Chapter 201: Making New Friends

The cupcakes and ice cream weren’t enough dessert?

In her room we showered off the smell of sex before she had me on my back as she closely examined, kissed, licked, rubbed, every inch of my dick, before moving to the rest of my body. Her watching my dry dick slide all the way into her and come out shiny in her plentiful juices seemed to be what she liked the most. When she next rode me, she did something that caused her pussy lips to push in with my dick so she could grind her clit on the shaft as she moved just right to have my dick working over her g-spot. She worked out a great rhythm that had my dick pushing in slowly, as did whatever made her clit push against my shaft on the way in, before sliding it out quickly to get back to slow slide in again. Sound of our sloppy wet fucking echoed off the walls. She refused to stop until I put another hot load inside her before we went to sleep with my dick being the cork to keep it all inside.

Anytime she woke up during the night she rode me until she came so much, she exhausted herself enough to go back to sleep. We did that into the early morning when a therapist came in.

“Jill, I’ll let you out of your early morning torture session if you hold onto the side of the bed, bend forward, slide into, and then you do most of the work. This means you will push back into his thrusts for as long as it takes him to ejaculate inside you again. I’ve heard that takes him a long time. The way you were riding him on top this morning shows your hormones caused you to ignore the pain in your thighs you complain about in your therapy sessions. It seems your flexibility is greatly improved as well,” her therapist told her.

Jill lifted off me and slid out of bed. Instead of assuming the required position, she rushed for the bathroom to pee. Once done she pulled the door to her room closed and kissed the therapist. Before the therapist even knew what happened she was as naked as Jill and me. Jill became the therapist as she worked the woman’s body over with fine toothed comb until the therapist couldn’t stand to get off again. She moved Jill to the bed to dive between Jill’s widely spread legs. I moved behind the woman, lined my dick up, and started to get things going, only to find the woman was still a virgin. That didn’t keep me from lubing my dick up with her juices and my precum before pushed it into her ass.

“Oh! Fuck my ass David. Fuck it hard,” the therapist begged.

That is exactly what you are getting too. Just keep eating Jill.

Jill had long since fallen asleep, after pushing therapist away, by the time I buried my dick in the therapist’s tight ass to give her enough semen to make her feel squishy inside.

She turned to give me big hug and said, “Thanks for not taking my virginity David. Of all the men I’ve ever met, you’re worthy to be the first inside my vagina, and yet you took me up the ass. I still want to hold onto the fantasy that I can keep it for my future husband to have as his gift on our wedding night. I’ll always happily remember you popping my ass cherry. I don’t think anyone in the world could have made that any better for me than you did.”

Jill and I slipped into the bathroom to take a nice, long, fucking shower. It was ten in the morning when we finally pulled apart. She needed to take a dump badly and I did need to go check on April.

“Ah there you are David,” my dad said from the guest chair in the room I shared with Paula during the week. “My own kid has my other one on lockdown. I can’t take April home without you escorting us down and then using your bracelet to let her free from house arrest. Your mom is home with the other two. Now that April seems to have settled down, we want to get all five of us into a regular routine, as much as we can. No need to rush home to help with the babies now. Molly found out you came to get April so everyone could get a break from her crying all the time. She has two sisters and a brother watching over the babies now. All are happy to play with them when they are awake and hold them when they are sleeping. Changing diapers is hit or miss.”

While waiting on me they had had packed up everything they wanted him to take home for April, leaving only her car seat. He even thanked the nurses for helping me get all the stuff I needed to care for a baby, me being a fifteen your old boy and all. In the elevator he told me he knew April was going to fit right in with her aunt and uncle. She was close to their weight and size, so it would be hard to tell they weren’t triplets. All three were now in sync to have the same doctor’s visits. Since all three had a Jones as the father, she having the same last name, now, would continue to make things easier as they got older. Steve had her records showing her as a preemie, even if she was bigger than a baby her age, with her original birth date.

