Chapter 363: Grass Skirts and Lava

I can’t complain about that. I want to see the two enjoying being able to move again.

The retired Admiral, Frank, was waiting for us outside an armored limo. He didn’t even blink at the van that pulled up next to us, which took everything I brought off the carrier, including my bag of dirty clothes. After one woman slathered up April with sunscreen, put a lei around her, and then a bright floral bucket hat on her head, the van left.

After we got into the limo, Frank said, “I didn’t even know we were having guests until Candice noticed one of the rooms suddenly had a crib, a dresser full of clothes, and a closet with little dresses and extra-large men’s clothes. Someone named Molly texted me to say that you would stay put until time to go somewhere for Spring Break. I’m finding that nothing involving you is coincidental. My kids go to the only place in the world that can fix their spinal cords and broken backs. I then get the grand reveal with the one person on hand that can adjust their custom spinal braces.”

“I promise I had no clue about you or your children at all. I only realized what must have happened when I saw the spinal braces. Those aren’t the ones they will put on someone to help relieve pressure from their spine after an accident, which isn’t close to what your children have attached to them. I do know that them showing up then, and your sudden retirement was because I was on the carrier,” I told him. “They lost their early childhood because of the accident. Whoever got the ball rolling wanted to be sure that you could be there full-time with them instead of off on a boat for months at a time. At least that is my best guess.”

April was distracting Frank when I felt the tickle of my implant. It let me know that I would be helping the kids in the pool before dinner, helping them shower, and then putting them to bed. Early in the morning, a surgical crew was arriving to remove their braces. They hadn’t needed them for weeks but continued to wear them until after their father saw they had their spines fixed in a grand reveal. The carrier was re-deployed to ensure that the few that saw the children onboard won’t remember, compliments of the triplets.

I would ensure that the holes from the screws are pulled back together with only a small scab on the surface. In two weeks, they would have to look very hard to find the spots. There was also some work for me to do while they removed the braces. Both kids still had nerves that the nanobots couldn’t map, but I can. Most weren’t a big deal. Candice had some in her clit and pussy that weren’t connected. She could get off grinding down on something, but it was nothing like I did for them on the carrier. The man-in-the-machine suspected it had something to do with the links which naturally develop during puberty that let them cum. Without either child getting any sensation below the neck, they didn’t have those connections made.

I knew I made the connection to the triplets and their sister. I gave them all a big hug. I put a series of bubbles over their cum triggers to have a five-minute cum, rest for a minute, and then have another. When they didn’t have the energy to cum again, they would get a break until they did and then start to cum again. I kissed them all in their minds before breaking the link.

We arrived at the “mansion” as I finished with the triplets.

April used the bathroom, found a pull-up somewhere, climbed up on the couch, and took a nap. I didn’t even feel myself fall asleep in the recliner. Curt and Candice woke me for lunch. They tried waking April.

I didn’t laugh to see April come from the bathroom naked, go to the kitchen to tell them something, and then she found this floating foam table with a hole in the middle. As she pushed it in the water, I saw it had a bigger version of a baby swim seat at the edge of the pool. One of the staff came to pull safety straps over her shoulders and then put some grapes and apple slices on the area made for a plate. She had spill-proof kid cups with a built-in straw, full of milk. April floated around the pool as she snacked. Before she had eaten a quarter of an apple or a half-dozen grapes, she was reclined back against the seat, sound asleep.

“She has no modesty, sorry,” I apologized. “I can tell my friend Molly has been a bad influence on her. Other than thanking the staff for the food, she went off to do her own thing. I think that was her way to say she wasn’t ready to wake up or have lunch.”

Candice asked, “Aren’t you worried about her drowning?”

“Nope. She is more likely to get a sunburn than drown. We have a pool at home, and she swims every day until too tired to do it anymore. Someone taught her how to float on her back, somehow, until someone can get her out of the pool. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever seen. Mostly she will get on one of the swim vests that flip her on her back if she sneaks out to swim when someone isn’t watching. I don’t know who taught her that, but I’ve found her napping in the pool in a swim vest more than a few times. I will have to tell my parents about the pool toy she is in right now. My brother and sister would love them.”

