Chapter 406: Tit or Tat?

Time to compare Amelia’s fitness and stamina to Analise’s.

In the bathroom, I started the shower.

“Deidre knows that anywhere she is close to me is a safe place for her to let down all her defenses. It is where she doesn’t have to worry about what will happen to anyone around her when she drops them,” I told her as I reached for the hem of her shirt. “My nose is much more sensitive than I expect most men are. You weren’t there wiggling like a worm because you have much better control of your muscles because of your training. I saw the small twitches. Well, you’ve also had all nineteen of your years to learn to control that place in your head. Chrissy’s mom has no idea that you didn’t lose what makes you different. I saw those energy rifle holes in your uniform when I got over to you that day.”

Analise pulled me into the shower, and we fucked for a while before I came inside her. I saw her suck the energy out of the walls around the egg she made herself ovulate. She turned to give me a confused stare when she found no sperm inside her, only the big mess.

She finally asked, “How? You were fourteen and still just a little kid. You can’t be like Deidre and me.”

“Analise, David isn’t like either of us or any like us,” Deidre said, sliding into the shower and getting my re-hardened cock inside her. “He is the closest thing to a god here on earth. April is something different altogether. While I fuck David, try to find Anna. She is next door.”

Deidre did get a load of swimmers, and I told her that was her problem. Or at least it was until it wasn’t. I pulled Analise into my arms to hold her to me as she began shaking in fear.

“How? I have always been able to find her anywhere in the world. My bosses think I am psychic because I’m never wrong with her exact location,” Analise wanted to know.

I waited until she calmed down before I said, “April put her in a timeout for tricking one of my friends into calling lightning down on one of the scientists that know about people like me. It made that person like us briefly, but it stopped doing anything to her anymore after a while. For all practical purposes, Anna is no different than my neighbors Becky, Chrissy, and Bambi. I saw how April reacted, and let me tell you, a three-year-old girl acting like a mama bear is something I don’t think you will ever want to see. April doesn’t yet have the mental development to know right from wrong. I can explain what April did to strip Anna from using the place in her head, but it wouldn’t make any sense to you or Deidre.”

Both girls decided that it was best not to ask questions. Since neither had to worry about getting raw, I enjoyed moving between their pussies until it got boring for us. Well, we got tired of the shower too. The girls went to raid the clothes closet while I went to scavenge some food.

“My breasts are hurting. Can someone find me a baby, any baby, that breastfeeds?” Elise asked, and Camden delivered.

“Pick one. I have three,” Camden joked. “You won’t want to complain about breast milk production anywhere that Molly can hear you. The kitchen workers are magicians when it comes to increasing our production. I can feed all three and still have milk leftover. If Molly sticks her nose into it, you will have to pump just to get some relief. I don’t want to know how her mind works it all out, but she will give you some sort of crazy cocktail that will have your body working in ultimate mommy mode. I know that Molly means well. Her mind just isn’t wired like ours, so she doesn’t understand that having our bodies work optimally might not be what we want.”

Deidre came in, drying her hair, and said, “I don’t want to hear it, whoever you are. Molly found out I had some issues with my body and puberty. She pumped me full of god knows what. All I know is that my body caught up as quickly as it could use the stuff in what Molly had me drink.”

“Bullshit,” Camden said as she burped one of the triplets. “Your body can only grow and develop so quickly. There is research going back to before WWII by the German scientist trying to make super soldiers.”

Riley came in to listen to the debate as she sat in my lap until she felt the time was right to put in her ten cents.

“I’m a scientist and a very young one at that. All I knew was that I wasn’t respected, and my research was disregarded due to my appearing to be a pre-teen. I have learned firsthand how the proper nutrients in massive quantities combined with whatever else Molly put in what David gave me had me grow more quickly than expected. Here are pictures of me documenting my rapid change over that short period,” Riley told her.

I don’t remember anyone taking those, but Camden can’t refute the evidence.

