Chapter 544: Homesick College Kids

What? Who says a nineteen-year-old can’t have nineteen foster kids between eleven and seventeen going to college? Do I care if you don’t like me having access to all the kid floors regardless of gender?

I was talking to an RA on the girl’s floor when I heard a girl start screaming. What started intelligible soon regressed into loud feral yells and whimpering.

“That doesn’t sound like one of mine, but I recognize the pattern. Time to meet the kid you would’ve found out was Autistic, or something like it, at some point in the next few days,” I told the RA as we headed in that direction.

“Isn’t it three times more likely for boys to have Autism than girls?” the RA asked.

“I haven’t looked into it, but I know more girls with Autism than I do boys. I happen to have some vibe I send out that lets them know I’m someone safe. Some say that I don’t make their skin crawl when I touch them, skin on skin. I wanted to warn you should the girl not be dressed and ends up in my arms naked, or partially so,” I told the RA.

She had on socks and a sleep cap over her long hair.

The girl was backed into a corner with her knees pulled to her chest and her arms locked around them. From the angle, I saw enough hair to tell that she wasn’t a little girl.

“Keep back from her. She’s crazy,” the girl’s roommate warned. “I’ve tried to sit by her and hug her, but she almost gouged my eyes out.”

“She’s scared. I’m guessing she got overwhelmed and couldn’t focus properly to communicate what was going on,” I hugged the roommate and told her. “It is ok. I’ve got this. You’re someone new to her. I am too, but I’ve got a lot of experience in this area.”

“Uh, she’s naked,” her roommate said as I started to pry the girl’s arms from around her legs.

The Autistic girl screamed out that she wasn’t naked. She had on socks and a hat.

Almost like a posable mannequin, the girl stayed how I moved her body when I stood her up.

I looked her in the eyes and asked, “Hug and cuddle?”

I held my arms open, and she jumped up into them. I put my arm under her butt and moved over to sit on her bed. I had her sit back on my knees to pull off my shirt. She pulled her arms and legs around me to push as much of her skin against mine. I rocked us as I rubbed her back.

“If I didn’t know you were dressed and saw your penis along your leg inside your shorts, I would swear you two are having sex,” the RA said. “It is good that you made sure I came with you because I would have called the police if I saw you like that with her.”

The girl’s roommate said, “She got twisted up in her nightshirt, and I tried to help when she started screaming. I didn’t know what to do.”

“Once she settles down, we will talk to find out what de-escalation, calming, and coping methods she has learned work for her. The college wouldn’t have allowed her to live in the dorms if she wasn’t highly functional. Moving away from home is hard on a perfectly functioning adult. You are both minors, and it is your first time without a safety net. I’m guessing that you have younger siblings?” I asked.

The girl’s roommate nodded. She had six sisters and three brothers.

We had the RA stay in the room as I rocked the girl in my lap. It made me happy that they didn’t just walk away when a male of any age was in a student’s room. It was even more important since the girl here was naked with a male under eighteen.

When the girl I was rocking calmed down, she hugged me tightly, leaned back, kissed my cheek, and realized that she was nude in a man’s lap. Her blush went down between her tits.

She took her discarded nightshirt, handed it to her roommate, and asked, “Help, please?”

I saw the girl grit her teeth and tense up as her roommate helped her get the nightshirt down over her body.

“I’m so sorry I had a meltdown on you. I never wore anything to bed except socks and a hat to keep my hair out of my way when I sleep. I don’t have a choice about wearing panties during my week. Mom said I couldn’t sleep naked because there may be an emergency, and I couldn’t walk around the dorm without clothes as I’d done all my life. I didn’t want to wear that shirt, and I was fighting myself to put it on. When I got twisted up, I got overwhelmed. Your trying to help wasn’t something I expected. Your touching of me didn’t make my skin crawl. It made me cum, and I’ve never had that happen before. If not for having problems with the shirt, I might have pinned and kissed you all over. I might still do it,” she told her roommate.

The autistic girl turned to me and pulled me off her bed. My shorts and underwear were around my ankles. She was jacking my dick hard. The girl moved back to put her arm around her roommate and the other around her RA.

