Chapter 499: Back To My Life

As it goes, be careful what you wish for.

Pat tried to see if I would let her fuck me to thank me for making her mom walk side to side, even if there was no way we could make those mechanics work.

With Pat’s family settled for the night, I checked on Marlene. She wasn’t here. I tried to use my implant to find her, and she wasn’t anywhere within five hundred miles.

“Where’s Marlene,” I demanded when I rushed into the mental health department.

The doctor I spoke with before said, “Woah there, David. First off, you don’t come storming in here or yelling. I don’t care who you are. Secondly, we transferred her to another complex. She needs friends that can be there for her, and you can’t do that. We ran the names of military brats and various kids that kept her safe in some shelters on her trek to find you. The FBI really wanted to get their hands on Marlene. We had a recent influx of orphan and abused children as a result. All the kids she remembered from some of the shelters ended up at the same complex. I looked at their mental health records. Marlene’s time on the run changed her into a much better person. All the children remembered her and hoped she got away from the FBI people after her, with some willing to get in a lot of trouble to help her escape from them if they could. The children thought of her as a sister in the short time she spent with them. She is the only person they could say felt like family to any of them. They didn’t even feel that way about the kids in the groups they had formed to watch out for each other. Marlene needs a family, not someone she felt if she fucked he would keep her safe, as he had many times before. You had other matters to address, so we didn’t bother you. Marlene hadn’t even been at that complex for two hours before she showed up in the office to demand all her friends move to the same floor as her. She told us to tear down walls so that all the bedrooms and private dens are connected.”

“Are you sure she changed from the spoiled brat I met years ago?” I asked.

The doctor laughed and said, “I’m positive. She wasn’t doing any of it for herself. Marlene saw that the kids had issues trying to do more than hide in their suites, where we placed them when they arrived. We moved the kids to a large family floor with a big common area with two chaperones. The bedrooms are set up more like a hallway in an apartment building. She got all the kids out of their rooms and into the large common area. Marlene made each kid go to a psychologist in one of the fishbowl-style study rooms connected to the big room. Here, read the report for yourself.”

I looked over the notes she had gotten from where they transferred Marlene. Marlene had those kids opening up to the psychologists in a few days. Many of them had refused to talk to the doctors. They fought tooth and nail with the medical staff to give them the standard exam. By this evening, all the children had happily allowed the doctors to examine them and treat what needed urgent attention. The only requirement was the staff had to come to their floor. Any that needed to go to the hospital went over as a group, provided Marlene was there with them.

I called her when I got back to my suite.

“David! You’re great in bed and a friend I can always depend on, but bad for me to be around right now,” Marlene said. “I have much more growing up before I can be around you like I thought I needed. That may be a while. I have a family here already. Kids that helped me when I was trying to get to you are here. Can you believe that they won’t trust each other, but all of them trust me completely, of all the people in the world? They kept telling me I was like the big sister they always needed to care for them, but didn’t have. It seems impossible when I think about the spoiled snotty brat you saved from being killed that day. If you come to this complex, give me a call. You are the only guy I want to fuck right now. If not for these kids needing me, I would be horny all the time. I finally get what Camden explained to Faith about why Faith moved into Camden’s house instead of with you. I need to run. One of the kids just is whimpering over in the corner. They look naked.”

Good for her. I hope that this works for her. Would she have been that spoiled little shit if she had a younger sibling?

I went over a quick checklist. Whatever got into Ellen at the fast food place is out of her system, and she is back to what is normal for her. Faith appears to be living well at the complex and helping Becky with the kids when needed. Marlene’s maternal instincts kicked in, which seems to be what she needs right now. Pat and her family will head out in the morning.

I don’t remember dozing off, but I woke up when someone got into bed and did their best to cuddle up to me. I turned to look to find a naked Pat fighting her casts to get over to put her head on my chest.

“This is all I want to do, David. I want to have sex with you so badly, but I’m thirteen and still mostly a little girl. If you tried to spoon up behind me, I wouldn’t even try to resist what would happen. Can you hold me tonight? I promise I won’t pee in the bed,” Pat asked.

We worked out the logistics where we got pillows under her so that Pat’s casts were only barely touching the bed with her laying on her stomach. I had my arm under her neck to help her get where she could lay her head on my chest. I idly rubbed her bare back as she squirmed to get comfortable before finally falling asleep.

“Ouch!” Pat exclaimed.

“You were whimpering out in pain in your sleep, Pat. We gave you some pain medicine and something to help you rest. Some kids are giving you a going to your forever home party in the morning. It will be an emotional rollercoaster,” someone whispered to Pat as they covered her back up. “David has the waterproof boots for your casts, so he can help you shower in the morning. You are getting a bit ripe.”

Pat was back to sleep in a few minutes. Her adopted mom came in to wake us up. Pat didn’t say anything when her adopted mom stripped and joined us in the shower. We got Pat washed, dried, and liberally coated her crotch with the liquid powder. Pat worked over to where she had removed her Exosuit on the floor last night. She got it back on by herself.

Once she excused herself to use the bathroom, she returned holding one of the super-soft washcloths from my bathroom.

