Chapter 243: Birthday Girls

Ok. I feel a setup.

I couldn’t decide if I should go home or what. I went to get me a burger, ok quadruple bypass on a bun, to think if I wanted to visit the family of two girls from the dojo this morning. Annie and Crystal said they had been letting me help them with their form without pulling away. Today their mom was amazed at how the two girls allowed me to wash them in the showers like I had been doing it for them all their lives. My phone decided then was a good time to shake me out of my thoughts.

On the screen was a message from Molly telling me the places to stop and to pick up what she would have waiting for me when I arrived. I was going to be spending the night with the two autistic girls Lora, fifteen, and Dana, sixteen, and their twin sisters Rebecca and Holly, who turn fifteen tomorrow. Their family is celebrating their birthday today because their adoptive father leaves on a work trip in the morning. It was important to him and the girls to celebrate birthdays together as a family.

What have I gotten myself into now?

I didn’t expect to drive all over town picking out packages and then a big elaborate birthday cake. Right before Waze told me to turn toward their house, the route changed and directed me to one of the places that had whole baked chickens, turkey, and dozens of sides. I didn’t even bother to look at what was on the two-hundred, twenty-three-dollar receipt. The people at the restaurant were very amazing. They had packed everything carefully in boxes with napkins and packs of silverware to cushion everything.

“Dinner preparation halted when Lora had a major episode. No one can calm her down. Food is twin’s favorite, and their front door is unlocked. Twins and parents know you are going to walk right in,” Molly sent me in the Molly Speaks app so it would talk to me as I drove for safety.

The places where I picked up the twin’s presents wrapped them there and had them ready when I arrived. The cake was inside a cardboard box, taped closed so they couldn’t look at it. It had a note for them to stay out. They hadn’t ever met me in person because we were in two different high school districts. It didn’t matter. Molly had told them to be expecting a beat-up Camry. They are to put their gifts with their others. The big cardboard box goes into the extra refrigerator and food in the kitchen. The girls knew what the things each person liked to eat, so they needed to get dinner set out for everyone except for Lora. I had already eaten, but would probably eat while feeding Lora if she stayed obstinate.

“Happy Birthday girls who I have no clue which is Rebecca and which is Holly,” I told them.

Rebecca solved it by saying, “Becca or Bec. Rebecca sounds too old.”

Holly gave a big hug and said, “Go and help Lora. Mom said if anyone could, it would be you. No one knows what set her off this time, but it is the worst meltdown I have ever seen her have before. Up the stairs, turn right, and go down to the basement. The house is a crazy design.”

Dena, their mom, a boy, and their father were all trying to see if they could calm Lora down. They couldn’t get close without causing Lora to scream, curl up in a ball, or swing at them with a hockey stick.

She was completely naked.

I went to the man to say, “Hi. I’m David. I will be calming your daughter tonight. Please, enjoy the twin’s birthday dinner before it gest cold. They should have it set out by now. If this takes longer than the time for you to eat, there are two birthday cakes inside the box in your extra refrigerator. You will find candles and lighters in the box too. I promise not to molest her too much. At least no more than I did in the showers at the dojo today. Your wife can tell you all about it because she watched.”

I love that look. Can’t decide to be grateful I came to help, ready to beat me for saying was going to molest the man’s daughter or figure out if I’m joking or not about the dojo.

When he saw me walk right over to Lora, tell to give me the hockey stick, which she did without a thought, and then watched as Lora threw herself into my open arms, I don’t think he cared if I fucked Lora on the dinner table while they ate. She was holding onto me like she was worried I would dump her on the floor and leave. As she clung to me, I used the place in my head to scan her for bad energy. I didn’t find any other then what was causing her some pimples and giving her nasty gas. I risked connecting to Molly by using the implant through my phone.

Her reply was to sit down and let her in. I didn’t like her controlling the place in my head, but she said I did it voluntarily, or she would hijack my brain.

Damn it. Molly could hijack my brain, and my shield would let her.

I only felt her in my head for two minutes, and then my shield blocked her out. I was rocking Lora, automatically, when I felt Molly’s reply come into my brain through the implant. She had somehow figured out what herbs they had on hand, or in their garden, that I needed to fix whatever she found was wrong with Lora. I carried Lora through the maze of their house to get to the kitchen.