We all sat there eating lunch and watching the pool jets pushing her float around in the pool.

About the time we were sitting back to let lunch settle, we heard splashing from the pool. I was about to run to April when one of the staff got her pulled over to the side. April freed herself from the float to run naked to the bathroom, dripping water all the way.

She came out, now dry, with a big grin on her face and announced, “April is a big girl. I use a big potty. Not poop in the pool.”

Like that, she was back out in her float and eating lunch. We heard her giggling and talking to herself as she floated around.

“You said she wasn’t even three yet?” Frank asked.

I explained how April started potty training herself as soon as she was walking well. She only had accidents when she couldn’t help it, which was when she had the shits. That didn’t happen all that often.

Every so often, April would awaken, grab a snack or drink of milk, and then go back to dozing as she floated around without a care in the world.

After Curt and Candice decided they let their lunch settle enough, they begged me to swim with them in the indoor pool. I had already seen them both naked, and they didn’t want to deal with suits while wearing the spinal brace. Frank said he didn’t mind, so the two kids and I stripped to go swim. April woke up, used her feet to get the float over near me, and wanted out. She went giggling through the air as I tossed her to the far end of the pool as I put the float on the pool deck. I saw the staff watching very closely.

Even if she wasn’t shielded, Molly turned her into part fish.

While I could throw both kids too, I didn’t need to push my luck.

April swam underwater until she needed to get a breath and then the rest of the way on top of the water. She didn’t have Molly’s grace, but that would come in time. Curt and Candice tired out before April did. We all headed into a large shower area beside the pool.

When April noticed Curt getting a boner from washing his dick or Candice’s nipples getting hard, when washing my dick, she went over to pinch their butts.

They liked it but couldn’t say anything without admitting they had gotten turned on in the shower with their sibling. It was cute when April went over to stand on her tiptoes to kiss where she pinched and said it was all better now.

I pulled on a t-shirt and shorts from the stash in the room April, and I was using. Curt and Candice wore oversized robes, but they didn’t want to put any clothes on. The staff didn’t seem to mind one bit, and Frank joked that they didn’t wear much before the surgeries to fix their spines. It did turn out good that they didn’t go around naked because we had some guests arrive.

The Welcome Wagon isn’t as dead as my parents said.

One after another, we had families from the neighborhood coming over to introduce themselves. All of them had kids around Curt and Candice’s ages, as well as little kids. Frank wasn’t letting the kids get away with hiding out, so when one of the girls flipped open Curt’s robe, on accident, she said, he decided to ask if I would help him get something on. Candice enjoyed giving peaks at what she had now until she saw it made a boy cum in his pants. He was so embarrassed that he tried to find somewhere to hide.

Candice took his hand and said, “Hey, you have to see upstairs. Curt and I have huge bedrooms. We don’t even have to share a bathroom.”

“Frank,” I said so the three groups of parents and tween kids could hear. “I’ll go up to help the kids dress and keep them out of trouble. I think Candice would do her best to have wardrobe malfunctions and blame it on something else.”

Two girls followed me to say they would help supervise. That got a big laugh from the adults.

“I’m able to get my fingers in there but can’t push it in far enough quite to get it there,” the boy said from Candice’s bedroom. “Could you maybe bend over a bit to see if I can get it in more that way?”

Both girls started to run past me, but I grabbed them both and said, “Why don’t you slow down a bit and come see what is going on before you let your minds go into the gutter. I know a lot more about what is going on in that room than you do.”

Candice didn’t bother to close the door, and we saw the boy behind her moving a bit like he was fucking her, but I knew he was trying to help her get her top on. She never knew that I tied the strings to the brace instead of trying to fish them through. The sets of screws are just too close together.

“Here,” I said, walking up the boy to see that he had made yet another mess in his pants. “There are these spots on each side of the brace where you thread them through and then tie them. Her shorts have a built-in pair of panties with two strips of fabric that snap on the sides. You two seem to have things under control. We’re going to check on Curt.”

