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Second Time Through - Book IIChapter 1: The Family free porn video
Sunday, May 30, 1971
Grace stretched her nude body languorously beside me, reaching above her head to touch the rustic headboard as she pointed her toes.
"Ooo! I can't believe I fell asleep," she said lazily.
"You expended a lot of energy," I replied.
"I think WE expended a lot of energy. You fell asleep too," she giggled.
I just smiled. My name used to be Phil Brown. And up until two weeks ago, I was a fifty-six year old loser, stuck in a dead end job, a dead end marriage, and a dead end life that I hated.
Finally, I thought "Fuck this!" and put a gun to my head. That was on Monday night, May 16th, 2011. How I woke up in the body of a sixteen year old accident victim, is a another story.
So, here I am now, having found myself back in time to the year 1971, with the opportunity to live my life again, for the second time. However, this time, I have the advantage of my previous life's experiences to draw on, not to mention a healthier body and the advantages that wealth can provide.
I discovered that I now possess empathic abilities. The ability to sense what others are feeling. And since most emotions are tied to thoughts, I can usually sense them as well. It's not like mind reading. I can't detect any thoughts that don't have some emotions with them. But here's the kicker: in addition to sensing emotions, I find that I can also share my emotions with others!
And in just a few weeks, after jumping through some legal hoops, I'll be emancipated. Then, if everything goes okay, I should become the head of the ninth largest privately held company in America. Added to all that, is the fact that the healthy young body, which I inherited, also came with an extended family.
And what a family!
The matriarch of the family, my grandmother Catherine, helped my grandfather build the Wagner Empire. I've already become dependent on her wise council, and her uncanny ability to keep me grounded.
My new body also came with a twin sister. Her name is Nicole, but she goes by Nicky. Next to Grace, I love her the most. Our parents (maybe I should say 'her' parents, as I never knew them) were killed in the same accident that caused my new body to be in a coma.
My new grandmother, Catherine, has a twin sister, named Liz. And Liz has twin daughters, Sarah and Debbie. Sarah and Debbie each have a set of twin daughters, plus Sarah has another daughter named Randi, the only non-twin in the bunch. Talk about twins running in the family!
Then there's Anna. Anna is ... well ... she's very special to me. She is my doctor, and also one of only four people who are aware of my past life and my time traveling. The other three who know are Catherine, Nicky, and now, Grace.
In the last two weeks, there have been several other special people entering my life: Sydney, Sandy, Rose and Eve, and tomorrow, Mikeya and Ileana.
Then there's Vickie, another young empath, who happens to have a submissive personality, in search of someone to take care of her and meet her special needs.
But, out of everyone I've met so far; Grace, alone, has captured my heart.
"Michael?" The melody of Grace's voice broke my reverie.
"Yes, love?"
"Tell me again about the visions, or whatever you call them. What do they mean?"
"I wish I knew. You heard what Catherine (I can't really think of her as grandmother, especially since I'm older than she is) told us about them this morning. And what she said makes sense, about how that someone or something has gone to a lot of time, and effort, and energy to set all this in motion, but we don't know who or what. So, for now, all we can do is follow where they are leading us," I told her.
"Do you think we'll ever know?" Grace asked me.
"I hope so," I replied deep in thought. "All I know is, it feels right. My life feels right. Not like before."
"Was it really that bad? I mean ... before?" she asked as she stroked her fingers softly across my forehead.
"I think it was Thoreau that said 'The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.' Well that was me. I was desperate for love," I told her sincerely.
"But, I mean, killing yourself? Was that really the answer?" Grace asked, trying to understand.
"I won't try to defend what I did, or the choices I made. I'll admit it was the coward's way out," I said with true ignominy. "But, for some incredible reason beyond any plausible explanation; I seem to have hit the universal jackpot! I still find it hard to believe I received the opportunity to live my life over again."
I sighed as I looked at Grace. It really is overwhelming when I think about. I doubt I'll ever be able to understand how I could possibly be this lucky.
"I guess that's why all of the other things that are happening to me seem almost tame, compared to what has already happened to me," I said.
