Chapter 330: Giving Thanks

Who might this be?

A naked waif of a girl, even too skinny to be a pixie, slipped into the shower with me. The only fat she had in her body was in her small breasts, and she only had a minimal amount of muscle to participate in gym class. She was only an inch shorter than me.

“It took them long enough to get to sleep, finally,” the girl said to me. “I’ve sat outside your bedroom door since my sister brought my cousin and me over to join the orgy they planned. My niece was wrong about Ethen and me. We aren’t into each other, even though we tried everything a boy and girl can do together sexually. We haven’t found that many people that get us both horny that we want to get them into our beds, or them into ours. Unfortunately, the only ones we have ever been around are creeps, even girls and women. I love my niece dearly, but she isn’t the best with dates or ages. I’m only twenty-five months younger than her, and she turned eighteen last month.”

As we showered, I found her name was Tilly. She told me how Ethen and her were both “different” from most other people. They aren’t Autistic, and they crave others holding them, but it doesn’t turn them on.

Tilly blushed when she said, “Sister called your mom to see if we could come over here tonight and then help do whatever stuff your mom has planned tomorrow. Our schools give us the whole Thanksgiving week off. I’m glad we got to come over too. Being this close to you has let us enjoy doing what never worked for us in the past. It was terrific, even if we didn’t last very long once we got started. Now Ethen can go cuddle up with my niece’s friend Trudy. They do it like rabbits whenever she sleeps over while we are visiting. My niece has no idea whatsoever about the two of them. My sister is weird. She won’t let my niece share a bed with Trudy, but my sister has no problem with my male cousin sleeping in bed with Trudy. They don’t turn each other on, but she told me that she loves how nice it feels when he holds her. He likes it too. You won’t be my first besides Ethen. I tried a few of the creepy boys that got me horny, but they knew they had something about them that got them all the pussy they can screw, so it was all about their getting off. As many times you go got off with my niece and her friends, I think you can last until I’m sated, which can take me most of a day sometimes. I know I’m barely here, but I promise I get all of you inside me, and then some. You don’t know how much I need this, David. You give off the most potent vibes of anyone I’ve been around. I’m willing to bet that if we get to sneak a peek, Ethen will be hard but up inside Trudy all the way. I hope so. They both need each other, and I’m sure that it will help him have someone he always can enjoy sex with when he visits. He doesn’t have it as bad as I do.”

How can it take you all day to get sated? I only stroked in and out three times before you came so hard that you went limp. If I hadn’t given you an energy boost, you wouldn’t be able to get off my dick.

Tilly found a long t-shirt to put on, and I slipped on some running shorts before we went over to check on Trudy and Ethen. Trudy was blowing him as he licked his cum from her pussy. A look at their energy showed me that Tilly had been wrong about Trudy and him all along. They had a link between them that went back to way before she moved here. Each knew the other’s body very well.

She seems to know Tilly just as well if the cum sharing kiss is any indication.

I watched Tilly’s body suck out the energy from the food she was still digesting. When she reached down to touch Ethen’s dick, he got rock hard instantly, but once she started to play with it, he went limp. Trudy didn’t have any problems getting him to rise from the dead. Her hand slipping between Tilly’s legs had Tilly going off quickly like a string of firecrackers. Trudy was only cupping Tilly’s mound. Their link intensified each time she came until I had to catch her when she went limp after burning off what energy she had left. I looked down when I felt a pair of lips close around my dick. Ethen appeared so peaceful, as he worked to suck me off that I let him start doing it again after I put Tilly in one of the room chairs.

“I’ve known them since we were in preschool,” Trudy told me as she moved down behind Ethen to stroke his decently sized dick. “He was my first guy, and she was my first girl. They’ve never been able to get going with each other, and we tried a lot of times. Ethen never slipped into bed with me, woke me up, and do his best to get me in the mood to fuck. He said Tilly and him were able to fuck in out in the hallway. Being near you made them so horny that they took each other around the world, twice. I don’t doubt that after seeing how the three biggest dick haters that I know let you pop their cherries tonight and then begged you to do them until they couldn’t stay awake, after begging to be allowed to sleepover on a school night.”

“Uh. Ethen is right there,” I said as he happily continued to suck my dick.

Trudy called his name, pulled him off my dick to get him to respond, and then let him get back to blowing me.

She told me, “Earlier is the first time we had sex, instead of just fucking. Once his nuts were empty, Ethen went back to being like he is right now. Tilly doesn’t go off into space, but other than that, they are the same. Neither will remember much of this tomorrow. I hope that hooking up with each other will let them at least have some private time where they both don’t forget it. If not, they can still sleep naked in bed as they do every night where I used to live. Their parents learned long ago that if they slept apart, they tossed and turned all night long, getting no rest at all. Oddly if one of them is sleeping with me, the other will sleep like a baby. They are the only remnants from my old home that I do miss.”