Before we got to Curt’s room, I pushed the girls into the bedroom next to his. The girls barely noticed that I had them facing each other with one hand on a bare tit and the other on the wet pussy of the other girl. I knew they were ready to go fuck Curt after what they thought they would see from how things sounded in Candice’s room. Both quickly and expertly took care of each other, getting off almost at the same time.

“Oh crap,” one girl said when she realized I was right there and saw them both get off.

The other asked, “How did you know we were into each other this much?”

As we headed to Curt’s room, I said, “Three of my best friends are lesbians. I know the look. I also know that you are looking for some dick to slip into you to get your moms off your backs about being closer than friends. Now you won’t go to Curt’s room like two horny bimbos and hurt him.”

“Were the one with cherries,” the first girl said. “How is it that would be hurting him?”

“Come and see,” I told them as we made it to his room.

I teased him about closing his door lest he has someone walk on him at the wrong time.

He was standing there annoyed and turned to the girls to ask, “I know I’m a boy and should be able to get this to go away, but even the air from the ceiling fan keeps making me hard. I’m not doing something right.”

Says mister rapid repeater when on the carrier.

One girl sat there staring at his back brace while the other gave him a hand. It did the trick, but as soon as she tried to wipe him up, he was hard again. The other girl gave it a try. It took a bit longer, but he was hard as soon as he got over getting off. Both girls were hot again, too, so one started to pull down the front of her shorts and panties to make them both feel good.

We all turned to see why one girl said, “ouch,” out of the blue.

April made it over to Curt and the other girl to do the same before saying, “No bad stinky.” She headed from the room and then were heard Candice tell April to stop. It hurt.

“As I warned you earlier, if you tried to keep doing what you started to do, it is very likely you would have done something to make him fall or move in a way that the spinal brace won’t,” I explained.

We decided to hold the explanations for when we got downstairs, as we expected the others to ask.

No such luck, David. You are in for it now. Damn your electronic friend.

When we got downstairs, I found out that there was a reason some of the Welcome Wagon came over. One of the families had a daughter who broke her back sometime last year. There was only some inflammation of her spinal cord, but no damage that they could detect. She had grown two inches in that time. The doctors who screwed the brace to her spine said it had room for the girl to grow six inches before they would have to replace parts of it. Her orthopedist did know how to adjust it, but it took him hours, and she had one of the older models that didn’t lock as well as the ones Curt and Candice had now.

The family didn’t have an idea about Curt or Candice having spinal braces too. The girl went over to look at theirs and ask how they managed to get tops and shorts that didn’t look horrible. All three were talking over their stories as the other kids listened in. Each time the girl moved, I heard her wince a bit, and she had her shoulders at an odd angle.

I hung out with the adults to let the kids get to know each other better since I would be leaving soon. I got the standard interrogation about why I knew how to adjust the braces expertly. They got the short story, which seemed to be all they needed or wanted to hear about it.

“Hey, David,” the girl’s father said as he pulled me off to the side. “Shelly has gotten used to having to lay naked for hours at a time while the doctor makes a few adjustments, goes off to see a patient, checks her alignment, and makes more adjustments. She is only fifteen, but I won’t say anything about it if she wants to thank you in private for taking away her pain. I’m not one of those crazy parents that loses their minds if their daughter hooks up with someone in college. To tell you the truth, looking at your ripped body is making me a bit horny, and I’ve never been interested in guys.”

I made sure that we were close enough to the others for them to hear me say, “I finished college and graduate school already. You can’t believe how surprised I was when my parents said I could take my daughter traveling with me now that she is big enough. I’m only seventeen, so you can imagine the problems I have with the airlines. I’m her father, so there is no problem accompanying her, but being under eighteen, makes me an unaccompanied minor when traveling. It seems crazy to me. At least I didn’t have any of that hassle this time. I got my private pilot’s license right before we left. I won’t be flying any jumbo jets, but at least they let me fly without having a babysitter.”