"Do you think you'll ever find what you couldn't find the last time?" Grace asked.
I thought for a moment, gazing into her eyes. Finally, I answered.
"I already have."
Grace and I walked slowly, hand in hand, down the winding path back to the resort's Dining Hall. It was almost time to meet the Ratu. That's the title that Kalani's mother, the former queen of Tapato, is called.
Twin Springs Ranch is a clothing optional resort, which is also an actual working ranch of over 55,000 acres, nestled in a long, narrow valley between the Sangre de Cristo Mountains and the Black Mountains in Southern Colorado. It is also home to the Wolf Creek Institute, a premier school for budding artists.
The ranch has been in Anna's family for four generations, dating back to the late 1800's and my new extended family and I have been hiding here for the last nine days.
However, the need for hiding seems to have passed, and now we are just enjoying ourselves, before we leave to go back home to Tennessee on Thursday. With a side trip to New York first.
"Grace?"
"Yes, Michael?"
"Will you go with me to meet the Ratu?" I asked.
"Of course. I told you, my place is by your side. I know it will take a while for me to learn how to do for you what Catherine does. I just need some time, and experience. And the only way to get it is to stay by your side."
"I think I like that idea!" I grinned.
"Don't get any ideas, buster! I'm too sore. And besides, you have two young mothers-to-be depending on you to be ready for them tomorrow," she laughed.
As we approached the Dining Hall, I scanned ahead. My new family was already there, but the Kapaemala's hadn't made it yet, so I turned my scan towards their cabin about a hundred yards away. It wasn't hard to locate the four women frantically trying to get ready to meet the father of their future queen.
Grace led me straight to Catherine who rose as she saw us approach.
No words were exchanged as Grace wrapped Catherine in her arms. I stood back as they hugged. One of them, having recently lost her son, and the other, having lost her mother. For the bond Catherine and Grace were forging went beyond mere words. Finally, still without speaking, they turned to me and I stepped forward, wrapping them both in my arms. I sensed that I was their adhesive, the commonality of their equation.
"Are you okay?" Catherine asked Grace softly.
"Oh yes! It was wonderful! Michael was wonderful! And you are wonderful! Not just for getting us the cabin to use for the afternoon, but for understanding what I needed, even when I didn't. Thank you Cath ... uh ... Mom!" Grace exclaimed.
Catherine beamed as they hugged again. Nicky joined them then and the hug became a group hug. I stepped to the side as one by one, the other family members joined in. Well, the females anyway. I stepped over to where John was sitting.
"What's that all about?" he asked me.
John was one of the good guys. Married to Sarah, and father to Randi, Julie, and Jennifer, I had seen him undergo major changes in the last ten days trying to be a better husband and father. Moreover, I respected that. However, he was still a guy, and therefore clueless when it came to female flock mentalities.
"Would you like me to tie you in?" I asked grinning.
Part of my gift, the ability to share emotions, allows me to sense a person, and then connect to another and allow either or both to feel each other.
John, having experienced my ability before laughed as he said, "I'll pass. I was really just wondering why they were doing that. But I realized I don't want to know bad enough to wade through that much estrogen to find out."
I laughed at his quip.
"Well, it seems Catherine has a new daughter, and Nicky has a new sister, and the others a new cousin or niece," I explained. "But even with my ability I'm not sure I could tell you why they're doing that!"
This time, we both laughed.
Vickie and her mom came in and joined John and me. Vickie is the only other empath that I've ever met so far. But that doesn't mean much as my exposure to the rest of the world since I woke up, consists of a few days in a hospital and a few more at a nude ranch. Not exactly a representative sampling.
Vickie just looked at me and smiled. I could tell she was trying to scan the group. Finally, I saw her leave her mother's side and join Nicky. Vickie's mom, Helen, raised her eye to me in question as she asked, "What's going on?"
"Family moment," John replied.
"Well, this family sure has its moments! This has got to be the hugging-est family I've ever seen," Helen replied.
"In that case," I said as I reached out to hug her, "I guess I should start coaching you. Because you're rapidly becoming a part of it."