While Ethen energetically sucked my dick, Trudy dressed Tilly in panties and sweat pants before putting her in bed. Ethen didn’t fight Trudy pulling him off my dick once I pushed it in her. He walked like a zombie over to pull back on some underwear before getting into bed. Trudy put on a thin t-shirt and panties before snuggling in between them.

I can’t bear to tell them that being around me was all in their minds. The place in my head shows them being here with each other in my house, away from prying eyes, enabled them to get it on, not any vibes I send out that get women and girls horny.

As I finished off the leftovers, which were on the edge of getting unfit to eat, I thought it over. They did have a bond with Trudy. Their minds had this way of letting them forget specific things, like having sex with each other or Trudy, when their brains decided it was best not to remember. Being with each other outside my room, for hours, it seems, was already in their long-term memory. Ethen would remember the first few times he fucked Trudy but forget the others like him licking his cum from her pussy and sucking my dick. Tilly was different. She had a full recollection from her coming into my bathroom all until she passed out as I fucked her again in the guestroom. Instead of going into her long-term memory as a memory, it became another sexual fantasy Tilly had about me. Trudy was fucking Ethan as Tilly slipped my tiny dick into her pussy during a break from her school back home shortly after I started high school.

At five A.M., mom came around, waking everyone up. Trudy and her friends she sent home. After Tilly, Ethen, and I showered, though not together, we dressed to be ready to go by seven.

I know where Tilly and Ethen are going after things are set up here, and it isn’t one of those doctors that give out lollipops. Trudy’s and her mom’s cars are both out front. Is Trudy going to work through their shared issues finally?

When we arrived, mom looked around the place to get a feel for where everything was situated. The commercial kitchen had an excellent setup for whatever mom had planned. In one area, they had conveyors that went from the walk-in coolers to preparation stations close to the ovens. Another had what looked to be some form of automatic can openers and a system that could be programmed to dump the opened cans into a giant vat as they moved down the line. At the end of that line, it would wash the emptied cans out, remove as much of the label as possible, and then crush them. They arranged everything in stations to do specific cooking tasks.

After mom did a quick check to be sure she had enough supplies to get things started, she took us to where a large group was sitting at packing stations.

“Good morning, everyone,” Mom said, in her don’t even think about talking when I am talking voice. “Adults, I can see that you already have your color-coordinated work clothes. If you will, please, follow Tilly or Ethen, they will take you to where you will be working today. My son David is coordinating the teens and tweens. Teens, some of you will be working with kids seven and over. The rest of the younger kids are going to do their best to wear themselves out in the bouncy-prison play area. I have adult caregivers to deal with diapers, poopy pants, and those issues, so you don’t need to freak out if you are assigned to help the little kids. Your job is to do your best to keep up with them and ensure everyone has a great time. Those who remain will be spread out doing prep work, schlepping stuff around, taking out the trash, and washing up the dishes.”

Groan.

Mom snapped her fingers and cleared her throat.

Everyone quieted down when she said, “Anyone who thinks they are too good to help those less fortunate than yourselves, please make sure to scratch your name off the list. You have five minutes to make up your mind.”

Damn. These kitchen uniforms and new safety shoes are the best things the ones that walked out have to wear. What ungrateful shits!

“Their loss,” mom continued. “While I can pay everyone fifteen or older cash, everyone younger than fifteen, I can’t due to the various child labor laws. That doesn’t mean you aren’t getting paid. The last three rows of stations are designated break areas. You will find a large selection of soft drinks, energy drinks, and snacks. Breakfast is going to be a bit later than I wanted, but it will be here soon. I’ve seen David eat, so I ordered enough for everyone to have half the amount that David eats for each meal. Please, eat as much as you want, but not so much that you get sick or make your stomach hurt.

“By lunchtime, we should have the first rounds of sides, turkeys, and hams ready. According to the company that owns this kitchen, they have machines that will slice the meat into equal-sized portions. Each slicing machine design creates trimmings that fall into metal pans. Sadly for the drumstick lovers, the company providing our turkeys base their business on selling the drumsticks to food trucks and renaissance fairs. The adults will remove the breasts and wings. What remains on the turkey carcass will be stripped off to go into pans like those from the slicers. We are going to start cooking one-hundred turkeys and two-hundred hams, plus all the sides. Everyone under sixteen will be working on teams to fill various serving trays matching the color-coded charts on your workstation. The system this commercial kitchen uses stages the deliveries of items needed to go into the partitioned containers so that when your group runs out of everything, you will have just enough left to make two trays for each of you to take on break. By the time your break is over, you will find your workstations replenished. For those packing the meals, David is going to come around to give you wrist bands that have the item you will be putting into the trays. Once everyone has the hang of things, I have more surprises to show you how much we appreciate you coming to help today.”

