Chapter 234: On the Home Stretch

Is there something guiding me to different people like me and those that need to be around me to fix something wrong in them?

That was what I thought about as I drove the rest of the way home. There seem to be so many who needed what only I can do. I didn’t mind helping anyone. I wanted to know if something was controlling me. As I pulled into the driveway, I decided I wasn’t about to figure that out anytime soon, even though I wanted to keep thinking it over. April was reaching out to me to let me know that she missed and needed me badly.

When I got inside, I found my brother and sister wrapped in hooded towel laying on Nelly’s lap, who was still naked, so I assumed she helped them bathe. She tried to cover up her nakedness until she saw it was only me.

Dolly came down with a bath sheet around her body, carrying April. Her towel came down to her knees.

“Your big shower and Nelly helping out makes it so much easier to get the babies washed up. Once they go down for their nap, you and I need some private time alone before Molly finally realizes that the boy trying his best to give her what she needs just isn’t cutting it. I know Molly likes the boy, but he doesn’t have the right equipment or stamina for the job. Once she finds you are home, she won’t let you out of your room until she passes out from exhaustion,” Dolly told me.

Both girls gave me dirty looks when each of the babies, especially April, were asleep as soon I could get a diaper on them and lay them in the big crib.

“I’ve been watching Molly, since she doesn’t close her door, or does it in the tv room where all of us can see her,” Nelly said. “Can I please, please, please come up and watch you two so I can see how it looks when you do it?”

I pulled her into my lap, kissed her forehead, and said, “Nope. No way. It isn’t happening. I don’t care if you watched everyone in town doing it, you aren’t watching me do it with anyone, even if you think that is what Dolly wants to do with me in my room. With Molly and Dolly taking a baby break, you are the only one here right now to babysit them right now. I know you are great at babysitting already.”

Why aren’t they in school today? The local schools don’t let out for another month and a half.

Up in my room, I found what looked like a moving company had used it for storage. There were boxes of every shape and size filling up most of the free space that was not needed to walk around. Even my dressers had boxes piled on them. I was curious and peeked into one of them. Cool. As they packed these up for me, they marked each box with a code for each person. Inside the second box, marked with Nelly’s symbol, I found packages wrapped for Christmas and her birthday. The rest was in a paper bag with her name on it. Dolly and Molly’s boxes were the same way.

I don’t even know their birthdays. I suck!

Dolly waited very patiently as I looked in the various boxes, but the sound of her fingers playing with her wet pussy let me know that her patience would run out sooner, rather than later.

She didn’t even notice that I had stripped, gotten hard, or moved to where she was laying back on the bed with her butt hanging a bit over the edge. She didn’t need any foreplay. I got between her legs, lined my dick up, and buried it the hilt. Before I had the chance, she had her hands behind her knees for me to lean forward to push them against my chest. From there, we both lost all track of time as I fucked her like she would die if I didn’t fuck her unconscious. She didn’t pass out, but she was exhausted when I pulled out of her without having cum.

“That is the standard by which I judge the sexual skills of my lovers,” I heard the Molly Speaks app saying in a computer-generated voice that sounded like hers. “Size isn’t exactly irrelevant, but stamina and dedication to my needs are relevant. You had ample opportunity to cause my body to have an orgasm. You failed in every attempt. I will show you to the door.”

She was harsh. The computer voice made it even colder and brutal than if she has said it herself.

Molly didn’t care one bit that she was walking naked through the house or that the boy’s cum was running down the insides of her thighs. She needed me to fuck her right now. Once up in my room, she made Dolly pull on a long t-shirt, panties, and shorts before Molly pushed her out of my bedroom.

When did they remove the light trap?

We locked my door and secured so that no one was joining us until we unlocked it. Like with Dolly, we didn’t need to have any discussion. I knew what she needed, even if it was very sloppy seconds. Dolly had needed a power fucking. Molly’s needs were different.

For hours we spent more time with her trying to get as much of her naked body touching mine than we did having sex. I knew I was the only person she wanted to touch. Sex for her with other guys was entirely physical, versus emotional. When she was with me, it was both. When I finally managed to cum inside her, she was beyond happy. It calmed her mind in ways that sex with other guys weren’t giving her. She was slowly riding my dick when mom called up to my room to say dinner was in an hour and a half. We needed to both shower and dress properly before then. Luckily our stomachs decided Molly had sated her lust for now.

After dinner, I told everyone to wait to go anywhere because I had picked up some gifts for them when I traveled. To say that Molly was shocked when I gave her the various items, except those saved for her birthday and Christmas, was an understatement. Everything was unique, amazing, and something which impressed Molly with the level of thought I put into it.

Mom loved her gifts but was very happy with the outfits I have gotten the twins and those which I had picked out for April. Nelly and Dolly just stood there in stunned into silence.

Mom would let Molly and Dolly screw me right here on the couch if either girl wanted to fuck me right now. Nelly too, but she knows that won’t be happening until she is sixteen, if even then.

