Chapter 303: Duty-Free

I guess I better make sure I get home before my birthday, or I will be in deep shit with a lot of people. Here I’m the most powerful person in the world, but I’m worried about pissing people off by missing them celebrating my birthday.

A check of my phone did indeed show that I didn’t have any other obligations that needed my direct attention. Corwin, Mary, and Skylar began handing some of my affairs where I didn’t need to intervene. One area involved finding out if any of the families still had child slavery, child porn, child prostitution businesses, or any other revenue stream from things that abused children. They were all up to speed on the powerful woman’s prostitution business and how all her girls requested to be whores. None ever had pressure put on them to be prostitutes or forced them to stay in that line of work. It was always voluntary.

Being heir apparent for their families and the father of their children went a long way to having no one question their working on my behalf.

Probably has a lot to do with them scaring the shit out of the other families even before they met me.

With my unexpected extended visit away from home, there had been an android version of me in place. It wasn’t staying there overnight and only occasionally hung out around the pool. The rumor mill was going wild with saying I was on an extended fucking tour of various girls who still wanted me to be their first, or just flat out wanted to screw in their bed without getting any parental backlash. No one was questioning why there weren’t any girls making up that I had been at their house for one of those nights. Everyone knew I wouldn’t talk about it.

One of the silent aircraft waited on top of a large building. My “badge” would have let me slip through security if the security people had bothered to look up from their phones.

The guys probably ignored me since I’m dressed like others coming and going.

The flight seemed over before it got started. We arrived at a remote part of town where I happened to find my Camry waiting, right where the android parked it shortly before the plane landed. The plane people had secured my weapons and would handle my flight gear quickly. Everything from my trips already loaded up in the back of the Camry.

It is good to finally be going home to disappear as Darren for a while. Hopefully, for a long time.

I made it home an hour before my parents usually came in from work. Nobody was hanging out in the den or by the pool, so I headed up to my room. It was no surprise to me to see Trudy’s things spread out on top of part of my dresser. Once I put my stuff away, I headed into the bathroom to find Trudy enjoying my recently updated and slightly redesigned shower. Instead of a washing wand and a single showerhead, now there were two regular showerheads, three rainfall style heads, spray jets everywhere, and even LED colored lighting. When I got closer, I saw it had a TV sealed into one wall with remote controls made into the wall beside it. I quickly stripped and went to get into the shower only to get yet another surprise. A blast of music hit me as soon as I opened the door. However, this shower had speakers installed to keep the sound didn’t from making it out unless the door was open. Trudy was singing along to whatever song was playing. Not wanting to scare the shit out of her, I moved around in the shower, so I wasn’t where I could grab her, but she could see me out of the corner of her eye.

“DAVID!” she screamed as she wrapped her arms around me to give me a big hug. “No one was sure if you had an apartment off somewhere that you moved into secretly. Mom has been going away on work for weeks to months at a time, so I pretty much moved in here. Molly had the basement redone at my house so that I can go in from there using what she calls a dead man’s entrance with a back door and cage over the top. I have a kitchen down in mom’s area where I can cook when I want. Upstairs we have been renting out to a company that finds temporary short-term housing for corporations for staff while they find an apartment or home to buy. It is a sweet deal since they pay rent plus all the utilities. Mom and I live there for free. Even better is that the maid service cleans the basement, including changing the beds and towels in the bathrooms. The only downside is that I can’t have any big parties when someone is living upstairs. People coming and going tend to freak the renters out. That is cool, though. If I want to have more than one friend to stay the night, we spend the night here. It does cost me, though. I do your chores. The pool isn’t so bad, but I don’t like helping girls and women find bathing suits. I don’t have your eye. The machine is pretty accurate, but not perfect.”

Trudy enjoyed the hug and then said that while she might want to have sex later today, or maybe later this week, she was good for now. Her hormones had settled way down a lot, so she no longer had the uncontrollable urge to fuck all day and night anymore. Even her sleepovers were now pretty much that, a sleepover. Sometimes they played around or got each other off to help them get to sleep, but that was it.

I learned Nelly has a few little boyfriends who sleepover on the weekends, but in one of the guest rooms. After their parents discussed swimming attire, they let the boys swim naked since the whole family did anyway. Nelly has shaken off the last of the parasite’s effects. With her brothers around, she does not need to find out about all little boy and big boy dicks. Her boyfriends were either only children or had brothers. Trudy laughed about Nelly taking them to her room, locking the door, and having the boy strip before stripping too. She gave them a very detailed female anatomy lesson and a kid-level discussion about what went where to make babies. Nelly made it very clear that they weren’t playing house unless everyone had on clothes. No playing “hide the sausage” with her. She announced that at dinner, the first time new boys stayed over.

