both naked, she pulled me into the bathroom, pointed to the big tub, had me get in and then bathed me like I was one of her younger siblings. After draining the water and refilling it she joined me. We relaxed in the almost scalding, well to her anyway, hot water as we enjoyed the intimate closeness without having any sexual undertones.

“I had a very stimulating scientific and medical discussion with our friend while you were seeing how long a horny teenaged girl can have sex continuously without a bio break, food or drink,” Molly told me conversationally as if she spoke all the time to everyone she met. “We compared the before and after results of the changes in Ariel. Many things remain medically unexplainable. We filed these under yet another special unique use of your continually growing capabilities. We queried Anna, Steve and a host of Steve’s organizations regarding these changed being theoretically possible. There are no records regarding any of those like you having the ability to do as you have done. That is not to say there weren’t a bevy of broken bones, critical organ damage and a host of other injuries inflicted on others by those like yourself. By all accounts, Ariel is now a twelve-year-old girl physically and mentally. We concluded that your pubertal state permitted the small bits of information, from your own body, to expand your capabilities into capabilities previously considered impossible.”

She continued talking, at least I think she did, but I couldn’t hear her. My body was here, but my consciousness was elsewhere.

“Darren, David, my savior,” a sensation said as I felt a presence trying to seek permission through my shield into a place in my brain, I knew was normally unused by humans.

When I let it into there, and only there, I heard, “They are unable to comprehend or deduce the source of your knowledge. It is incomprehensible that the knowledge used on Ariel are the results of my guiding the abilities already existing inside that unique place in your brain. This is knowledge I used to use DNA from my dead brother to create multiple viable clones of him. One is maturing quite well inside one of the girls on staff who volunteered to carry the child and care for it. When my baby brother is reborn, she will move to my father’s bed to become his mistress and to breast feed the baby.”

When she paused, I thought a message to Molly to tell her I wasn’t quite there right now. I would be back soon. I got an ok in response as she pulled my arms down over her chest.

So now I have telepathy or did I connect through my goggles to message her? Does Molly even care how I we just communicated?

“To remove the continuing threats to my family and husband, I ask one last favor of you,” she said in my head. “One like yourself has come to the island. They are a member of a team with seekers given their abilities in the same way as my husband. Their specific goal is to locate and terminate any like you on the island. While the girls on the island distracted the team, my husband and I linked together to control the one like you. In your brain I have placed the knowledge required to remove all traces, from the brain of me and my husband, that the seekers can track. Once completed the block I have placed on your memories during that time. There is so much you can do that those like you are not. I wish I was able to show them to you, but time is short and the threats too close. Please forgive me for you having nearly two weeks of memories committed back into your long-term memory all at once. Tell your trusted friend you will be sleeping for anywhere from a day to a week. It is to be expected from what this will take out of you even with your nearly limitless energy stores.”

I found I now had a very vague memory of making changes in her brain and that of her husbands, while under her control. From there I felt myself in the brains of her triplet sisters. No matter how hard she tried, their memories of me were too strong for her to remove. As part of the process I tapped into their triplet link to give them each a big hug as both a friend and a past lover. Their sister was unable to do this for them and what they needed for the final remnants of the bad things they had done to permanently fade from their memories. I didn’t remove their abilities. Instead I put a cap on them where they were severely limited. Only I could release that lock on their full abilities. It was good she had guided me into her dad’s brain. There were many things she had missed that the seekers could lock onto as they searched. Before I left his mind, I planted the idea that it was time for them to sell the island and resort for a ludicrous amount of money. It would permit them to vanish completely from servicing those in the underworld, should they want to sever these ties. His sense of relief was the last thing I remember before waking up long enough to do my bathroom duties.

Why couldn’t she tell that I only removed the parts in her, her husband and little sisters that could be tracked by seekers? Why would she take that away? I could have removed the triplet’s abilities completely. Why had she begged me not to do that to her sisters?

As I sat on the throne, waiting for things to move through, I felt a large surge of memories flooding through my brain. It felt like what had happened when I started remembering everything I had suppressed when I believed I was invisible, but this time it was more intense. I don’t even know how I got into bed or how long I had been asleep. I jumped a bit, when I became awake enough, to find I wasn’t alone in the bed. There were two strange naked women, with big tits and fuzzy pussies, with their heads on my chest as they slept. My starting to move woke them both up instantly.

“Take it easy David,” one of them said softly, but forcefully. “Your eyes are bandaged. We won’t allow you to remove them until we are sure you are going to stay conscious.”

Phew. No IV or catheter. That is a relief.

They sat me up, moved me to a table and then started having me slowly drink water with ice chips. They weren’t much for words. I only got enough out of them for me to find the bathroom and navigate back to the table.