“I also have birthday and Christmas presents that I picked up at unique little shops and stores as I traveled in Europe plus from where I had spent Spring Break,” I explained. “You’re going to have to wait and wonder what I could have gotten you because I’m not about to tell you.”

I did tell Molly I had somethings for her that are one of a kind and no one else anywhere in the world. Each made just for her. I would bring them to her in the next few days since they were that special.

Dolly drove the girls back home after helping mom feed the twins. April wasn’t happy about it, but my mom wasn’t able to produce enough milk for the twins even with her pumping every half an hour trying to have her body make more milk. I gave April a bottle, changed her, and then rocked her in my arms until I could feel she was ready to cuddle up with the twins and go to sleep.

With the house settled down for the night, I told my parents I still had something else for each of them. I brought down a small box for mom and Dad’s sword. I told him that he had to wait to open his until after mom opened hers. On the box, I saw the maker’s mark for the master swordsmith in Japan. Inside was an unbelievable necklace made of links from shattered Katanas, each with tiny etchings of traditional Japanese artwork. They filled the details with gold, silver, and dust from the smallest gems usable for artwork this small. Where the necklace was fantastic, but the earrings were beyond words. Each had extremely detailed etching of me making swords in the forge in Japan.

“Wow, David. They must have cost a fortune. I’ve never heard or seen any jewelry having anything close to this level of detail that didn’t cost millions,” mom told me. “I remember what Steve told me about your being paid exceedingly well for helping out some people, but this is way too much for you to have spent on me.”

Drawn inside the top of the box was a message to mom in Japanese. I had no problems reading it, but I used her phone to take a good picture of it, and then had Giggle translate it for her.

“Please accept this gift from my family to thank you for raising such an amazing son.”

When I told dad to open his sword case, I saw there were stripes of metal that caused the section holding the Toledo sword up from inside the box. Underneath it was a black cloth bag. A note in English said to wait to open the bag until after the sword on top.

“I see you visited Toledo on your extended vacation David,” he said with a look betraying his slight disappointment that I got him fifty-dollar tourist sword with fake gold on top of spring steel. “I’ve seen these in the offices of my managers over the years from their trips to Toledo. They look amazing on their walls even if they are only cheaply made knock-offs only good for display.”

So, you didn’t see me carry down the armor-plated cow bone and stand for it.

Before he could unsheathe it, I set the armor-plated bone on the stand, gently extracted his sword from the case, and said, “I’m sure that you have never seen a Toledo sword like this in any of your managers, C-Level executives, or anyone else’s walls Dad. I’m one-hundred-percent sure this isn’t a cheap stamped replica or one made from spring steel.”

At that, I unsheathed the sword, got a two-handed grip, and swung it at the armor-plated cow bone an inch from the top. Mom moved into the safety of the kitchen while dad was ready to put up his arms to protect him from flying pieces of the sword from it shattering when it hit the armor covered bone. He didn’t even get to raise his hands before there as the sound of metal on metal. I was re-sheathing the sword and reaching out to catch the piece of metal covered bone before they hit the floor.

It weighs more than I would have thought.

I put the chuck of armored bone in his hand as I held the sheathed sword when I sat down. Mom made sure I wasn’t going to do that again before coming back to her seat on the couch. I unsheathed the sword and put it on the coffee table. His eyes went wide when he saw the detailed artwork done along the blade in gold that matched the designs that identified Alex’s family as the makers of the sword. It also had the needed markings that identified it as authentic. If that wasn’t enough proof, there was a framed certificate of authenticity bearing Alex’s, Andy’s, and my maker’s marks. He used his phone to look up the maker’s marks.

He found the first two quickly. The third caused him to search. He finally ended up on the website for Andy’s store under a section covering their maker’s marks since their family began making swords before the middle ages. My makers mark only had the note “DPJ - Senior Swordsmith” dated last month and this year noting when they registered my maker’s mark.

“The detail was done in Japan as a gift to me by the master swordsmith of the forge where I apprenticed in for a few weeks,” I told him. “That sword in front of you I made with my own hands using the same methods Andy’s grandfather passed to her from his grandfather before him. Yes, Andy is a woman and the master swordsmith in the family’s Toledo forge. Andy and her granddaughter Alex guided gave me through an accelerated course in sword making since I seemed to have a natural ability to pick up the techniques required, at least after I learned how to use a hammer to shape the metal, not flatten it to be as thin as a piece of paper. If you inspect the blade, you will only see a slight change in the highly polished blade where I cut through the armor formed around a cow bone to test the hardness of the metals used to make each authentic Toledo sword. It is also extremely sharp. I don’t have any idea regarding the black cloth bag.”

Underneath the black cloth bag was yet another note in Japanese. The matched mom’s gift with the only word changed was for father.

Dad very carefully took the sword out of the cloth bag and then took some time, inspecting the finely detailed lines made in gold on the hilt and scabbard. I was surprised when he carefully pulled the sword from the sheath to find the Japanese master swordsmith had given my father a Tachi made by the Master’s hand. This sword had to have taken months, if not years, to make it.