“Our pediatrician got the details of her DNA paternity test since her birth certificate didn’t list a mother, but you are definitely her father. He didn’t bat an eyebrow. Having no mother of record, just as newborns left at hospitals and churches, made things so much easier for us to adopt her as our own. If you hadn’t been the father, we would have needed to do a bunch of paperwork and go to court to see if they would let us adopt her. Oddly this is more common than I ever expected. He told me there were many times he, or a midwife, delivered a baby that the girl’s parents, or the boy’s depending on circumstances, adopted the child as if it had been born to them,” dad explained. “He did joke that so far, no babies found abandoned at a church or hospital were fathered by you. Given their past histories, he is quite sure a least a dozen of his female patients had your babies. The girl and her parents refused to provide anyone the name of the father. Their families did as we did for April and adopted the children. To poke a bit of fun at me, he showed me baby pictures of ones he knew were yours, without telling me how he knew that with any certainty. Some weren’t even cute. One was downright ugly. April is a doll David. You and Paula made a very pretty baby. Not giving me any specifics, he did say the ugly girl was the only one in her family that looks good enough for someone to call her plain, and that is being generous. He’s one-hundred-percent sure that baby is yours. No even the horniest teenaged boy, tied to a chair for days and forced to watch the hottest girls in your school have sex inches away from him, would dip is wick in her. His nurse joked that she thinks they grow ugly trees out on their farm.”

I know exactly who she is, but I don’t remember having sex with her before my coma, or after I woke up. I don’t even have a clue what she looks like naked. Though if the old complaint is right, she would have a smoking hot body.

April did give me an odd look as I was buckling her into her carrier. She didn’t seem to mind going home with my parents, but I could feel that she wanted to stay with me.

“It’s ok April. Mom and dad will take care of you. Your aunt and uncle will be there too. You three are going to be together for a long time. As soon your mom can go back to live at her home again, I will be home too,” I told her.

How are we so tightly linked mentally? I can feel that she understands what I said.

My bracelet really was the key to unlocking her Lo-Jack around her leg. Once I got it off, I found magnets inside the back that opened it when I got them aligned in the right place. I kissed April goodbye and went up to give the nurses my bracelet and Lo-Jack.

I spent the rest of the weekend going around to visit the various kids that were stuck here instead of being able to go home. None of them minded me just walking in no matter what they were doing or if they were naked. Especially when what they got naked to do what they are doing.

How many times did I have nurses walk in to find a naked girl in front of me as I braided their hair?

I decided I had a sushi craving so I drove out to the all you can eat sushi place. After I cleaned out the sushi bar, and had six servings of hibachi, I headed back to get some sleep.

Annie happened to be in her room already, so I stopped by to see how she was doing. That ended up turning into an hour-long sex marathon before she was exhausted that she only wanted to talk.

“You’re still a machine David and the only machine I know I will need inside me from time to time. I never have to worry about you getting me pregnant and I love you almost as much as I love Crystal. The best thing to come out of the car accident is that I have found that if we go until you’re done, even if that is before more, I don’t have dick withdrawal cravings like I had before. I did a lot of sex addiction therapy and saw multiple doctors, but nothing we did really made the need go away for long.” Annie explained while dragging me to the bathroom to bathe together, so we could talk. “Good news. The physical therapists say that it is good that Trudy, Crystal, and I are still young enough to recover quickly from major injuries. I won’t be able to practice at the Dojo again until fall, but I don’t have to stay here in a room much longer. All our parents got details about physical therapists near home. By the end of this week we will be in good enough shape to walk to our appointments, but to expect it to take a month or two to build up the stamina to walk back home afterward.”

I could tell she wanted to say more, but she fell asleep leaning back against me. I made the place in my head keep the water nice and warm before I took a quick nap too. We woke up to Paula poking us and giggling.

“Why are you two naked together in the bathtub? Aren’t boys and girls supposed to stay apart because they can make babies,” Paula asked sounding like a young child.

Annie told her, before I could even start, “Paula, we aren’t doing what men and women do to make babies. David was helping me get a bath. The water was so nice and warm we both fell asleep. Hasn’t David helped you take a bath too?”

The wheels are turning in her head.

“I like when David takes a bath with me. He holds me so nicely and is really gentle with me instead of trying to grab me all over like other boys and men do,” she said a little disjointedly. “I’m jealous. David you’re taking a bath with me next time. Why don’t you have lots of hair between your legs Annie? You have big boobies. Aren’t you supposed to have hair between your legs to hide your private place?”

Annie was trying to figure out what to say so I told Paula, “Some girls and women don’t like the hair between their legs so they shave it off or get waxed to remove it much like how girls do when shaving their legs or under their arm.”

Paula got a curious look on her face before she looked closely at her legs and then under her arm pits before saying, “I don’t have hair under my arms, but I have it on my legs. I also have some growing in between my legs, but you already saw that.”

I don’t remember seeing hair between her legs and she shouldn’t have any on her legs either.

Using the place in my head I checked her hair follicles. While not how it happened with Trudy, all the embryonic stem cells in her body regrew the hair follicles I had burned away. She would have hairy pits again too.

That is probably good. I never thought she would have to relearn some things again.