“Can I steal this, David?” Pat asked. “I don’t want to wear panties yet, but I want something soft between my legs and the Exosuit. The padding in it does a good job. I just want something a bit different.”

Her adopted mom went into my bathroom and returned with an ultra-maxi pad. She undid the Velcro of the suit’s crotch, stuck it to the back half of the suit’s crotch, pulled the front up against Pat’s mound, and then got everything closed up.

Her mom told her, “You can hump the soft fuzzy washcloth on the ride home. The powder can only absorb so much of the pussy juices you’ve had running out of you since I told you why I was walking funny. We talked on the phone a lot, remember? I know some boys will say goodbye to you and have you in the mood to have a private one-to-one sendoff. Trust me on this, Pat. You aren’t thinking clearly enough to fight off your surging hormones. We will have to review the sleeping arrangements when we get home. Sister or not, Pat, your brothers are still boys, and you’ve developed a lot since you came here.”

“I will call my friend that works at a sex toy manufacturer. I’m sure she has something with a remote that Pat can use to help run her motor out of gas and then wash up. I’ll have the hospital get you the magic cream to give your boys. It will heal them up when they rub themselves raw and make it damn near impossible to get hard for at least twelve hours, including piss boners,” I told them. “I saw how close she is with Jase. I don’t think you will be able to keep him out of her room while she recovers, much less her bed. It will keep them from crossing that brother and sister line.”

Her mom said, “I will take you up on the cream, but Pat can use her fingers like every other girl. I don’t care if she has one hand in the cast or not. One still works as well as it did when she lived with us. My boys aren’t hung like you, David, but they have big enough dicks that they won’t be getting inside their sister no matter how much Pat and them might try. Based on their database, your doctors said that nothing with a diameter greater than a cotton swab would go inside her until she is in her late teens or early twenties. I don’t want to know how they had that level of detail on the girls and women on her biological mother’s side of the family.”

You can keep thinking that, and Pat seems to accept it as fact.

I got breakfast and then went to medical to do one of their head-to-toe measurement data collections on me.

“You will be happy to know that all that we find has changed since your last set of measurements in that you have added a half-inch girth to your dick. I wouldn’t have said anything, but one of the doctors said to let you know. They were concerned that it might cause minimal discomfort to a small group of your many women,” the doctor told me. “She and I are having a more in-depth discussion regarding what difference a half-inch of additional girth makes with a girl or woman who is already sexually active. If they can handle your full length, the additional girth shouldn’t be noticeable to them.”

I thanked her, dressed, and double-checked that I had nothing else I needed to do before leaving. I wanted to be out of the complex before the going away party for Pat ended. That was something special for her.

I decided to swing by the messenger service to see how Annie and Crystal were doing on the way home. They got an apartment in town, so they didn’t come out to the house much anymore. I hadn’t been around a lot to see them, even if they did come to visit. When I got to the building, I found that the messenger company wasn’t there anymore. The people in that space now had been in there since the start of the year. They had no idea what happened to the messenger service, only that the business had closed.

Odd. Annie said they were working their asses off.

I drove around town to see if they had moved but couldn’t find anything. The phone number was disconnected, and the website shut down in mid-December.

I was about to call Crystal to see what was up when a bike messenger rode past me where I had parked. The uniforms were different, but they used the same bike I had bought for the old company. I followed them for eight blocks before they turned down an alley toward a three-story commercial building. I headed that way and parked.

As soon as I walked in, I recognized many of the faces.

“What happened to the old company?” I asked one of the women that trained me when I worked as a bike messenger for a bit.

She hugged me before saying, “Someone found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and gave it to our new boss. The boss paid us through the end of the year and gave us applications to try to get on here before Christmas. I still ride a bike, but we began getting too many deliveries to and from the courthouse that we had to send a truck over at least twice daily for the bulk of it. We are doing city-to-city courier services now too. The new boss can fill you in on it. They can use as many people as we can get onboard these days that want to work for their paychecks and bonuses.”

Sounds interesting.

I headed into the main office to find men and women sorting the incoming packages into bins for a courier to pick up for delivery. From there, someone checked the list to see if the recipient specified a gender they wanted to deliver to them. They had the system down where deliveries got sorted by the part of town.

I got a hug from behind and turned around to find Crystal grinning at me.

“You have to meet the boss,” Crystal said, dragging me toward a closed office door.

She burst in and announced, “Look who I found wandering around, looking lost?”

The chair at the desk turned around, and I saw Annie with a phone to her ear. She held up a finger for us to hold on.

“We accommodated your specific gender and sexual preference of the couriers sent to your location. I even tolerated your body type and size request,” Annie told the person on the phone. “I refuse to do business with racists. We will no longer provide courier services for your offices or locations. My couriers will refuse to pick up anything for delivery to the same, noting exactly why we refuse to service your business. If something comes into the office to courier to you and someone accepts it in error, we will return it to the sender or pass it off to the postal service.”

She hung up before the person could respond.

Moving quickly, Annie locked the door, stripped, got my dick out, and told me to fuck the hell out of her until I couldn’t get hard again.

