Chapter 317: Old Acquaintances

I liked the food and services here, but it is less stressful at home.

After running the bionic twins around the perimeter of the resort, until they were on their backup batteries, I speed fucked their pussies raw, got a shower, grabbed my bags, and went to get April and my siblings. All three conked out before I made it onto the main road going to the interstate. When we got home, they were well-rested. After lunch and a change, Molly, Dolly, and Chrissie took them into the pool to swim. I went up to my room to catch up on email.

Around two, I got a phone call, which is odd. Everyone texts or emails me.

“David,” a guy said on the phone. “It’s Terrance. We used to play together in second and third grades before I moved away. My family moved back this summer. I heard you had a nasty accident a few years back. I know it has been a long time, but you are the only person I know that isn’t a self-absorbed dick or gold-digging cunt. My parents are sponsoring the build of two dozen Habitat for Humanity houses on the south side of town. If you aren’t busy, I would love it if you could come to hang out. You don’t have to do anything. No way to I want you to hurt yourself. I remember how accident-prone you were as a kid.”

I don’t have anything else to do, and he doesn’t have a pussy he wants me to fuck. I hope he doesn’t ask me to fuck his ass.

I threw on some jeans, hiking boots, and a heavy-weight t-shirt.

Might as well see if I can help while there now that I have the muscles and nothing there can hurt me.

It was easy to find the worksite. Where there were old condemned buildings a few years ago, now there was a grassy park surrounding a neighborhood with houses in various states of construction. A Habitat for Humanity sign was at the entrance. A guard stopped me when I started to drive my Camry toward what appeared to be the main area.

“Terrance called me and asked me to come down to hang out today,” I told him.

He pointed to one of the house builds where there weren’t enough people to hold up the framed walls while someone nailed them together. I headed over there, parked, got out, and helped two girls in overalls hold up the wall they were struggling to keep in place. It didn’t seem to weigh anything to me. I helped the girls and a guy get the opposite wall up into place and hold it there while people nailed in. The guy coordinating things directed us to where we needed to get pre-built framing sections, put them in their place, and hold them while someone came around with a nail gun to drive a nail into the concrete to keep them in place before someone nailed them to the existing framing. It was amazing watching how fast we got the first-floor framing done and started to help guide in floor joists. By the time they said it was time to stop, our house had plywood down on the second floor, the outside framing in place, and a few of the framing pieces for that floor.

We headed over to where a restaurant had brought over the food they had donated to the build. I was drinking a bottle of water when the guy coordinating the work on the house I helped on walked over.

“Hey. Thanks for showing up when you did. We wouldn’t have gotten as much done today without you,” the guy told me while shaking my hand. “I’m Terrance. It is my pleasure to meet you.”

I matched his grip and said, “Hey, you called me to come to hang out. I didn’t mind helping out. Beats hanging out around the pool with one-year-olds.”

“David?”

“Yep.”

“What the hell happened to you,” he asked. “You were always pretty scrawny.”

“Four of my best friends were in a bad car wreck. I went to this private hospital to be there with them. As I’ve told others, you can only jack off so many times before it gets boring. There wasn’t much else to do, so the research team at the hospital strapped me into an experimental exoskeleton that made me fight the resistance to do anything. When I wasn’t there holding my friend’s hands or sleeping, I was in the exoskeleton trying to do martial arts katas as fast as I could. Whenever I got to where I started doing them quicker, they increased the resistance. I had so many memorized that they began putting a brain-relearning prototype helmet on. It went through pictures and text as quickly is their sensors decided I could learn it. I learned a lot. I did this program at a college, with these super-smart kids, to see how many college classes I could test out of for college credit. Multiple colleges participated. I passed all my tests and labs. Each college gave me a diploma for meeting their requirements to graduate,” I explained. “I didn’t expect to graduate. After I came back to school after all my friends came home, the school board said I had to take tests to see if I learned everything should know as if I went to school all year. I aced all those, the ones they gave me because they were sure I somehow cheated, another set after that, and then finally AP level exams. After all that bullshit, they said I would be a sophomore in the fall. I couldn’t just take tests and not attend school. That was why I started asking colleges if I could try to test out of classes the same as if I was an incoming freshman who took a lot of AP-level courses in high school. I wanted to thumb my nose at the school board. I didn’t need a high school diploma when I had already finished a year or two of college. The colleges even came to the meeting to present my degrees. The school board came back with the verdict that I would be a sophomore in the fall. I was a child still, so I had to go to school. If I didn’t show up, they would have my parents and me arrested.”