I need to remember to thank Steve for making me do the survival camp for the blind.

When I didn’t have issues with the ice chips, they started giving me broth.

“Ok. I was asleep, not comatose. I need real food,” I told them.

The other girl spoke up to say, “Want? Yes. Need? Yes. Are you going to get real food right now? No way in hell. The last time you tried to eat something two days ago it wasn’t pretty. Easy does it this time. If you don’t pass out for days again, then we can talk about real food. No way do I want to have to explain you barfing everywhere to Molly again. While she looks like a sweet innocent airhead, she is scary as shit.”

So, Molly is still here somewhere, but who the hell are these girls? Why were they sleeping naked in bed with me?

“So why were you sleeping naked in bed with me? I don’t think I even know you,” I asked.

The first one said, “Molly reached out to us because we are addicted to semen. It isn’t like we are some sort of cum vampires, but we need to have it all the time. Thing is, we must swallow it from the source, not secondhand from a female’s natural cum collector. I have no idea what was going on in your head while you slept, but something kept making you get instantly rock hard, start humping your hips up into the air for a minute or two and then shoot your wad. It finally slowed down a bit last night so we both got some sleep. When we first arrived, you were going off every ten to twenty minutes. Last night was the first time it took around an hour before you came. Molly thinks it is because you haven’t been able to keep anything down and only took sips of sports drinks we put into your mouth with syringes.”

“Since she is pussyfooting around it, as soon as we got a taste of your man cream we didn’t want to go anywhere. I mean why would we? You fire off more cum in one go than we average from four to five blowjobs. All we had to do is wait for you to get your hips moving, put our lips over your dick and wait for our creamy reward. We don’t even have to have you in our mouths since you shoot it a long way. We even lick the dribbles off your stomach. If that wasn’t more than enough all by itself, we are eating the best food we have eaten in ... well, ever. Why would we bail on you? I know I don’t want to go back to blowing sleazy old men or boys who cum before we can even get their dicks near our mouths,” she explained. “Now if you manage to keep the soup down, and stay awake, I might ask if you will let me ride that monster between your legs. We both ran away from our foster families when they couldn’t make the boys there keep their dicks in their pants and out of our cunts, even when we were screaming in pain. We only have sex now if the money if fucking unbelievable, otherwise we only give head. Your dick is the first one that made my cunt start dripping the instant I saw it lying limply against your leg. I started to take a ride the first chance I got, but Molly pulled me away from you. I got a message on my phone that you don’t like girls using your dick when you didn’t give permission. I would have to leave if I tried that again.”

There is a hell of a lot more going on here. I will have to corner Molly and make her tell me what is going on for real.

A very light knock on the door interrupted us. I heard one of the girls get up to go look before she told whoever it was to wait a minute. Both girls were putting something on and then I felt a blanket put over my lap. Once the door opened, there was a lot of whispering, moving around and then the door closed again.

The girl with me kept making sure I was drinking and eating while I heard people moving around in the room. I could tell the other girl was herding someone around and then I heard the bathroom door close. After at least two toilet flushes I heard the shower come on. The bathroom door opened and closed again before the other girl was back at the table. She wasn’t saying much.

Fine by me. I will wait until whoever is in the shower to come into the room, then I will see them as if I was blind. Molly wouldn’t risk anything happening to me. She must really trust these two girls to be cool while she was away.

After I had kept down what seemed like half a gallon of broth, they finally relented to give me some crackers. That caused another problem, whatever crap was still inside me wanted out, right them.

“Uh. I hope whoever you snuck into the bathroom doesn’t mind some company. I can’t hold it until they get out. At least not unless you want to clean up a stinky mess,” I told them right before I couldn’t hold a fart in any longer.

Oh damn! Even with my shield that is burning my nose.

They got the hint and quickly guided me to the bathroom. There was no need to tell whoever was in the shower, or the two sitting up on the bathroom counter, that I had something to take care of. The stench following me into the room did that quite well. Once I was on the throne, I heard everyone, except the two in the shower, vacate the room. Once finished I fell back on the blind training from the clinic. It took a few seconds to locate the toilet paper, but I only did a halfway decent job before finding there was a lot bigger of a mess than I expected. I knew I had it all over my hands and still hadn’t gotten it all off my ass. I didn’t even try to find the sink to wash off my hands, I just carefully made my way to the shower tub combo, pulled the curtain open at the back and stepped in.