Yeah, you don’t want to fuck all day long, Annie. It doesn’t matter how much you think you need that.

I went to the couch and laid back so she could be on top. Annie fucked hard for over half an hour before finally stopping. She let out a long, contented sigh before leaning forward to lay her head on my shoulder.

“Thanks, David,” Annie told me. “You always know when I need to burn off steam.”

Once we cleaned up, Annie said, “My grandmother decided she liked who I’ve become. She told me that it wouldn’t let me out of my family responsibilities, as I didn’t marry into some other family. I will never take over the family businesses, but I must work out of respect for her and my father. I told her how you got me set up as a bike messenger. One of my uncles came to see if it was something profitable. They got everything set up here and then bought out the old boss, much like you with his competitor. The bike messengers run enough parcels throughout the town to cover their pay and benefits. Where we are making a killing is with the trucks and vans. Paula’s dad uses us exclusively to transport documents, records, and optical equipment. We frequently run between the airport and Paula’s Dad’s various buildings throughout the day. There are also premium services where we provide secure, armored transport, for patients, to and from the clinics. All the drivers have completed the basic and advanced courses at the driving school. Each is a blackbelt in a minimum of two martial arts and licensed to carry a concealed weapon, and you wouldn’t know it by looking at them. Ok, you would, but most people wouldn’t.”

“I can imagine that premium service comes with a hefty price tag,” I joked.

“Paula’s dad asked me what I would charge him per trip, and I jokingly said a million dollars one-way, per passenger,” Annie told me. “Paula’s dad said that was a bit cheap, but if that is what we wanted to charge, he wouldn’t complain. We did get an odd request for next week. He needs us to transport many patients to various locations in the cities around the clinic. We drop them off at one place and pick them up at another. Crystal is the one that we should have our drivers be part of rideshare services. My grandmother never even thought about that, but it has worked unbelievably well to see them driving people to and from the airport or around town. We let them keep whatever they make doing the rideshare using our vehicles.”

Crystal stripped to get some dick too. As she slowly rode me, she said, “Hiding in plain sight made a lot of sense to me. People would pick out men and women in suits carrying guns and driving armored cars. No one notices a four-year-old minivan or SUV that looks like hundreds of others on the road. Paula’s dad sent us to the people that did the work on Paula’s and your cars. Our drivers look like soccer moms and dads doing rideshare to make extra money while the kids are in school. Most of the passengers we get are kids that don’t speak English, but whoever is traveling with them does.”

They will figure it out, or Paula’s dad will tell them, anyway.

“Next week is when the kids visit their family and get an update on what the clinic has found or done so far,” I said. “The clinic costs millions of dollars a week, or possibly more. Only elite families, billionaires, dictators, and those similarly wealthy can afford it. If Steve had let them come to the clinic, these people would try to kill each other. The families want to visit with their children and get an update on their treatment. I suspect it is when they pay in advance for the next weeks or months.”

“That clears a lot of things up, David, thanks. It explains why we get paid by a third party at black-car rates for the trip. The million a trip gets deposited into a bank on some island somewhere,” Annie told me.

I rolled Crystal and me over to be on top, told Annie, “I own that island and bank,” and then gave Crystal the fucking she needed.

Annie got fucked again with her laying on top of her desk.

“We are still profitable enough with what comes through on our books. Crystal and I moved too. There is an executive condo on the top two floors of the building. We have a private entrance and elevator. The other floors we rent out as office space,” Annie told me as the three of us cuddled on the couch. “The leases are handled by one of my cousins through the company that owns the property. All this came about at the right time. I started having some pain at the end of the day.”

“Some pain my ass, Annie,” Crystal scolded. “You were wincing, groaning, and moving like a ninety-year-old woman with terrible arthritis and worn-out joints.”

Crystal said to me, “Something they fixed after the accident didn’t stay fixed, and Annie won’t go take care of it.”

I connected the place in my head to the implant to scan her. The man in the machine quickly located all the problems which caused Annie pain. A tiny piece of the fake bone got pushed up when the bone regrew on the side and underneath. It was pushing up against the muscle and causing it to get irritated. Two other places were not due to the accident at all. Those were because her tits grew another cup size, and her bras were too small. The style she wore when riding sat in the right place to pinch nerves. Those other aches and pains are because we aren’t kids anymore. I saw how to work on her leg to move that fake bone chip to where it would get absorbed quickly.

I dressed and went to the locker room. All the tops the women wore had an integrated sports bra. I got one six inches larger in the chest to give Annie some breathing room. I slipped back into the office and took off Annie’s shirt and bra. I had her go through three katas I knew she avoided because of her old bra pinching the nerves. I then had her sit down and rubbed around on her leg as I used the place in my head to nudge that fake bone chip to where it needed to go to be absorbed by her body. For good measure, I broke it up into tiny pieces.

“Welcome to being an adult, Annie,” I teased. “You aren’t as limber as when we were kids, so you have to stretch before getting back on the bike. You must go up a cup size and six inches on the band or return to binding them. Get a different brand too. The one you had on was pushing on nerves. You shouldn’t have felt any pain when doing those katas.”