“Now that, girls, is an example of a perfect cock for a god. Have you ever heard about a guy with his body, with a big cock, and who knows how to hold a naked woman without popping wood? I wouldn’t mind letting him be my first time. Too bad I’m fourteen, and he’s not,” she told them.

The RA replied, “I’m not into guys, and none have ever been into me, but I think I need to discuss that with Mr. Jones. Are you two good now?”

“Only if my roommate will get a robe to put on the back of the door beside mine. I started sleeping naked when I started getting a chest. Mom got me a robe when my brother started getting interested in seeing me naked when he woke me up in the morning,” the roommate said. “I don’t wear much anyway.”

I stuck my head out of the room and yelled for two kids to bring their silk robes to this dorm room.

When they got here, both looked at the Autistic girl and grinned. They tag-teamed, getting the nightshirt off her, and then put the silk robe around her.

One told her, “You better stuff a rag in your mouth the next time you have a meltdown, or I’m going to put a ball gag in it. I couldn’t even block it out with my noise-canceling headphones, and I had my music as loud as they would let me turn it up.”

“God, I hope you aren’t that loud when you cum,” she told the RA.

“Why do you have ball gags in your room?” the RA asked.

“You mean everyone doesn’t have them? Whoops. Damn, I do have a weird family,” the girl said as she now blushed.

To take the focus off her, she told me, “Pull up your pants, dad. Everyone here got a good look at it. Do you know how cruel it is to have a long cock out and know the girls on the floor are too young to do more than Jane off or use a dildo to scratch the itch it causes?”

“You have Dildos?” the RA asked in shock.

“What? I’ve had one since it felt good to put things inside me when I was six. It is cleaner than pencils, pens, vegetables, and other things. You can’t be sure a guy has showered lately, much less washed his dick. My mom discovered why I kept having yeast infections and had one made for me that wouldn’t go too far. I haven’t had a yeast infection since. I haven’t had sex with a guy yet either, but if dad doesn’t put his away, he will be my first,” one of my girls said.

“Eww! Doing it with your dad?” someone asked from the hallway.

“Foster-dad. He’s only nineteen. Technically in Hawaii, I can have sex with him because I’m fifteen. Sixteen is legal to have sex with anyone sixteen or older. You’re only fourteen, so you can have sex with someone between eighteen and fourteen if you want,” she said. “Too bad he is my foster dad because it would feel like incest, even if it isn’t. He’s the best dad I’ve ever had, and I don’t want it to get weird. If someone pushed it, things could get nasty.”

The RA interjected, “He’s not my dad, and I’m two years older than him, so it looks like I’ve nothing to worry about legally. Now, if you will excuse us, I want to see if he knows how to please a woman or is a quick shot.”

I didn’t bother to pull up my shorts or underwear. I kicked them off and carried them with my shirt to the RA’s room at the end of the hall. She almost tore her clothes off as I locked the door behind us and turned on her iPooed to give us some background noise.

“No rubber. I’m not on any birth control, but that isn’t a problem these days, as it was when my mom was in college. I’m due to start in a few days anyway,” she told me as she pushed her nude body against mine.

We moved to the bed, and I rolled us over to have her on top. She didn’t want any foreplay, so I aimed my dick skyward and let her take it at her own pace. As horny as she was when we got in the room, she was now a bit unsure once she slotted my dick to push through her cherry. When I saw the look on her face change, I moved so that she landed beside me on the bed.

I dropped between her legs and showed her that I was an excellent honorary Lesbian.

Once she pushed me away, she asked, “Were you born a girl? I’ve never had anyone make me cum so many times and anything close to that hard. Will you hurry up to fuck me and leave before I fall in love with you?”

“Sorry, no dick for you,” I told her. “You aren’t ready to have sex with a man, and I don’t know if you will ever be ready. You may have to go the turkey-baster route when you decide to have children. I’m not about to have you feeling guilty about sex with me in the morning. It will screw up way too many things for you right now.”

“Asshole,” she joked as she started getting dressed. “I know you’re right, and damn it, that makes me want you more because of it. I doubt many guys here would refuse sex with a willing woman, especially a virgin. At least that explains why they said you are permitted to go on any floor in any dorm, regardless of gender on that floor or age. It is pretty late. Do you want to spend the night?”