“No, shit? What a bunch of losers?” Terrance said. “So, what did they do?”

I smiled when I said, “Went to jail for accepting bribes from some guy impersonating a federal agent. He was sure I was some mystery man who had an access card to get in anywhere and was also this head of the world’s elite underground. The fake fed got a call and took off. The two remaining school board members decided that college degrees trumped a high school diploma. I’ve been hanging out with friends and doing some traveling.”

“Seriously? You drove up in a beat-up piece of shit, and our old neighborhood was barely middle class,” Terrance said.

I smiled and said, “It is better than the old beat-to-shit Honda I had first. I sure as heck wasn’t taking my Lotus to where my mom made me go work at the outlet malls for not calling them about a run-in with some escaped prisoners. I swapped it for a Maserati since it isn’t as noticeable.”

“Ok, now you are shitting me,” he said, punching me lightly, or I guess it was softly, in the arm.

His dad, who I did remember, put his hand on Terrance’s shoulder and said, “You know that high-performance driving school for teenagers you want me to pay for you to attend? Someone sent David there before they build the teenage school. He did the adult course they teach to limo drivers, swat cops, and bodyguards. For people who don’t have the means to afford a car to keep their skills up, they will give them one of the school’s cars for free.”

“Not exactly for free,” I replied. “I have a box full of pamphlets and cards for the school that I give out when people ask about my car. The Lotus got a lot of attention. Few have any idea what a Maserati is, much less tell it apart from other vehicles on the road.”

“So what brings you down here, David? It is a bit far from your house,” Terrance’s father asked.

I told him Terrance asked me to come to hang out because I wasn’t a dick, and he wanted to reconnect. The people showed me where they needed help on the build, so I helped. Terrance’s dad took over, making sure everyone had all they wanted to eat before they went home.

Terrance and I went around to each of the builds pick up any tools and do some general cleanup. The two girls I helped hold up wall sections were going around picking up various cut off ends of boards to toss them into one of the bins around the sites. Terrance said that was a recycle bin for wood scraps and sawdust. One of the volunteers came very early in the morning to dump them into sifters to separate the sawdust and then magnets to get any metal out. From the sawdust, a machine compacted it into pellets. The wood piece went into a machine that lined a few up and then sliced through them to make half-inch wide, thin strips, which went into another piece of equipment that turned them into shims.

Being hyper-aware of my surroundings, mostly for a house collapsing or part of it falling off, I noticed the two girls were following us around. I would catch one of them staring at me, sometimes from only a foot away. When our eyes met, I smiled and went on searching for tools people had left. Even with the sun starting to set, I had no problems seeing if there was a tool here or there that Terrance couldn’t see.

As we coiled up air hoses, carried boxes of nails to the supply trailer beside each house, and found things that needed to be secured, we shot the shit.

“I remember your house was smaller than mine and older. How can your family afford to sponsor the Habitat for Humanity builds? I’m not getting tied up in something that will get me in deep shit with the wrong people, am I? I’ve had way more of that since I got out of the hospital,” I asked.

Terrance dodged the question by asking, “What sort of shit could you get into, David? From the few people I asked, they said you were the model Boy Scout or would be if you joined Scouting. They say you do stuff to help people all the time. One person said you saved a whole family by getting killed by throwing them into a bomb shelter in their basement right before a massive tornado destroyed their house. They said you went to the ER looking like a pincushion.”