“In the pool, I’ve heard that all bets are off. If they grab someone between the legs, then they do. The boys tried to explore her pink canoe to find out she learned a lot about boys from her brothers. I hear they still feel each other up, but the boys are never sprouting wood,” Trudy told me. “I think it is cute.”

Dolly had found her three jocks who were more interested in having a four-point GPA at graduation versus a scholarship to a school as jock. At school, people now accepted that the four of them were a couple, and none of the guys were gay. Dolly still wore the guys out, but with three there to fuck her, one was usually ready to go when the one before him busted a nut. So far, Dolly found herself very satisfied with that situation as she could cum enough to give her a few days before she wanted to fuck again.

Now Molly was a different story. She had one specific boy she fucked anytime they were both together long enough to figure out they wanted to screw. There were some others as well, but her go-to fuck toy had the stamina, now, to go until Molly pulled away. Trudy had no idea how much money Molly had in the bank now, but it was a lot.

A lot to you, but not to me anymore.

With all my traveling, Molly had reached out to non-verbal Autistic people and their doctors or therapists. She was cranking out plugins for the Molly Speaks app regularly. They were all pay apps priced reasonably for the functionality the plugin added. The Autistic people never paid for the app or when they used the plugins on their devices. It was all for everyone else. She even had a group of people she gave most of the profits when they came up with a new idea for a plugin or improvement to the app.

“Well, I can’t complain about her making barrels of money since I’m benefitting too. I was looking at the app one day, and something jumped out at me. I found things missing for us normal people using the app to talk with Autistic people in our contact list. I had to sit down and go over it with her a few times before it processed into her brain. She coded almost non-stop for two days to add that functionality. Her main fuck toy, or boyfriend if you want, can make her stop to eat, bathe, use the bathroom, and sometimes sleep for a short time,” Trudy told me. “While I didn’t feel that I added anything, she felt it was still important to the Autistic people using the app. Molly did thank me by buying me a car. It wasn’t some new, high-end, supercar or anything like that. Instead, it is Honda Accord Hybrid that someone had turned back in at the dealership two months into their three-year lease. Molly had it taken to someone Paula’s dad said reinforced Paula’s car to do the same to mine. There were some other special tweaks to the engine, electric motor, and battery capacity in case I had to get the fuck out of there in an emergency. Oh, before I forget. You’re on house arrest. No going anywhere until told otherwise. You aren’t missing your birthday by running off wherever the hell you go.”

Tell me something I don’t already know.

She was going to tell me more when a small little girl removed her diaper and stepping into the shower with us. April was a happy bundle of giggling energy as we played in the different water jets and rain showerheads. Trudy slipped out to dry off so she could tell my parents where April disappeared. She hadn’t been walking long, but she was a climber and fast.

“She has your protective genes David,” I heard mom say from the shower door where she held a hooded towel to put over April. “She was still crawling and pulling herself up to stand when your brother and sister started walking. I have no question that she is your daughter. She has gotten herself banged up, hit with doors, seem to fall off tables, and pretty much everything that should put her in the hospital, or at least go to urgent care, as she does all she can to keep your brother and sister from hurting themselves. You have an incredibly smart little girl. She shouldn’t even know that your siblings are in danger, but she does. It is why Trudy didn’t need to tell me where April was as soon as I saw your car. Did she tell you that you are on house arrest until we say otherwise? Put your keys on the hook when you go downstairs. You can use the new bike, which someone put in the garage for you before you stopped sleeping at home.”

She took a still giggling April to hold her over the toilet right before April started to pee and then take a small crap. Mom didn’t seem even to notice that it was highly unusual for anyone to know when a baby is going to use the bathroom. I used the place in my head to see how she did it. There weren’t any links to mom at all. April had links to my brother and sister, but none to mom, dad, or even Trudy. Ours was a given. We didn’t use it much anymore.

“Soon, you’ll learn her little movements and signals she does when she needs to use the bathroom. We don’t always make it, but I swear she loathes going to the bathroom in her diaper even if her body isn’t developed enough to be able to completely control it,” mom told me as I got out of the shower. “She is the easiest baby I’ve ever taken care of in my life. She is a cuddle bug, too, even when she isn’t in the crib with your siblings. I know it can’t be how it looks, but she seems to be keeping your siblings close to her so they won’t do something that will cause them to hurt themselves.”