“I do, but this is a small bed, and I get hard in my sleep. I would end up in your ass or pussy sometime in our sleep. I’ve gone to bed fully dressed with a fully dressed woman, and it still happens. We need to keep it at the friend’s level. Plus, I live on the mainland and travel a lot. It would be a one-time thing,” I explained.

I kissed her and headed back to the beach house.

I found Winter there looking frantic. Bambi’s parents had driven to Oahu’s North Shore and booked a room for the night since the jet lag caught up to them.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be flying right now?” I asked,

Winter explained that it got canceled due to the weather, so she came by to get Lindy. It was where she had dropped her off and now couldn’t find her.

I calmed Winter down and said, “I took her to visit her older sister at the foster care complex. Lindy’s dad burst Lindy’s sister’s eardrums and hit her hard enough to break the tiny bones in her ears. The doctors at the complex repaired the damage, and Lindy’s sister can hear again now. Last I heard, they were having a giggle fest and still hadn’t gone to sleep. We can get her if you want.”

“I didn’t know we had free overnight babysitting there if we needed it,” Winter said. “I will let my parents know. They’ve been worried about the sudden trips away from home with little notice.”

Winter got up to leave a few times but sat back down.

“I love Joel more than anyone else, other than you, David, but I think I might have broken him. I was at work for a briefing, and he was watching Lindy at my parent’s house. They watched some movies, and Lindy kept commenting that the blood doesn’t spray out as the movie showed. She did that for some other blood scenes. Joel finally got a bit annoyed and asked how Lindy knew, so Lindy told him. I think he thought she was making it up, but she had too many anatomical details that he couldn’t refute. Knowing my work is one thing, but learning that I have an eight-year-old master assassin adopted sister freaked him out. He can’t seem to wrap his head around it. I know she comes from a group of families that are the ones running the world that few outside their world know exists. It is the world that Darren lived in that world before he died and gave you his money. My bosses told me I don’t want to know more than that, so I’m not going to ask,” Winter told me.

It looks like I have to be a marital counselor of a form.

Joel was staring into a bottle with a drink in his hand when we got to their house.

“Let’s go for a walk, Joel,” I told him as I took the drink from his hand.

He was quiet for the first two miles of walking along the beach.

Joel finally stopped, looked out at the surf, and said, “What crazy fucked up shit did I get into with marrying Winter? She flies jets that can’t possibly exist with the level of technology available. Now she has a little sister that can walk down any street, kill a dozen people, not get a drop of blood on her, or feel an ounce of guilt. Lindy comes from a family that would never be allowed to have that much power. Governments don’t like people they can’t control to some degree. I know kids have an imagination. Even the smartest ones can’t have the level of detail Lindy gave without making up at least some part. Now I have to worry about people coming to kill Lindy, Winter’s parents, me, and any kids we might have. I love Winter, but I can’t spend the rest of my life in fear.”

“It isn’t quite as extreme as you believe, Joel,” I told him. “You have nothing to fear regarding Lindy and her family. Please don’t take this as me being a dick, but you don’t even rate them giving you a fraction of a second’s thought, and neither will your and Winter’s children. You are nobody to them because you won’t ever have the money or work for anyone who would ever do business with them or their customers. Lindy is female, thus, of little value to her family. When her father screwed up, the asshole planned to make a crater out of the town, where he barricaded himself from multiple governments. The jerk was taking his wife and kids out in the process. Sadly, he isn’t intelligent enough to be creative.”

“Lindy is a psychopathic killer,” he rebutted.

I sighed and told Joel, “No, she’s probably saner than you or me, Joel. Smarter too. You can’t judge her as if she got raised in your home by your parents or where you grew up. In every neighborhood, there is that family with kids whose family is ok with their children doing things that would have your ass beaten and grounded for even thinking about it. Maybe it is drugs or letting their daughter have sleepovers with boys. Possibly it is their kid stealing cars and stripping them down in the family garage, maybe with other family members helping out.”

He nodded and talked about multiple families like that where he grew up.