“I can’t help it that I was still too wimpy to make it back to the relative safety of my friend’s house. Then again, it could have been me riding my bike over there because my parents grounded me from using the car. I only happened to notice that the family behind Trudy’s house always has their kids out playing in the back yard, sometimes in the middle of the night. I got my friend and her two girlfriends under a mattress in the bathroom, and then I went to check on that family. I saw their minivan in the driveway and kid’s bikes out on the grass. They didn’t have the money to leave them out like that if they went somewhere. Their mom somehow managed to get the little kids all down for a nap at the same time, so she was napping too. The older kids were downstairs with the TV on, and the sirens didn’t go off until it was almost too late. Usually, my friend would have been at my house since her mom was out of town. The tornado decided it didn’t like the taste of her home and went back up into the clouds. I was down in the gully in my friend’s back yard. It could have been so much worse. On the plus side, I met this girl that is so smart that she makes Einstein look too dumb to cook the fries at a fast-food joint. Her brain is like a super-computer on speed. Well, she was taking amphetamines, but that is because they were part of her meds. She is extremely Autistic.”

His dad walked over to asked, “Before the girls find some way to trick you into going into one of the trailers with them so they can check out your equipment to answer their burning question, do you know a guy named Darren?”

“You’re not going to drag me off somewhere and then make the girls do something that causes them to have blood come out of their eyes and ears? I won’t let that happen again,” I said.

“Wait? What?” Terrance’s dad asked me, as the two girls backed up behind Terrance.

I already knew they weren’t a lunatic like the fake fed, but I had to make sure. Terrance popping up out of the blue, managing to get my phone number, and then getting me down here is a bit off.

I shrugged and said, “I had a run-in with the school board because I was out of school for most of my sophomore year. It didn’t matter to them that I had passed multiple batteries of tests that were harder than any they have ever given anyone at the high school. Some of the AP-level exams were final exams from college freshman classes. It pissed me off, so I asked around to find some colleges that would let me see if I could test out of some college courses, maybe even a year or two worth, to thumb my nose at the school board. You know that whole never request something you don’t want. I found multiple schools that were very happy to put me up and feed me for a few weeks while I took the same final exams as students in various classes. Someone came up with the idea to do what I wanted before I thought of it. They already had a big group of kids with high IQs that were going to test there as well. I don’t know how that benefits the college. Maybe they got bragging rights for having a group of tweens and young teens earn a degree by showing they could pass the same tests as the students going there. I know that I got a bachelor’s from each school. At one, I earned a Ph.D. in language sciences or something like that.”

Someone interrupted to make sure they didn’t need to stick around to keep an eye on the builds.

“So, my parents and I go to the school board meeting about me having to start my sophomore year in the fall. I learned a lot about carrier bureaucrats that day. The head of the colleges that gave me the diplomas I earned were in the next room because someone told them to expect the crap the board was going to pull. Each gave me my Bachelor’s degree, and one gave me my Ph.D. All right there in front of the school board members,” I explained. “It didn’t matter to them one bit. I was still a minor, and children had to go to school. I hadn’t finished high school, and they were going to use the police and courts to ensure I went to school.”

“Morons,” one of the girls said, expressing pretty much the feelings of the others.

Terrance’s dad asked, “What does that have to do with blood coming from the eyes of some girls?”

“Ah. I thought the school board was the oddest thing to have happened to me that day. I was completely wrong. This guy was pretending to be a federal agent who needed to speak to me and my parents. Let me see if I can remember it all,” I said, pausing for effect. “If I remember it all, I was a superhero with incredible super-powers. The girls were there because they were supposed to be able to tell if I was what he said. Then we have him saying I was some guy named Smith that could get in anywhere, anytime, and no one could do anything about it. I think he mentioned some id card or badge that made the guy untouchable. I don’t know if all he said about some kid my age that was the head of some super-secret elite society that told the mob bosses, drug rings, crime families, governments, and who knows who else, what to do. Everyone does what he says without question.”

Wait for it. Wait for it.

Terrance’s dad took the bait and asked, “Do you, by chance, happen to have a cousin or a twin brother your parents put up for adoption, named Darren?”

“Darren? A guy who looks a lot like me?” I asked.

“Yes? Do you know him or where we can find him,” one of the girls asked excitedly.

I laughed before saying, “After having some girl named, of all things, Bambie run at me and jump up onto my arms and four of the hottest, and possibly the smartest, girls walk up to me because they thought I was him, I want to find him too. I would be more than willing to be his body double to help him with some of the women trying to get him into their pants.”

“How can you possibly know that, David,” Terrance askes suspiciously.

“Mind if we go somewhere away from these mosquitos?” I asked.