The images are time-stamped with both newspapers from around the world. Sure, they could have been photo-shopped, but why bother? Riley was only providing proof that she, too, had been the target of Molly’s secret sauce after I kick-started her body.

“Oh, did little Riley show you that you aren’t quite as smart as you think?” Bart teased as he came into the kitchen.

Camden hasn’t spent all her life hiding inside and reading books.

Bart got hit in the chest with the apple Camden threw at him. Riley slipped from my lap and had him on his back on the floor. She put a lip-lock on him like none he had ever had before, or probably ever will.

When Riley broke the kiss and stood up, she said, “Not the lady’s boy I’ve heard. I will stick with David. He doesn’t cum in his pants from getting a kiss.”

Bart had gotten off, and the wet spot was impossible to hide. He had on shorts that clearly outlined his dick.

All the girls and women at the table laughed at him.

He did counter with, “Rumors, nasty rumors. Ask any of the girls at school. I won’t slip them any, no matter how hard they try to get me in their panties. Now, since many of David’s guests don’t live around here, if he is unavailable to scratch your itch, I can see if I am up to the job, even if I’m sure I will come up a bit short.”

Anna came in and looked to see if April was around. Chrissy’s mom had sent her over to get Bart because he left his room a disaster, and that didn’t fly in her book. Bart didn’t want his parents to get involved. They would be if he didn’t get his shit cleaned up. They were guests, after all.

Camden looked surprised but didn’t say anything.

“Now about that offer you just made,” Anna said. “Are you serious or full of shit?”

That made everyone at the table laugh, but he put out his arm, and Anna hooked hers through Bart’s before they headed back to Chrissy’s house.

“Camden?” I heard someone call out from the front of the house with a heavy accent.

“Back here, Tunisia,” Camden replied in her best attempt at Corwin’s family’s language.

One of Corwin’s little sisters came rushing back into the kitchen and started speaking rapidly in her family’s language, as that is the only one she knows. With the smile on Tunisia’s face, Camden’s worried look went away.

I’m the only one here that understood what she said because she spoke so fast. Being around Molly is coming in handy.

I slid Riley off my lap and went to hug the girl. She had her legs around my waist, well, stomach, automatically. I got a big kiss on the cheek as she hugged me.

“Tunisia, sweetheart, you are going to have to slow down if you want to talk to Camden. She barely understands your family’s language, and Corwin cheated by using Giggle Translate. I’d offer you a soda, but you are already too hyper. How about some milk and a nap?” I asked.

She kissed me again and said the milk sounded great.

“What Tunisia said so excitedly is that Corwin wanted to come, but Corwin was too exhausted with work and the new baby. Tunisia has been telling everyone that she can do things herself now because she wears a bra now and has some hairs that started to grow down there. With the recent changes in travel restrictions, they gave her a round-trip ticket, had her pack a backpack, took her to the airport, and put her on a plane to the states. She got on an airplane two days ago. Tunisia wanted you to know that she did it all by herself,” I explained.

Camden joked, “That is if you consider being an unaccompanied minor flying in first-class with her half of the cabin to herself doing it all by herself.”

“I’m going to get her some milk, bathed, and in bed for a few hours. Since I have no idea what is planned, I will check my email and play some video games to be nearby if she wakes up and gets scared. I think she got a hold of a few energy drinks at some point and is due to crash at any time now,” I told them.

They all agreed.

I got Tunisia to have a seat at the table as I went to beg the kitchen staff for some milk and snack for Tunisia. She got a salad to go with her milk. Much to everyone’s surprise, Tunisia tore into it happily. We found out after she finished it that what they served her at home looked like a bowl of weeds with something on it that smelled like pee. Here it looked like what she expected, and the dressing was fantastic.

I took her up to my suite and got a bath going. She wanted a shower, but I told her I wasn’t going to take another right now. She got a bit modest when I started to help her undress.

Under her breath, she said, “I have boobs and hair now. I’m not a little girl anymore.”