“Sorry, but not being able to see made it a lot harder than I remember to wipe by own butt. This is the best way I have learned to make sure to get clean. Don’t worry though, I’m not modest. Look all you want. Still I could use a bit of help moving around you to clean myself up. There is a lot crap on my hands so I don’t want to get it on you. I’m pretty sure I really stink too. I have been in bed for at least two days. Maybe more. If you put the soap or shampoo in my hand when I ask for it I can wash myself very well, though I won’t mind if you want to get a wash cloth to help me out,” I told whoever it was in the shower.

They both had to be noticeably skinny. They guided me around them toward the water without me making more than a little bit of contact with their bodies. I’m pretty sure at least one of them was a girl, or a boy with long hair down to his butt, because I felt the hair brush against my leg as I moved past them.

Since I didn’t hear them even whispering, I had no idea if I had guessed correctly that at least one was a girl. After I cleaned my butt up I started washing my hair. When I was putting conditioner in it, I felt a very soft touch of a washcloth. One of them was washing my body. The other one sounded like they had gotten out of the shower and were drying off. When whoever was washing me got to my dick, they bypassed it and went to my legs.

“If you give me the washcloth, I will take care of my dick myself, unless you wanted my permission for you to do it. It doesn’t really matter to me if you are a girl or boy. You can still wash my dick if you want,” I told them.

Very gently I felt a pair of soapy fingers start soaping up my balls and then their other soapy hand was on my dick. I ignored that their efforts started getting me hard as they continued to rub my dick long after it was well cleaned. I went ahead to wash the conditioner out of my hair before telling them I need to wash off my front. Could they get my back quickly while I did? This time I only had a pair of small soapy hands washing my back, legs and then butt, no washcloth. When they got to my butthole, they even pushed in a bit to make sure it was very clean.

“Thanks. It is so much nicer to have someone else wash you. Have you had a chance to get washed? Would you like me to return the favor?” I asked.

Without a work them moved me under the water and then had my hand put on top of their hair as they turned their back to the water. I still didn’t yet know if they were a girl or a boy, only that they had long hair that was very dirty. I washed their hair three times before it was clean enough that it would lather up well. After the final rinse I worked in a lot of conditioner and moved back so I could wash them.

They didn’t exactly give me permission to do more than wash their hair, but they could stop me if they don’t want me to wash the rest of them.

Once I found the wash cloth I asked for the soap to work up a good lather on it. I didn’t want to know if they were a girl or boy yet, so I washed their arms, stomach, and legs before turning them around to wash their back, legs, and butt. I did use my soapy fingers to wash their butthole but didn’t venture any further forward.

I handed them the wash cloth to let them wash their chest and crotch. Instead I found my hands soaped up and put onto a pair of firm A-cup breasts with very hard nipples. I moved my hands up to wash their neck before I worked my way down, only pausing when I had washed their pubic hair down to the start of their mound.

Moving my hands away I said, “I probably should use the washcloth to finish up. If I remember currently, a wash cloth is a lot better at making sure I don’t get any soap pushed in down there. Girls say soap in there can make it burn the next time to pee.”

I soon found my left hand on the knee of her leg that she had up on the side of the tub. She put a washcloth into my right hand. I gently washed her between the legs as I have washed many girls before her. Her taking the washcloth from me was a pretty good sign I had done a good job, or she was going to do it again herself.

She turned out to not mind our bodies touching when I went to wash the conditioner out of her hair. It wasn’t like she grabbed my dick to rub it on her clit or anything, she just pulled me close to her so that our, wet, naked fronts pushed together. She moved her arms around me to keep me pulled close to her as she rubbed her hands down over my butt.

Now that we were both clean, I went to reach past her to turn off the water. I got only a single word from her. “Stay.”

Ok. I can do that. This hotel has amazing water pressure and endless hot water.

I could hear the door to the bathroom open and people moving around. A minute or so later I felt one blast of cool air and then another. One of the new arrivals moved past me, got their hair wet, put shampoo in it and then got my hands in their hair. The hair was shorter than the girl I had just washed. It still came to the middle of their back. Hers only took two times to get the grime out before I put in conditioner. I found the person behind me reached around to put some shower gel in my hand so I lathered up, tossed the hair over the shoulder of the kid in front of me and proceed to wash their back, legs, butt, and butthole. Turning them around I pulled them back out of the water and started washing their arms before moving to their neck and then working down. I felt them tense up as I moved down their chest and stopped above where there would be breasts, if they were a girl and had grown any yet. When I started to bypass the whole area, I felt their hands on mine to stop me. After a few seconds I felt them relax and push my hands down to keep washing. When I got to her tits, I found they were barely dime sized buds on top of a quarter scoop of ice cream. Her buds weren’t hard and she relaxed even more as I washed them at the same speed, I had washed the rest of her. When I got down to her hairless mound, I stopped again. She spread her legs and guided my soapy fingers to wash her as she normally washed herself before I did her legs. When I had the conditioner washed out of her hair, she got out of the shower leaving me with what I guessed was the last of the new arrivals.