Helen was staggered for a moment. She hadn't expected to be included as family when she accepted Catherine's offer to become the family nurse and move to Tennessee with us. She understood that the position was created primarily because we wanted Vickie and her empathic abilities near us for right now.
"I ... ah ... I mean I'm just the hired help," she replied.
I scanned her quickly. It had been a long time since she had felt any family ties at all. It had been just her and Vickie for the longest time. I watched as she decided it might not be a bad thing. For both Vickie and for her.
"Helen, you're going to find out we're a real nepotic bunch. We tend to only hire folks we'd want as family," I told her.
"You all are definitely going to take some getting used to!" she said.
I just smiled at her.
"Would you excuse me?" I asked. I had seen Anna and her family enter the Dining Hall. They had Agent Lane with them.
Her dad, General Norman M. Carter, U.S. Army Retired, was a Deputy Director at the CIA. He was widowed, and in love with his younger sister, Jaye. Together, the siblings owned Twin Springs Ranch. They had been meeting clandestinely here at the ranch where Jaye lived full time, infrequently now for twenty-five years.
They had successfully hidden their relationship from everyone, even though their relationship had produced two children. And they kept their incestuous relationship so hidden, that even Sandy didn't know who her real father was. Until yesterday, when Sandy had met the man she had always called Uncle Norm as her daddy for the first time. At the same time, she explained to her mom and newly revealed dad that, while she isn't pregnant yet, she is going to be very soon.
This morning, I had confirmed to an anxious mom and dad, that what Sandy claimed was true. I had tried to explain that it was preordained as part of some great plan that I seemed to have inherited with my waking up from the coma. That sure didn't make me any more popular with the General. So I was still waiting to see how it would play out.
The General's other daughter, as I mentioned before, is Dr. Anna Carter. She is a prominent head trauma specialist, who was employed by the CIA for special cases involving persons-of-interest to the CIA that had suffered head injuries. That's how we met. She was hired by Wagner Industries for her reputation as a head trauma specialist to check out the founder's grandson.
At the time, neither she, nor the CIA, was aware of my special gifts. And for the moment, only she and her father knew.
Again, I was waiting to see how this would play out with the General as well.
When we first met, I discovered Anna's personal problem accidently, while demonstrating my empathic ability to her. Later, I was able to help her (I can't seem to resist the urge to help people I like) using my gift.
In the process, Anna seems to have fallen in love with me. But as I had previously explained to Catherine, Anna was reacting to the healing and would grow out of it. However, I would always have a special place in my heart for her.
Agent Lane was new, arriving yesterday. I had met her briefly while I was in the hospital last week, and was delighted to find that she had been assigned as my 'security blanket' as Grace called it. She was my FBI bodyguard until this mess with the Russians was cleared up. I was looking forward to getting to know her better.
I went straight to Sandy, and taking her in my arms, kissed her. Maybe it was a little over the top, as kisses go, especially in front of her folks. Nevertheless, I wanted no doubts in their minds that I cared deeply for Sandy.
"Good evening, Sweetheart," I said with a grin.
"Michael! Quit teasing me! You know how much I want you, but you won't let me have you," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Yet!"
"I do?"
"If you don't, then I'll take back everything nice I've ever said about you. Besides, you promised me you'll make me feel the earth shake and the stars in the sky collide like a display of fireworks!" her voice had a melodic tinkle as she repeated my promise back to me. I loved listening to the sound of her voice.
She wrapped both hands around my upper arm as we walked towards the family gathering. Dinner tonight was Family Style. The guests were all seated at the tables that had been pushed together in long runs. The food, served in large bowls and platters, was passed around. As usual, our family took up most of one long table. We were animated to the point of being rowdy, as everyone shared the events of their day.
Natalie, Grace's twin sister and the genius of the bunch, had spent most of her day with the new colt, born late last night. She wants to become a doctor, and I have no doubt she'll make it. She's spent a significant amount of her time here with the vet, or just hanging out at the stables. So far, she has helped deliver a litter of puppies, two calves, one of which was breech but survived, and now the colt.