“You get your wiener all waxed off did you David,” Paula wanted to know. “Boys are supposed to have lots of hair on their wieners.”

Since Annie was getting out anyway, Paula got to see that my dick did indeed still have hair on it. In fact, once I dry, she came over to start playing with my dick. She leaned down to kiss it on the head, when I was fully hard, before taking an inch into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around on the head as she sucked me. She seemed to be on automatic because her hands soon came up to start jacking me off as she sucked. What she was doing to the top three inches of my dick was probably the best blowjob I’ve ever had. Paula swallowed every drop when I came in her mouth.

She was fascinated watching me go completely limp before saying, “It used to be littler and didn’t have any hair on it when I sucked it before. Girls used to love sucking it when it was little because they could get it all inside their mouths. I saw girls make it hard so they put in in their front or back holes until it went soft again. My front is all itchy now. Can I have it in my front now like them. I know it hurts and bleed the first time, the girls that put you in their front the first time always said it hurt and they bled. Only tiny wiener can go in a girl with hair in front and not hurt her. I don’t want to hurt anywhere anymore, but my front keeps telling me how it will make me feel great in my front. I don’t want one in my bottom. It is dirty and filled with germs I don’t want to get in the back.”

Completely unexpectedly she put a foot up on one of the silver bars beside the toilet, squatted down and put a finger, and then two, into her vagina. Once she pushed against her hymen she winced in pain.

“Nope. You would make it hurt a lot,” she stated. “Do you know what this bump is at the top? It feels like my nipples on my boobs but tickles a bit when I push on it. I think it might make me feel nice if I do something to it the right way. Every time I touch it too much it makes me feel like I need to pee, but when I try to go to the bathroom I don’t have to go. I think I will try it right after I just peed. I need to pee now so I’m going to go back to my room to do that now. Bye.”

Have fun.

When she was gone Annie said, “Did you have as much of a problem not laughing at her as I did. I know her brain slammed all around in her skull, but it is so hard hearing her talk like a little kid in a grown woman’s body. It sure doesn’t sound one bit like she did when we had to lookup most words she said in the dictionary. I’m not sure I won’t also laugh at Trudy, even though she does look mostly like a little girl who just started puberty.”

For the rest of the week Paula kept remembering more things as she worked with the brain damage therapists. Steve told me that she was doing great. They had already gotten her to the equivalent of a first grader for many things. Some things came back to her easily, others didn’t. Oddly, she could get long, multisyllabic words when reading without any trouble, but not the sight words that kids must memorize in kindergarten. Math seemed to be hit or miss, depending on the day. If she kept on improving, they would let her go home before our school’s Spring Break, that is oddly a week after Easter this year.

It is already past St. Patrick’s Day? How long was I putting her back together? What day is it anyway and how come I don’t know?

I got the feeling that I had made myself ignore time to focus only on the four girl’s healing and recovery. Trudy, Annie, and Crystal finished here this week.

Damn! I lost a lot more time than I thought. The accident was the second week in August right after school started.

When Friday came, they discharged Annie and she rode home with Crystal and Trudy. Paula went home with Steve for the weekend. I decided to go see my baby brother and sister. April was sending me happiness through our link because she knew I was coming home. As I left the hospital, I powered up the link in my head to the man-in-the-machine.

“Any luck figuring out how April changed her DNA so she was Paula and my daughter again, instead of remaining a clone. Do we have to worry this might happen with the other girls?” I asked.

After some delay he replied, “A billion simulations of the possible scenarios I could think to construct yielded none which could be even remotely plausible, so I’m hazarding a purely human guess. Considering the strong psychic link that you have with her, as you’ve seen between twin and triplet siblings, you walled off some of her embryonic stem cells somewhere within her body. When you stopped needing her to produce embryonic stem cells with the cloned DNA, those stem cells began slowly reverting, or replacing, cells with her own DNA. As that happened her psychic link was trying to reach out to you, but she couldn’t find you. Until she heard your voice, she had nothing else to tie to what she felt was missing. At the time of her departure, I only found clone DNA present. Her most recent DNA test showed no traces of Paula’s clone DNA. I did isolate one small oddity in April’s DNA that differed from her sisters. The length of the telomeres in her DNA show she is the first of the nine embryos, but that shouldn’t even be possible. Then again, I shouldn’t exist. There were many things which shouldn’t have been possible, but you, the triplets, their sister, and others like us made them possible. The other eight girls are identical except the changes to the genes controlling eye and hair color. I didn’t bother to do the calculations to analyze if their reverting was a possibility. They have surpassed the point in which I believe April’s DNA reasserted itself as dominant.”