Terrance, his dad, and the two girls led me to a double-wide construction trailer someone converted into a quite lovely set of three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a large den. The girls excused themselves to go into one of the bedrooms to change, and take a quick, two-minute rinse-off shower. They asked me to wait for them to return before I answered Terrance’s question.

I had Terrance and his dad howling in laughter as I explained how I got into some problem with the thugs, didn’t call my parents, and then ended up selling bathing suits and underwear to hippos. The girls caught part of me talking about the underwear, so I couldn’t resist proving my point.

To the younger of the two, I said, You have thirty-three C’s, which will soon be D’s. She must quit trying to force them into a forty-B and didn’t have to make yourself suffer that for any reason. If no one tries to beat the shit out of me for helping you, I can take you to your bedroom and show you how to properly use that binding wrap you have put on completely wrong.

For the older one, I said, take her sister’s forty-Bs. If she used the third row of hooks, they would make her feel flat-chested again compared to the bra she wore earlier.

“When you can, try lycra-cotton blend stretch bra in a thirty-six B, with adjustable cups. You are fighting two problems your sister doesn’t have. First, your breasts grew in diameter instead of outward from your chest. Second, they are widely-spaced with three inches between them. Your sister only has a small gap between hers,” I told the older one.

“Dad, you are going to have to wait a bit longer. Why don’t you and Terrance grab our dinner before it gets any colder? There is a box for David, too, since Terrance didn’t let him eat,” the older girl said. “Either he is that damn good, or he is full of shit. I’m about to find out which.”

I know that tone.

The guys left, and the girls pulled me into the bedroom before stripping off their long t-shirts. I used the place in my head to find the younger girls bras, took one out, adjusted the straps, remove the older girl’s bra, and put on the forty-B. A quick jiggle to settle her in the cups, and I had it on the third row of hooks.

She could have done better with toilet paper.

It took me a few minutes to untangle the way the larger chested sister wove parts of the binding wrap under itself, which made a few tight knots. I knew she needed her sister to help her get it right, and also that she wasn’t about to ask for that help. Over with her tool belt, she had various sizes of metal spring clamps. I found some that were three-quarters of an inch.

“You need someone to help for a while, but we both know that isn’t happening, don’t we,” I told her as her older sister shook her head and said her sister was stubborn. “So we are going to improvise. You take the wrap, hold it under your left arm, and then pull it around under your right arm. It is supposed to be loose right now. Use your right arm to hold it there and your right hand to keep it against your chest. Using your left foot, stand on the part of the wrap where it touches the floor. Now turn your body, or just your hips if that is easier, to your left until you can grab the material behind your back with your left hand. Once you have a good hold on it, take your foot off it. Perfect. Now get a good grip on the edge under your right hand, turn our upper body around so that your boobs are over your right hip. Remember to keep a firm grip on it with your right hand. Once you are sure you have it, pull the part in your left hand tight and turn to have your breasts over your left hip while keeping it tight with your left.”

She let go with her right, and we had to start over.

“Not so tight that it doesn’t have any give,” I told her. “Let it slide through your fingers a bit as you pull over your right boob. Make sure it is snug, but not taut like before. Once you are sure it still has a bit of elasticity, hold it firmly in your left hand and let the edge in your right hand slid between your breasts as you loosen it that little bit so you can get your hand out. Soon you won’t need the trick I’m going to show you, but you do need it now.”

I had her take her free right hand to put the clips to hold the two layers together between her breasts. They had so much tension that she could let the wrap go with her left hand and not have it come loose.

“So now comes the essential part, and one of personal preference. You can leave the start of the wrap between your boobs or hold it tightly to tug it around to the left or right to have the edge where it is the most comfortable. With your boobs, it will bug you between then, while your sister won’t notice it. I suggest just past the edge of your left or right tit, but not far enough around to be under your arms to chafe you,” I said. “Now I suggest that until it becomes automatic, you use the clips on each pass to hold it in place until you have it wrapped around enough times. If it hurts or feels like you can’t breathe, then it too tight. When you have it right, it will feel like the twenty-eight-B sports-bra you thought you could still wear today. Before you ask, I’m not some peeping David, magical, or anything like that. I’m just observant. When I went to get one of your bras for your sister, I saw it in the drawer with the seams popped on one side.”