I pretended now to hear it as I got her clothes off and helped her into the tub. Almost as soon as she got her pussy under the water, she stood up, put her foot on the side, cocked her hips slightly, and made a production of showing me the ten thin, straight hairs that only showed up because they were darkened by being wet. Her breasts weren’t more than large half-cherry buds on top of her still flat chest. Tee’s chest had more pushing off his chest than Tunisia did.

“You saw it, David. I have hair now and bumps on my chest. I’m not a little kid anymore,” Tunisia said adamantly.

After washing her hair and rinsing it, I said, “Tunisia, in my country, you are still a little kid. Dee is your age and about as developed as you are. If the doctors are right, you have about two years before you will become a woman. I don’t know about your family, but most in your world have their daughters married off after they become a woman, if not before. There is nothing wrong with being a kid. Enjoy it before your childhood is over forever. It goes by so fast.”

“Ok,” she said happily. “Kids still get to pinch their nipples and rub the bump that makes me start getting slimy down there before it feels terrific?”

“There isn’t an age limit on that Tunisia. Babies touch themselves because it feels good. Your body changing will make it start to feel better than maybe it did in the past,” I explained.

She agreed and let me finish helping her wash up before wrapping a big fluffy towel around her to dry her off. In the clothing closet, we found her a pair of panties and a sleep shirt. She took the panties with her but only pulled on the sleep shirt. That lasted about five minutes before it, too, came off. I tucked her into bed and told her I would be right across the hall if she needed me. Ten minutes later, I had a naked girl in my lap facing me and sound asleep. Each time I took her back to be, she zombie-walked back over to get in my lap to go back to sleep. Trying to put the nightshirt back on her didn’t work either. She got comfortable, so I adjusted my gaming chair to lean back as I played whatever FPS I had picked randomly.

A little frag fest seems like a great way to pass the time. I won’t even connect the new interface to the console.

Maybe three hours later, someone came to tell me to wrap things up and get Tunisia dressed for dinner. I found her a darling little dress. I didn’t dress up much but had on a button-down shirt and casual slacks.

We have a formal dining room?

The room was packed. I had cousins in there I hadn’t seen in a while, friends, neighbors, and kids from high school. I caught a glimpse of Joel and Martin in the background. They didn’t come to dinner. A cake came out and had eighteen candles to blow out after everybody sang happy birthday. Trudy, Molly, Chrissy, Bambi, Bart, Crystal, and Annie showed up. Some of the guys I used to hang around with somewhat had come too.

We were out by the pool when Martin came over with Joel a few steps behind him.

My implant made my eyes go to an enhanced x-ray vision to see the details of Martin’s hand. It had healed as expected. Joel was trying to keep Martin calmed down. I stood up, reached for the hand he hadn’t broken to shake it.

“I’m not sure why you came to my birthday party, but no one asked about the guest list. So, what can I do for you two? It doesn’t seem like you came here to enjoy the festivities. You can join in the fun if you want. There is plenty to do and eat. Just watch out for which girls you hit on. Some may hit back,” I sort of joked.

Martin turned red and said, “You’re eighteen. Now I can sue your ass into the ground for everything you did to my family and me. You will lose this big house, your fancy car, and everything.”

“Paula, can you come to join this discussion? I need some legal advice,” I asked.

I explained what Martin threatened, even if he was a blowhard and poor definition for athletic talent.

“So, what do you think you will sue me for exactly? My not letting you do major internal injuries as you tried to punch through me to hit the locker. The problems for your family’s company’s financial woes? Any of the dumb shit you did with the cameras in the school and then told everyone about it? Maybe you ate at one of my restaurants, and they made your food exactly as ordered? What?” I asked

He had to hold back his anger and then said, “You ruined my professional football career! My parents had the college bought to get me in and on the field in a starting position as a redshirt freshman. Then you have my parents get in deep shit with the government. They have nothing, and now I must get a regular job doing real work. It is all your fault, and you will pay me what you took from me.”