“The Molly I told you about took how Lora was behaving and gave me a list of herbs you have in your garden,” I told them to not freak them out about how she knew what was in their cabinets, or at least guessed. “Lora isn’t letting go of me, and as tightly as she wrapped herself around my body, I’m not going to get any clothes on her to go see if I can find the herbs Molly told me to get using my phone. I have the list with amounts on my phone if it wouldn’t be too much trouble to have someone get them, please.”

Fred grabbed my phone and rushed out of the house like he had a hot poker pushed in his ass. He came running back in with handfuls of different leaves, a few flowers, and some green stalks. The rest of the list came from the pantry. I didn’t expect him to get a mortar and pestle or a pill press, but he said they were on the list too. Before I even had a chance to do anything, he began chopping, grating, slicing, and dicing everything on the list. It all went into a tiny food processor until it turned into a paste. He added in something that caused the glop to harden into bits that looked a bit like blue cheese crumbles. It all went into the mortar for him to crush further before he added some of the flowers. A spoonful of glop went into the pill press, and hitting the power switch caused it to squeeze the stuff into a pill shape. A bit of the glop overfilled the mold and caused it to be pushed out into a container at the side for reused in the next pill.

I only needed to give her one now, so I started looking for cups. Fred soon held a plastic cup of water out in front of Lora.

“Open, take the water, swallow the pill. Don’t try to taste it or chew it. I have no idea how it will taste. If it is like others Molly has made, you should hope it goes down without hitting your tongue,” I told her.

I watched as she reached to get the water from her brother. Their fingers touched briefly, and yet she didn’t recoil. After she swallowed the pill, I sat down on a stool at their island to go back to rocking Lora until whatever Molly had us make Lora did its’ magic.

The rest of the family was still eating when Lora pulled back to get off my lap. She went right over to Fred, pulled out his chair, got him to stand up, jerked his shorts and underwear down, and took his balls in her hand. Lora kissed each one and then getting him dressed again. That didn’t seem to shock the family nearly as much as her pulling Fred’s shirt over his head and giving him a bare breast to bare chest hug that she held for a long time.

She got a few sips of water before saying, slightly hoarsely, “You’re my baby brother Fred. I love you. I would never try to hurt you, especially not your balls. I’m glad I didn’t break them so you can have children with your wife one day.”

Forks hitting plates, check. Plastic cups getting dropped, check. The stunned look on everyone’s faces, check. Fred’s popping wood from having her kiss his balls, unchecked.

“Did you get any dinner for me, David? I’m hungry. I can’t remember if I have eaten anything in days,” she asked me as I went to the only empty seat, pulled back her chair, and sat down.

I got the plate for her from the counter and a glass of milk that Dena had poured. She fed herself some, and I fed her some. When she finally said she was full, after having eaten nearly all of the sides and leftover chicken, Lora whispered to me that she needed to use the bathroom. We all saw the little hint of a curve to her stomach versus her usually flat belly.

Before her mom could openly ask the question forming in her mouth, I said, “Molly. She is smart beyond all of us. Call her. She can explain. There are gifts for Becca and Holly from Lora, so those will need to wait until she can leave the bathroom, which may take a while. You probably won’t need to fill any of Lora’s, and I bet Dena’s meds anymore. Molly could show apothecaries and medicine men things that can be corrected naturally versus pharmaceutically. How do I put what Molly just did to Lora nicely? Lora is having an all-natural rapid detox in a way that makes enemas appear to take weeks to work. We need to have plenty of water available when she comes out. Unless you own gas masks, rated for nuclear fallout, you DON’T want to go in there. I didn’t get any instructions to pick up any of the air freshener formulated to clear that smell out.”

Dora gave me a defiant look as she got Lora’s water, held her nose, and started to walk to the bathroom.

If she had gotten close enough to open the door, she would have thrown up her dinner instead of just looking nauseous.

No words were needed, especially when she went somewhere to come back with a roll of caution tape she put across the hallway to the bathroom.

“If there are any bathrooms with a window that opens, you will need to put a fan in it blowing out,” I told Dora right before my phone dinged. “I suggest you do that now, and then you get a big thermos of ice water. Molly said a courier is on the way with something for you like she had us make for Lora. You will thank me for the fresh airflow.”

The doorbell rang as we heard Dena banging around somewhere upstairs. He had a big box that looked about the size of two copy paper boxes stacked on top of each other. It weighed than it should have given the size. I signed for it and put it on the kitchen counter. Once we cut the straps, I lifted the box off something that looked like a big machine made mostly out of glass and bulletproof plastics. It had a custom printed book on the side in a pocket. The top of the big box contained a large box with a power cord, bags marked cleaning supplies, and instructions on how to clean the machine in one section.