Whatever, or however, April managed to do it. She knew it could sense her sheer happiness at my seeing all she has learned since she was born.

I wonder how the other six of her sisters are doing? Elena said her two are great.

At dinner, mom assigned me baby-feeding duties, well to feed my siblings. April couldn’t help making a total mess but was coordinated enough to get most of her dinner into her mouth and drink from her sippy cup. I expected to feel frustration from her. Instead, it was pure bliss. She didn’t care what was on her plate, even if it was something she didn’t like. She ate it all. I only found out after dinner that there was a reward, a small bit of ice cream, for finishing all her dinner. Once freed from her high chair, after having her face and hands cleaned off, she was off chasing my brother and sister around in the sectioned off play area in the den. I knew I wasn’t going to get to hide out in my room when the time came, so I had three diapers and the tub of wipes ready. April may be able to let us know she needs to use the bathroom, but when playing with my siblings, she didn’t seem to care if she used her diaper instead. Trudy and my parents were amazed at the speed I got each changed.

“After the last two years, I know better than to try to guess what to do for your birthday, but you aren’t going running around wherever you have kept sneaking off to recently,” Dad said. “You don’t need a car, effectively don’t need a job, and it isn’t like you couldn’t rent out the biggest club in town to have everyone who might have heard something about you to enjoy your birthday with you.”

That sounds like a pretty good idea.

He continued, “No matter what you plan to do, you are going to be on house arrest until at least the day after your birthday, be that here or at Steve’s house. Your friends have been worried about you being distant lately. Paula, well, you can guess what Paula is missing, even with her friend Lenny coming around again. Steve has kept us up to date. According to her latest evaluation, she is effectively at the mental level of an eighth-grader. Of course, not even Steve knows how old Paula was when reaching that level the first time. Physically, she has been working as hard on her body as much as her studies. Steve ensured some teenaged boys happened to need to accompany one of the therapists, for some reason or the other. Paula will shower with them, but she shows no interest in having sex with them even when her body clearly shows it is interested. Tomorrow you will be riding your bike over to her house to see if you can scratch her itch.”

“David, you’ve grown up so quickly in the last few years. There are a lot of kids in high school who will be starting their senior year this fall. They may not show it, but many still remember what you did back in eighth grade. According to their parents, many missed you being in school with them. It took a while for it to be common knowledge, but they all now know that you aren’t attending any high school graduation ceremonies because you already graduated college.”

Chrissy decided to come in from the pool area and said, “I know all about your college degrees. No one I know in middle or high school knows anything other than you did some special program that let you graduate from multiple colleges without having even to attend them or even have to pay anything. One of my friend’s sister is going to be a senior next year. She aced her SAT, but when her parents tried to find out about the program you attended, they found out that the few kids in the program also aced their SAT and ACTs in fourth grade. I know your smart, but not that smart. How did you manage to get into that program?”

“Out of spite. Dislike of the government machine of our school system. Who knows their exact reasons? I do know that the first round of exams our high school gave, I aced, so they made me retake them. Even though that proved I knew all they could teach me, I got exams for AP-level classes. Colleges will sometimes count those classes as college credit for the associated courses. Others require students to take CLEP tests to see if they know the skills for the introductory courses before getting college credit. The school pissed me off by telling me that they didn’t care about the exams I was going to restart my sophomore year even with having passed all the exams they could throw at me. I told my parents what I planned to do, and they said I had to finish whatever I had planned before school was about to restart. If I didn’t pull it off, then I had to play the school board’s game without complaint,” I told her, and Trudy, who hadn’t heard the details. “Someone slipped the colleges details about the crap the school board was playing. I only asked to do tests there to see if I could get college credit for the AP tests I took at school. I got someone interested, so they invited me to help do a pilot program that allowed the super-smart kids, like Paula, before the accident, to try to test out of college classes. Each took the final exams and did the lab exams, just like the students in those classes. Other than room and board for a few weeks, it didn’t cause the colleges and universities anything to let me try. I wasn’t unbelievably smart like the kids I shared the rooms with, but I knew what I needed to pass the tests and labs.”

“Where did you stay with the other kids?” Chrissy wanted to know.

I went over how the school had some high-profile issues with some boys staying in the men’s dorm. They had a girl who was under eighteen that the school asked to chaperone me, but I had to stay in her room in the virgin vault.