“Lindy’s father slapped his cupped hands over Lindy’s sister’s ears when she heard something she shouldn’t have. He wanted to ensure she wouldn’t ever hear again, so he hit her in the ears to ensure he broke the three tiny bones in each ear. Not a single person in her family had a problem with that being her punishment. When you grow up in a family where killing people outside the family isn’t against the rules, how can you judge their children by how you were raised? I’m not saying it is correct, only giving perspective,” I explained. “She and her siblings couldn’t leave their home, had no friends, and often had no access to the Internet. Even browsing the Internet could lead their family’s enemies to their doorstep, resulting in many women, children, and men dying. You said Lindy was a psychopath. If she were, she wouldn’t have to do what she did before Winter’s parents adopted her. Lindy wasn’t the only kid in her family that killed people.”

“She is still a cold-blooded murderer, David. How can I be part of a family that knows this and doesn’t have a problem with it?” he asked.

I let him collect his thoughts before saying, “Joel, Lindy did what she needed to survive. Her father would have done every possible nasty thing you hear about happening to little girls to Lindy otherwise. There are more things you need to consider before jumping ship. While it is still murder, the people who Lindy killed were nasty bastards on multiple governments’ hit lists. Think Hitler, Jeffery Daimer, Hanibal Lecter, but worse. Lindy figured out how to get out of the fortress her father had locked his family and himself inside. That alone would justify him killing her for putting his family at risk. It’s just that fucked up, Joel. Her father, collecting on bounties north of ten million dollars, got him to overlook her going into town to buy candy or birthday gifts for her siblings. In his eyes, she was an employee who had worth, not a little seven-year-old girl too intelligent for him ever to marry off. Lindy isn’t part of that family any longer. She’s part of Winter’s. Their rules don’t permit any of the behaviors her father permitted. Lindy doesn’t need to kill or harm anyone to keep herself from being killed, raped, maimed, or used as a practice dummy to judge how depraved a psychotic sibling or cousin might be. She now has a loving home with parents who spent their careers training killers or commanding them. However, that doesn’t have any bearing on why you aren’t in danger from those in her father’s family. Those families are scared of what I will do to them if they fuck with any of my friends or family.”

Joel was more confused about that than what I explained about Lindy. I sent out a message over my implant to have any mercenaries protecting my family and friends put their laser dots on Joel’s chest. I pointed to the red and green dots in a tight cluster over his heart.

“I don’t pay them, and I have no idea who does. What I do know is that these people are out there keeping watch over my friends and family. They used to protect me too, but I don’t need their protection anymore,” I told Joel. “Lindy’s father’s family, and those like them, love me for some reason. They also fear me.”

“How can that be? You may have billions in the bank, but from what you’ve said, that means nothing to these people,” Joel asked.

I explained about April’s kidnapping and then Ellen.

“You see, killing isn’t allowed in my family, just as it isn’t in yours. Anyone who messes with my family, friends, or me will wish I would show them mercy and end them. I’m the only reason Lindy’s father didn’t blow up the town. His staff welcomed me into his home as an honored guest and took me to the heart of the fortress, where her father had his finger on the button. We made a deal. The children from his and two other families came with me to my foster care complex. The various world governments let him slip out in return for my assistance. I’d already evacuated the others in his family and the staff when I got the kids out,” I told Joel.

He turned to me angrily, “You are as bad as them, David!”

“No. Being arrested would be the easy way out for them,” I said. “You see, they fucked up in a way that messed with the family business. To give you some idea of what fate awaits them, consider this. The pope is baptizing some prince or princess of a prominent country. Right before he can start, you take a piss in the baptismal font, leave a steaming pile of shit in the pope’s hat, and use his robes to wipe your ass, all of which is getting broadcast live around the world. That is only a starter. While they look on in horror, you bribe whoever you need to get the virgin princesses in attendance off somewhere to pop their cherries, leave a load in each to try to knock them up, bugger all the princes, and post it all on the Internet.”

“I’d be a dead man,” Joel said when he had a chance to think about it.

“To put things in perspective, to the head of these men’s families, doing that is equivalent to getting caught taking twenty dollars out of your mom’s purse. These guys fucked up way worse than that,” I said. “Wars have been started for less than someone screwing with the family business.”