Another section had seven zip baggies for each person in the family. Lora’s only had one plastic container with different sized compartments that had pictures of herbs. Looking at the manual on the side of the machine, I found that each compartment was color-coded to which herb, flower, fruit, or whatever was needed. The instructions were as simple as you could get. Chop, slice, dice, mince, or maul the required item, until the container was full to the top and then place it in the slot on the machine, which would somehow check to see if each compartment appeared to have enough of what it needed.

Becca couldn’t control her curiosity and got her baggie. She had four different containers. Since Holly had the same ones, they asked me to look them up.

“The one with the biggest number of containers is something that says you don’t need to know all that it does, only to take it weekly when you have an hour you can be undisturbed on the throne. There is a note here that says the throne time will be worth it because one of the effects will clear up your skin from head to toe. No more acne or body zits anymore.”

Holly liked that idea so much that she rushed off to get the herbs from the cabinet and then garden to fill the container.

“The next two don’t have much information other than to say to take them daily with breakfast to help focus on school and not on boys,” I told Becca.

She didn’t believe me and snatched the instructions out of my hands. I laughed when I got an angry look when she read the line that Molly put in there for Becca, specifically to tell her if she wanted to know what they did, she needed to go look it up. She wasn’t getting any information from the instructions, and that I had no clue either.

“I hate this, Molly person,” she said.

“You can, but don’t let her hear you say that,” I warned. “She is a sweet person but will give you a real reason to hate her. I wouldn’t put it past her to make your skin turn blue, make your pee neon green, and have your poop smell in a way that you want to use raw sewage as a perfume to cover up the smell coming out of your butt, that you won’t be able to control. Just look at what she did for Lora just from a few things I told her.”

Well, it is true. I told Molly that Lora needed help to see what she could do for her.

“So, what is the last one smartass,” Becca asked with a grin.

When I had looked it up, I had to go over to Helen so I could whisper it in their ear, since Molly wrote the details of what it did in a language that only I could read without someone taking decades to learn it. I got both girls close to me as I said, “All-natural prenatal vitamins. The note said you need to start making them tomorrow and take them twice a day. She said you would know when to stop taking them.”

My camera got a great shot of the looks on their faces that I sent to Molly.

Dena found a bottle of liquid that she needed to drink once she was on the throne. It smelled like cherries, which Dena said was the only flavor of liquid medicine she would take. I got a kiss on the cheek before Dena proceeded to chug it without being in the bathroom, as Molly said. Suddenly she dropped the empty bottle on the counter and started stripping off her clothes as she headed toward the stairs. We all started laughing when Dena put her hands behind her to try to keep her butthole closed. She didn’t have the time to shut the doors or turn on the window fan. Everyone burst out laughing when they heard the long farts that were followed by the sound of Dena gagging.

“Since I got Molly involved, I will go take one for the team,” I told them as I headed toward the stairs.

Shield, don’t fail me now.

I picked up Dena’s water on the way. In the bathroom, I turned on the window fan, kissed Dena on the head, once she stopped pinching off a loaf, and then started closing the doors between her and the end of the hallway that led to the bathroom.

“How many more toilets do you have,” I asked sort of jokingly.

“The twins share a bathroom with Fred. The three of them have no modesty, and never have, so when we renovated their bathroom, we put in two toilet rooms with powerful, but quiet, extraction fans,” their dad told me. “The contractor told us that with their enlarged shower and on-demand water heaters, we needed to get the moisture out or risk mold in the walls.”

I handed the twins three pills each. Without question, they took those down as they waited for something to happen. When nothing happened, they realized I had two more pills for them. I suggested that if they genuinely had no modesty, then they should strip off their clothes now to prevent needing to fight with them after they took the pills.

“You just want to see us naked so you can compare us to our sisters,” Holly joked as she pulled her shirt and bra off in one motion.

“I will never turn down the chance to see two twin girls naked. I’m fifteen,” I retorted. “You can slap the hell out of me after you get done in the bathroom.”

“Deal,” Becca said as she put her shirt, bra and sweat pants over my arm before putting her pussy juice-soaked panties in my hand.

With a worried look, Fred came over to ask if there was something Molly had made to inflict bodily cleansing detoxification on him as well. I did find three pills for him with a note attached.

I quickly before giving it to him along with a tube of salve.

The note said that the pills he was going to take were going to help correct where he was lacking and let him naturally build muscle easier. I knew as soon as I saw the salve what else was going to be happening to him.