Chapter 337: Memories

“David,” Steve said, sounding pensive. “Lenny said to stop by his house before going home. Paula is already waiting for you in your room.”

That is odd. Why is Paula in my room waiting, but he wants me to come to his house?

I headed on over to Lenny’s house to see what was up. When I arrived, Trina was only wearing an annoyed look on her face. That changed into a big smile once she saw it was me. Of the multitude of boys, girls, men, and women, the only ones partially dressed were girls on the rag and babies.

“It looks as if I’m overdressed,” I told Trina after kissing her on the lips. “Not sure how long I will be staying but might as well meet the dress code.”

Her mom came by as I folded my boxer-briefs before putting them with the rest of my clothes, and she said, “David, you may want to put your clothes back on, dear. You’ve grown a lot since you last visited. We don’t want to start an orgy. Trina already has a river running, and I got instantly in the mood the second I saw you.”

“Oh, dear, quit teasing David,” Lenny’s dad said as he came from the den, not yet seeing me. “Sorry, my love. I didn’t know that David now looks like a god! Man, what the heck happened to you.”

I smiled as I shook his hand. I told him about puberty hitting me with a vengeance while I was at the private hospital with the girls. He heard about the accident and my being there with them, but not how buff I became during that time. Lenny came down to rescue me from his family and their friends.

Up in his room, he pointed me to a chair and said, “You so took great care of Paula after the accident. Man, she has been insatiable, but I’m not complaining since she still tires out quickly. You can’t even, like, understand how much she remembers when everyone thought she was a vegetable, you know? Everything was groovy until something clicked that made her all super-lawyer some of the time. The rest of the time, she is on par with my sister’s smarts. That is, so, like the problem where I need your help. Someone delivered her a DVD with a lot of things on it that caused her to start freaking out. Her dad had me take her to your house and said he would get you to come here first. He said that if anyone knew what was going in on Paula’s head now, it was, so, like, you, man. I wanted to warn you before you got there. Oh, before you go, will you fuck Trina so hard she is raw, bow-legged, and walking side-to-side, David? She has gone through all the guys here for Christmas, and I think some of our uncles, but she isn’t, like, getting her bells rung, so she is doing all she can to get me to bang her.”

“Hey, I don’t need to get laid, you know? Still, after all that you’ve down for Paula over the last months, I do owe you a favor or twenty,” I replied. “Any cousins or friends that need the same?”

He laughed before telling me, “Probably all the girls here big enough to take your dick or mine, but my cousins are on their own. Our friends have gotten my parents to put me on house arrest until after Christmas.”

After a bro-hug, I went off to find Trina. She was sitting down the hall in the rec room with some cousins. Her heels against her butt, knees spread apart, and wet pussy opened wide for all to see. I hooked my arm under her knees, pulled her back to my chest, and carried her to her bedroom. Once I locked the door behind us, I dropped her on the bed, put my face between her legs, and went to town doing my best to use my tongue to lick her pussy dry. That became a losing battle, especially after she came. I flipped her over, got my dick hard, and drove it home. I didn’t stop pounding her loose pussy until she started wincing each time I pushed in or pulled out.

I took her to the bathroom to shower. She got hot and bothered again, so I fucked her in the shower until I knew she was sore and raw now. Once I had us both washed clean, I dried her and carried her to her bed. I rubbed lotion on every inch of her body from her shoulders down, which got her horny again. I went back to pounding her pussy until she told me to hurry up and cum because she wasn’t sure she could take me fucking her much longer.

Instead of continuing to fuck her until I got mine, I rewashed her pussy and tucked her into bed. She was sound asleep before I reached her bedroom door.

“Thanks for scratching her itch, David. She has been an insatiable bitch in heat for days,” her dad told me.

I smiled as I told him, with girls, women, boys, and men close enough to hear, “I can’t be the only person who will massage in lotion after she takes a shower. Trina didn’t complain to me about having an itch anywhere. She is dead to the world right now. Maybe she just needed a good massage to get some sleep. If she has ‘that itch,’ then she has plenty of guys here that can help her scratch it.”

After I dressed, he walked me out, wearing a robe, and said, “I’m sure she will tell everyone about whatever you two did up in her room. She doesn’t have your discretion or knows how to keep her mouth shut. You know that you are welcome anytime, David, but for the sake of us guys here, it is probably best you don’t come over when we have our nudist friends visiting.”

I still don’t have any clue what is up with Paula.

At home, I picked April up to give her a big hug and kiss. When I set her down on the floor, she was off running to do something with my brother and sister. Mom told me Paula needed me in my room, and to get my ass up there. I found Paula slowly buzzing herself with one of the toys from the sex toy drawer.

“Hey, Paula. No one will tell me what is going on, and if it is you needed to get off, you would be at Lenny’s house,” I told her as I took her vibrator from her.

Paula had me strip before jumping into my arms. She told me to sit on the couch with her in my lap. After getting me hard, Paula wiggled around some to have her pink purse kissing my pubes. She came as soon as she settled against my chest and hugged me. After enjoying the after cum high, Paula leaned back to look into my eyes.