Catherine has promised to help Natalie and Grace with school, and arranged for their grandmother to get better medical care.
Randi, Julie, and Jenny along with their cousins, Mandy and Candy, and my sister Nicky, had all gone on the trail ride and were excitedly sharing the whole journey. At the pace they were telling it, I think it would have been faster just to take the six hour trail ride myself.
Their parents, John and Sarah, and Jeff and Debbie, had decided last week, that they would start to be more open and honest with them about their sexual natures. They explained what sex was all about, and why they were feeling what they were feeling. They even begin allowing them to discuss, question, and experiment with their urges and feelings.
My cousins, along with my twin sister Nicky, had all given up their virginities over the course of the last week, in favor of knowledge and experience. All but one gave them up to me. I was honored, to have received these precious gifts, and thrilled to see the girls bloom into healthy, aware young ladies.
Most of the chatter concerned a new family that had arrived yesterday, the Cowens. They had three sons. Billy who is seventeen, Sammy, who is sixteen, and Nathan, who is fourteen. They were all on the trail ride today. Nicky and Randi had tag teamed Billy, while Jenny rode with Sammy and Mandy hung out with Nathan or Nate as she called him. It was interesting to note the difference in their confidence dealing with the opposite sex, even from just two weeks ago. Debbie, Mandy and Candy's mom, noticed it too, and mouthed a silent 'thank you' to me.
Julie had ridden with Jason, Mikeya and Ileana's younger brother. But for some reason, she was silent throughout most of the meal. Julie was rarely shy. Quick witted and fearless, she always seemed to be in the middle of whatever was going on. Therefore, to see her sitting there quietly was a sure sign something was wrong. So, I scanned her.
"What's wrong, Little One?" I thought my question to her.
"Oh. Nothing," she lied.
"Remember who you're dealing with here."
"Oh yeah," she paused. "Then why did you ask? Why don't you just tell me what to do?"
"Okay. Why don't you try talking with him? You know? Conversation. Dialogue. The intelligent use of questions. For god's sake, Julie, just ask him how he feels. Then if you actually get something you don't know how to handle, you can come and see me. Okay?"
"Uh? I don't understand," Julie said.
"Julie, you're worried he doesn't like you because he hasn't tried to fondle those exceptionally fine titties of yours yet. Except for a few kisses, he's behaved himself. So okay, ask him. He may be just missing your subtle hints. Although I don't know how."
"Michael! Be serious!" Julie thought back quickly.
"I'm trying. But you are too much fun to tease," I thought.
"Anyway, you're worried about something that you don't have all the relevant information on yet. Maybe he was brought up different. Or maybe he's stupid. After all, he is a guy and everyone knows we're all stupid," I teased.
"Michael!" she giggled.
"Okay. Okay. How 'bout this ... maybe he's very inexperienced. Maybe he's never had anyone to show him what to do, or how to do it. And just maybe ... he's afraid to do something because he might make a mistake and make a fool of himself?"
There was dead silence. If this were a cell phone, forty years from now, I'd be thinking I had just dropped the call.
Julie got up from her chair and walked around the table to me. Without saying a word, she stood there until I scooted my chair out with a screech. Everyone looked at us as she plopped down on my lap and encircled my neck with her arms.
"You!" she said.
"Me?"
"You! You are so mean to me. You knew that all along, but you had to tease me, didn't you?" Julie was trying to sound upset, but she was grinning too big.
"I take it my little bit advice was helpful?"
"Not yet. But it will be!" she said with a big grin. "You knew it would. You knew what was wrong all along. Of course it helped. I would have figured it out eventually, but you saying it to me sort of confirmed what I was already thinking."
"I'm glad I could help. Where should I send the bill?"
"Oh ... you! I'm gonna bill you, Mister!" Then she kissed me. After about a minute, I realized the kiss was getting a little out of hand, so I waited another half minute before pulling away.
"Julie! What's gotten unto you?" Sarah said trying to fake being startled. But she was grinning too big to pull it off too.