Mom got a surprise when this meek-looking woman came over to say, “Jean, you are an amazing woman. We heard about what you were doing here today and shutdown our production lines from today through the holiday. All our workers are getting time-and-a-half vacation pay for the rest of the week. We explained that we had to shut down this week because everyone from the CEO, me, down to the shift managers, volunteered to come here to help you out wherever you needed us. Any of our children who are still living at home and our grandchildren are here as well. I remember doing shift work when my children were small. As soon as I took the reins, I adjusted our shift schedules to ensure the night-shift ended in time for them to go home to see their children off to school. We have a staggered day shift that starts at eight in the morning for those without children. Those with children being work at nine. I also ensured that we have people to cover for when someone must take a child to the doctor or go to a school conference. Most of the schools are doing a half-day today, so I expect an influx of help around the time the first batch of turkey and ham are ready for processing.”

She wasn’t kidding about her staff being here to do what was needed. I didn’t even need to do anything with the kids sixteen and under because some older kids began organizing it themselves.

Seeing that everyone went to get started, the same woman pulled mom and me over to say, “David, I hope you don’t mind that I shut down the production and gave the staff a paid vacation for the holiday week. I’ve worked at your company for thirty years and never once met anyone from the corporation who owned us previously. We sent them daily reports, and they told us what they wanted done to increase their profits. Shortly after the news had stories about some obscenely wealthy people dying in a lair that filled with lava unexpectedly, I found a young girl waiting for me in my office. My assistant informed me that the girl represented the corporation that owned us. She didn’t expand on the reasons why they sold us, only that you were the sole owner of the new corporation who now owns the business. Their lawyers did confirm it was the same David Jones that my granddaughters say is the most amazing person they’ve ever met. Now I have to say that finding out a seventeen-year-old boy now owns the plant was a shock, but nothing like the bombshell they dropped next. Our previous owners took fifty-nine percent of our net profits. We could use ten percent for bonuses and raises, but the remaining thirty-one percent went to escrow for expansions, retrofitting equipment, and similar future costs. The girl I found in my office told me that she wasn’t doing things the old way and I shouldn’t either. What the lawyers penned up gives you five percent of net profits for the first fifty-million. After that, you take ten percent of everything over fifty-million. Forty-percent now goes into the capital improvement escrow account. The rest is for me to reinvest into the business and my staff.”

What do I say to that?

“Wow! That girl knows a lot more about your businesses than I do,” I explained. “You must be perfect at what you do for her to have the confidence to allow you to run the company the way you want, not how the previous owners dictated. I hope you keep doing a great job because I don’t have any clue how to run any businesses. Each time I find out that I now own some company, I find myself trying that much harder to figure out why a guy, who I only met a few times, made me the sole beneficiary for his estate. Hopefully, my five percent covers the company’s tax bill. Do you happen to have any suggestions for a good accountant?”

She turned to mom and said, “My visitor said I would find myself amazed by David if I ever met him. Jean, you have raised an amazing young man. In my life, I’ve never met anyone who owns a multi-million dollar company that is as genuine as him.”

“David,” she said softly. “Since you are very new at this, I want you to know that your five percent is after the company pays all debts, including tax debt. Every year after I became CEO, we have never done less than fifty million a year. We will transfer no less than two and one-half million dollars into your account each year. The only taxes due are your income taxes on those funds.”

I thought it over and asked, “That is still a lot of money to me for not doing anything but owning that plant. How about if we lower that to one percent and let you find something you can do for the staff to make them enjoy working there? Isn’t that around two-million dollars?”

Why are you hugging me? For that matter, why are you horny?

“Now I know you are the real deal, David. I didn’t believe the stories that my granddaughters me about you. I clearly remember my years in school and those of my daughters. There weren’t boys like you around. Instead of telling me you wanted more of the profits, you ask if you can give four-percent back to do things to help the staff,” she told me. “Now the strange phone call makes sense. A woman called me who told me to expect that you would likely ask to decrease your percent, have me not pay you anything, or even try to give me the company for free. I’m sorry, but the contracts transferring ownership to you specify you will get no less than five percent. Seeing how you genuinely want to give it to the people working for you at the company I run for you is impressive.”