“You don’t want to put that on the wall at your office. That is a Tachi made by the master swordsmith at his forge in Japan. It isn’t one of the imitations or cheaply made ones I have seen on D-Bay. It can easily be worth over ten thousand if made by a senior swordsmith in his forge. One made by his hand would cost many times that price,” I explained. “One with the Master’s signature and bearing your name, in Japanese, as the person for whom he made it, causes it to be that much rarer. He gets commissioned to make swords for obscenely wealthy people in Japan. Only those swords of the highest possible quality, costing in the thousands, if not millions, of dollars, will have the name for whom he crafted it signed on the tang,” I explained.

Mom broke the tension that had built up to say, “I hope you didn’t make one for Paula or are going to at least keep it locked away until she can understand that it isn’t a toy and why she has to be careful with it. I don’t want you to have to live with her cutting something off playing with it after all the time it took to get her back from the edge of death after that horrible accident.”

“Oh. I hope you are ready to visit Paula. Steve said he has been trying to contact you for weeks. Paula has found out about sex and is dying to learn all about it from you. He asked that as soon as you got back for you to call him. I would suggest you wait until tomorrow,” dad told me.

Once dad finished inspecting the swords, he asked what was up with the Camry.

I told him what I knew. I had no idea what happened to the Honda, only that I received directions as to where to find my “new” car in the airport parking lot. It had the same modifications as the Honda. The main difference between them was that the Camry still had plenty of places without dents and real rusting metal. Dad didn’t question it since Steve had been the one to give it to me.

Dad suddenly got serious and said, “The school board has decided to pretend that they have real power. Even though you scored at least ninety-six on every exam taken, and that the school already agreed to permit you to walk at this graduation, they notified us that they had reversed the school’s decision. It appears they believe that by stopping your graduating as promised, you will remain under their control until they see fit to grant you a diploma. Showing their lack of forethought, they even contacted all home-schooling organizations, where you may have tried to get you a diploma, to state that you expertly cheated on every exam administered to you. They ignored the fact that they effectively strip-searched you and placed everything you had, outside of clothes and pencils, into a bin held in the front office. Then there are the six highest resolution security cameras, with zoom, watching you from every angle as closely as they were able to keep you in the frame. They made it quite clear that you will attend their high school for two more years, or family services will become involved to report your truancy to enlist the police force to ensure you attend school daily.”

“Argh ... Can’t these morons get over the fact that their education system no longer offers any new things they can teach me? All three of us know it. The school knows it. Heck, I’m pretty sure that most of the kids in high school know it. I mean seriously, they didn’t keep any of my test scores confidential. I have multiple emails congratulating me by showing the school that I knew more than they can teach me, and how most of that knowledge didn’t come from any teachers at the school. If you both agree to let me, I want to try to handle this myself,” I said with a bit more anger in my voice than I intended. “How quickly do you think they would be off the board if we filed a lawsuit against the school board over my accident? Not that I want that exposure, but it does seem that they have short memories.”

Mom and dad thought it over before mom said, “You have shown a lot of maturity over the last year David. We would never have let you go off wherever you wanted if we didn’t trust you. I’m not even going to ask how you got a passport without us even knowing that you had applied for one. If you think you want to take a swing at these career bureaucrats to get some answers, then please, give it your best shot. We have hit up against a wall.”

“Thanks,” I told her. “I will see if I can get their attention, subtly. Are there any colleges and universities you feel would be me going over the top if I got involved?”

That got me some raised eyebrows, but mom still said to go for it. I needed to not draw any media attention to me, but she did want me to bitch slap the school board if I could.

I fired up my computer to see if I could figure out what the hell was going on with the man-in-the-machine seemingly vanishing. Like the last time, it remained blazingly fast, and the Internet wasn’t lagging at all, but the man-in-the-machine had gone dark again. None of the ways I tried, including those he put in my head that were untraceable, got any response. I couldn’t even get the implant to connect to anything.

This crap sucks! I only have one bar on my cell phone! I don’t need him for what I have in mind, but it would be nice to have someone watching my back.

For the rest of the night, I stewed and schemed about what I wanted to do. In the morning, I was going over to see Paula. If Steve told my parents that Paula had learned about sex, then she must be driving him crazy.

I wonder how much of her memories and super brain power came back while I was gone.

Once l let myself relax, I finally went to bed. I had a rough plan in place that I sent to Molly to see what she thought about it. I made sure to tell her I wanted to do this on my own. Only if I got frustrated or needed her help would I reach out to her. If this worked as planned, the school board would be outed for being the worthless schmucks they are.

I shouldn’t have texted Steve that I was on my way over.

My car had barely stopped when I had a completely naked Paula come racing out of the house toward my car with Steve rushing out after her with one of her robes. He didn’t even have a chance in hell of getting that on her.