Julie sat back, her hands clasped behind my neck just looking into my eyes as she answered.
"I was just paying my bill," she laughed. And everyone laughed with her.
"If that's how you do it, then I can't wait to pay Michael for my lessons this morning!" Vickie said, and then blushed. They all laughed at that.
Since the parents had allowed the girls the freedom to be more open, the table-talk had gotten a lot more risqué. Yet, except for Julie's little escapade last week, it had not gotten out of hand. The girls were gaining experience, and learning boundaries, which is exactly what their parents intended.
"I wish there was a way to help more teenagers to discover their own sexual identities in a safe and secure way like this," I thought to myself.
"That's not a bad idea, Michael," Catherine thought back.
I looked down the long table towards Catherine and smiled.
"I still don't understand how you're able to sense my thoughts like that," I thought back to her.
My sister and all of my cousins seemed to be able to sense my thoughts: if they contained lots of emotion, if they were nearby, and if they were fairly focused on me. But Catherine seemed to be able to sense my thoughts at will. She claimed that she learned from living with my grandfather all those years. He was an Empath as well.
The Old One, who has appeared to me twice now, is teaching me how to use my gift more effectively. But he has never explained this particular phenomenon to me. He did show me how to direct my thoughts to a particular person, and how to affect certain nerves in the mind.
"I need to remember to ask him about it. IF I ever see him again," I thought.
The Dining Hall was beginning to clear out. Most everyone seemed to be heading for the beach. They were having a marshmallow roast later, after the sun goes down. In the meantime, they had organized some fun and games, like badminton and volleyball, and even beach bingo.
Grace and Catherine came and stood beside my chair.
"It's time, Michael," Catherine said.
"Yeah. I'm looking forward to meeting your new ladies," Grace teased.
I took a deep breath and sighed. I wasn't sure at all about this. "Helping people can sure be tough on a guy!" I said out loud to no one in particular.
"But you're very good at it Michael," responded Catherine.
"And it's why we love you so much!" added Grace as the three of us went to meet the Ratu.
Catherine, Grace, and I made our way over to their table.
Stopping before Kalani, I bowed, and then bowed once more to the Ratu. She reminded me of the queen that Gaugin had described in 'Noa Noa', his self-published journal of his two years in Tahiti. Despite Kalani's earlier pleas to dispense with the formality, I could sense that manners were important to the Ratu. So I waited for her to speak first.
"Michael, may I present my esteemed mother, Simako."
"Ileana, help me! Is it 'Your Highness' or 'Your Majesty'?" I thought to her quickly.
"Sha-mah ah-hah-lean-e, fa-ma mon hi-heen-e," Ileana thought back.
"Sha-mah ah-hah-lean-e fa-ma mon hi-heen-e," I repeated by rote to the Ratu.
"What did I just say?" I thought to Ileana.
"I am honored, Favored Grandmother," Ileana replied.
You could sense the Ratu's pleasure in the simple greeting, so I said, this time in English, "I am honored, indeed, Favored Grandmother."
Kalani's eyes were wide as she tried to smile knowingly, and Mikeya just beamed. I glanced at Ileana and winked. She giggled, but said nothing. I was going to have to find a way to thank her later.
Catherine nodded as she was introduced. However, when Grace was introduced, she curtsied as she repeated the same phrase I had used.
I smiled at Grace. I was impressed with her, and the Ratu seemed very pleased at our greetings. Simako then spoke to us in her native tongue. Kalani waited until she finished before interpreting her words.
"My Mother says that she is honored to meet such a wonderful family, and that the manners of the children are a reflection of the parents who raised them. She says to you," referring to Catherine, "that you also deserve the title 'Favored Grandmother'."
Catherine nodded, saying nothing.
"Thank you, Favored Grandmother," I thought to all of them. "But as I am much older than you, and have read your heart, this need for a translator is lost on me."
The Ratu ignored me as if I hadn't even spoken. But Kalani spoke to her quickly, in their native tongue.
I looked at Ileana.
"Mother is warning Grandmother not to underestimate you. And not to embarrass her," Ileana thought to me.