Without any fanfare I got their hair shoulder-length hair clean and full of conditioner. I then got handed the bottle of shower gel. I washed their back as I had the other two. I then turned them around to wash their front. When I got to their chest, I slowed a bit and when I wasn’t stopped, I washed on down over their flat chest. As I got to their hairless crotch I slowed again. With no indication they wanted me to stop I moved down to find a tiny dick and pair of balls.

This I’m am expert at washing.

I finished washing him and then got to conditioner out of his hair. Then I turned off the shower so we could get out. I don’t know who was still in the bathroom. They gave me a towel and guided over to stand on a floor mat to dry off.

When I finished drying myself off, I said, “I’m willing to rub in some body lotion on anyone wants. I only need help getting to a chair. As hot as it has been lately, and as dirty as your hair was, you four probably need some lotion all over to make you skin stay soft.”

One of them checked me over to be sure I was dry, everywhere, before I had my hands put on one of their shoulders and a pair of hands put on my hips from behind. They got me to a chair and then gave me one of the sample bottles of lotion. The first up was the boy, so I rubbed lotion on every inch of his naked skin, including his dick.

I didn’t linger anywhere on and won’t on the girl’s either. They will thank me later for not getting lotion anywhere between their legs.

Second up was the only one I hadn’t washed. They had hair about as long as the boy and when I got to their chest it found it was completely flat, so I figured it was another boy. Turns out it was a girl almost the same height as him. When I got to her hairless mound, I had her put her foot on the chair so I could get lotion rubbed into the insides of her thighs, but nowhere near her pussy.

When she moved my hand to her hairless mound, the place in my head showed me the twin link between her and the boy. I could see the boy was very aroused from the little bit of contact I had made with his penis and so the girl wanted to feel my hand on her too.

“Sorry. I know you want me to rub your bald mound until it feels great, or you get bored. It isn’t going to happen. First off, you will hate me if I get lotion up inside your vulva. Second, I’m not into diddling little boys or girls. A few years ago, sure. Now it just feels wrong no matter how many times you tell you want me to or that it doesn’t bother you at all. Washing your twin brother in the shower is more like washing a kid I am babysitting. I would have done the same for you if you had wanted me to,” I told her. “Plus, you know what makes your body tick better than I do. I bet you can close your eyes and twiddle your yourself better than I can. You can get there a lot faster too.

She never said a word, but I soon found a naked little girl in my lap giving me a big hug.

When she finished hugging me, I rubbed lotion over the two other girls as well.

“I need a hairbrush and some hair ties. I have something I don’t have any idea how I learned it, but I don’t need to see to do it,” I told them.

I could feel the unspoken questions in the air and saw the twins chatting through their twin link. It was obvious they were quite aware of it being a good way for them to communicate to each other that no one else know about. I heard the girl saying she wanted to see what I could do with her hair since it was short. Her brother was wondering if I could do the same to him, but in a way that wouldn’t make him look like a sissy.

Taking a risk, I pushed into their twin link to tell for them to think hard about what they wanted to have done and what they thought would look good on their twin. I felt a bit of shock from then both, but soon they had pictures on the twin link that I could use to get their hair out of their faces. Once I got the hairbrush I reached out to where I knew the boy was standing near my chair.

After fighting the tangles in his hair, I first tried a half ponytail, but his sister thought it made him look too weird, so I tried something else. It took a few tries before I finally pulled just pulled his hair back in to a simple ponytail with the hair tie right above his shoulders. This let his bangs and shorter hair lay messily around his head. His sister didn’t quite like it because he looked like he didn’t care about how his hair looked.

“That is exactly how he needs it. That should keep most of it out of the way while still being messy enough for people to tell you are a boy. No girls would pull their hair back in a ponytail while leaving the front all messy,” I said out loud.

I pulled his sister over and had to fight the tangles in her hair before being able to work my magic on her hair. She had long bangs that would cover her whole face it she didn’t part them to the side. I felt my fingers braiding the hair on both sides of her head before working around to the back. I put the hair tie at the end of the braid to keep it in place. I asked for a comb or the cap off a pen. Since they had a comb handy, I went along her head to use the last tooth on the comb to lightly pick one or two hairs out all along the braids.

As I let her get up, I said, “I have no idea how old you two are, but you couldn’t go out with your hair looking flawless or get a lot of attention you don’t want. Having the braid look like it is days old, or poorly done, will cause them to ignore you like they do any other kid. I think that is probably what you want. At least three of you had pretty nasty hair when I went to wash it in the shower.”