“My brain is a jumbled mess of memory fragments,” Paula said softly. “I don’t know what remains locked away, but I do know that I shouldn’t remember the wreck, but I do. That is to say that I remember apologizing to Annie, Crystal, and Trudy as I realized I couldn’t get us clear from the oncoming truck. I watched in slow motion its bumper began pushing into the car, my body moving with the car, my head hit the window, and then it was whipping to the right. I felt my neck snap right before hearing my skull hitting against something. There was no bright light, no one that came to take me to another plane of existence, nothing but emptiness in those few fractions of a second before my brain splattered against the inside of my skull, and I died. I know for sure that the next thing I remembered was you holding my hand. Always you were there holding my hand. Then I woke up and you were there.”

She molded as much of her body to mine as she could, and then started crying.

You’re benefitting many girls crying in my arms and me not having a clue what to do. Prepare to be lightly rocked and have your back rubbed.

Back rubbing? Check. Gentle rocking? Not so much.

I started to rock, so did Paula. She soon shifted to get her knees by my butt so that she could have my dick sliding in and out of her as we rocked. Maybe it was subconscious, and she needed to fuck me slowly as she worked through her tears. Paula stayed wet but didn’t cum or even get the fires started down below. Whatever the reason why, it helped comfort Paula, and that is what she needs right now.

When she finally stopped crying, she sat back and said, “I know your man-in-the-machine friend helped keep my body alive, for he is the only one on this earth who has the technology to pull that off without a viable brain. No amount of technology can rebuild a human cell by cell, but I know you couldn’t either, but you did. I saw the videos and pictures of my skinsuit of bones as they poured me onto a stretcher. Our digital associate provided videos of his robots removing my clothes and then hair from my body. Only the wires pushed directly into my heart, and a ventilator kept my body from deteriorating. Twice now, you have saved my life. By extending you an invitation to my birthday party so long ago, I caused you years of mental anguish. You would never take a karma hit for not saving me.”

Ok. Pity-party isn’t happening!

“Yes, that party was the start of my pulling away from people. I won’t deny you that, even though it was your mother’s doing and not yours. If not for that twist of fate, I wouldn’t be the person I am today, and I like who I have become,” I interrupted her to say. “I may never confirm my guesses, but I relatively positive that I was born being able to create a shield around myself. I suspect that as I grew older, the time I was unconscious is proportional to my body size at the time. One theory is that the time I’m unconscious allows the energy stores used for the shield to recharge. I can’t do that when I’m conscious for whatever reason. The lightning strike overcharged me, and it took a long time for my body to use up that energy to keep me from harming myself or others. If I hadn’t come to your birthday party with that special outfit, you and all the others would have died that spring day.”

She was very quiet as she thought about what I said. The place in my brain showed me the memories being unlocked by what I told her. Her mind finally slowed down after fifteen minutes, and no more memories were getting unlocked.

“I always wanted to marry you and have children together. We both know that marriage isn’t exactly in the cards for you anytime soon, and if you did marry someone, it would be Crystal,” Paula said sadly.

After moving us to the bed, linking our bodies together, and fucking her through dozens of orgasms, I told her, “You are only partially right, Paula. We aren’t likely to get married to each other, but you’ve already had my children, though technically, only one of the nonuplets shares DNA from us both now. She is the one controlling what you remember and how fast without even knowing it. All nine were identical clones of you. Eight only differ from your DNA by the genes for hair and eye color, which was my choice. The first reverted to her DNA from conception. You met them all on my last birthday, the two sets of triplets and one set of twins. I pulled their embryonic stem cells into your body continuously until the only part of your body I didn’t heal with them were your bones themselves.”

She thought a minute, with no memories unlocking this time, and then asked, “My math may still need a lot of work, but nontuplets are nine babies, but that is only eight. When did I meet our daughter?”

April chose then to walk into my room, close the door, and pull herself up onto my bed. She had some contraption that let her pull down the door handle to open my door. Paula looked a bit embarrassed that my dick still had our shared juices on it. The same juices were running down the crack of her ass.

“S-tink-e Dav-id. S-tink-e Pa-La,” April said, shocking the hell out of Paula.

“Up Pa-la. Big girl potty,” April said, trying to pull Paula off the bed.

I followed them in. April was holding Paula’s hand as she pulled her toward one of the toilet stalls. April pointed to the toilet as she told Paula “potty” and stood there while Paula peed. Once Paula stopped, April grabbed a wad of toilet paper and said, “Pee-pee all gone. No poo-pie. Wee-wee paper,” as she handed it to Paula. After Paula wiped and flushed, April pointed to the toilet again and said, “April go pee-pee. I’m a big girl.”

“April isn’t trying to tell you she needs to pee. I bet you didn’t notice she is wearing training pants and panties instead of a diaper like my brother and sister still do. She is getting better at holding it, but if one of us doesn’t get her over the potty, she will go pee in the shower,” I explained as I started to go help April get on the toilet.

Paula picked up the now naked little girl, put her on the toilet seat, and held her there while April peed and peed. April said “Tank-you” when Paula gave her a few squares of toilet paper to pat dry. I have to give it to the little girl, for not yet being two-years-old, she was pretty independent and saying words way before expected. My toilets, being larger, had the flush handle just out of April’s reach.