"Kalani is correct, Simako. You should not underestimate me!" I thought to them.
This time, the Ratu immediately leveled her eyes on me. I had just stripped away two of her favorite subterfuges. I detected anger, and something else I couldn't put my finger on.
I immediately connected with Ileana and then scanned the Ratu.
"She debating whether to challenge you. She isn't sure that you are what we said you are."
"Princess Mikeya, Princess Ileana. It appears that the Ratu has some doubts," I said. "If so, I would not want to intrude upon your wonderful family. Perhaps you may find someone more to her liking."
Then turning to the Ratu, I said, "Favored Grandmother, I'm sorry you came all this way for nothing." Then taking Grace's hand, we turned to leave.
"NO! Don't go!" Ileana cried.
"Gerald! Stop him!" The Ratu spoke sharply in English.
Gerald quickly stepped forward and grabbed my upper arm. I dropped Grace's hand and spun out of his grip to face him. He was larger, stronger, and probably faster, judging by how fast he reached me. I tried to scan him. Even without understanding his language, I knew he was well trained. I took a moment to see if I could figure out how I might take him, and then realized THAT was probably not a good idea.
"I don't need this shit!" I thought as I clamped down on his primary motor cortex. There was a brief flash of surprise as he dropped to the floor like a stone.
Slowly I turned and looked at the Ratu. I could feel my own temper flaring.
"Michael!" both Catherine and Grace thought at the same time.
I smiled at them, then turned back to the Ratu. Very slowly, I began to tighten down on the nerves to her primary motor cortex. In this kind of stress, the voice and thumbs are the first to become useless. The Ratu tried to speak but found she couldn't. Her hands became numb and she slipped a little in her chair. Kalani and Mikeya quickly reached to hold her. I stopped squeezing her cortex, but I did not release her.
"You DARE to challenge me?" I thought so all could hear.
The Ratu's thoughts, almost all in her native tongue, were useless to me. So I thought to Gerald, again making sure all could hear me.
"Gerald, will you serve me now?"
"I have vowed to serve my Queen unto death," Gerald thought back solemnly.
Kalani was surprised that Gerald was still alive. Sizing up the situation, she made her decision and quickly went to one knee in front of me, bowing her head.
"Would the Pele Solakanali accept this humble servant in his stead?" she asked softly.
Seeing this beautiful woman, kneeling in front of me, caused my anger to fade. "This has gone far enough," I finally thought. Then I had another idea. I took my time thinking it through while everyone waited, watching me closely. Deciding to release Gerald first, I studied him as he rose to his feet. He was evaluating the tactical situation. I held up my hand, palm out, motioning for him not to move. Leaving Kalani on her knee for a moment, I looked at Mikeya.
"If your mother abdicates, who rules Tapato?" I asked her.
Mikeya looked to her mother, but her mother's head was still bowed and couldn't see her. She looked at her grandmother who could not speak, and finally to Ileana, who simply shrugged her shoulders.
"I know not, oh great one," she said resignedly.
"Gerald, the former Queen is coming with me. Your duty to Kalani is now done. You are to stay and protect the future queen. Do you understand? Or must you die needlessly, leaving the new queen unprotected?"
Gerald looked at Kalani who kept her head bowed.
"Good girl!" I thought to Kalani. "Let's see how the next generation handles a tricky situation."
Kalani was surprised yet again by my tone. She realized I was no longer angry, so she relaxed a little, but kept her head bowed. I looked at Gerald again, this time with a little more menace in my eye.
"I will protect the new queen," he said, but he didn't like it.
Turning to the Ratu, I told her, "You, ma'am, have made a grave error. You, of all my people, should know that it is foolish to challenge the gods."
"Good night, Your Majesty," I said to Mikeya. Then, releasing my hold on the Ratu, I walked out of the Dining Hall. Grace, Catherine, and Kalani followed silently. Once outside, instead of heading to the Lodge, I retraced the route Grace and I had traveled this afternoon, returning to the small cabin we had shared just a few hours ago.
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