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Second Time Through - Book IIChapter 46: Adriana's Shares free porn video
Saturday, June 19, 1971
I felt her fingers softly touching me. When I opened my eyes, Nicky was on her side, with her head propped on one hand while she continued to trail her fingers softly over my face and neck and chest.
"Good morning, Michael," she said in a voice that matched the softness of her touch.
I could feel the love in her touch, so I smiled at her as I told her, "I love you, too!"
She leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss that matched her touch and her voice. Nicky was still in a tender, loving mood this morning. I matched her gentleness as I kissed her back.
"Michael? What's going to happen? To us?" she asked, pensively.
I scanned her to see what was on her mind before I answered.
"You know that I am not really your brother, but the rest of the world doesn't see it that way. That means that I can never proclaim my love for you publicly," I replied. "So basically, I see two possibilities for us. One is that we stay together, as we are. The home we're building is as much yours as mine, and it will be private enough for us to maintain the relationship we have now. Or two, you will meet someone and decide that he is the one you want to spend your life with. While I would hate to give you up, it would be unfair to you to ask you to stay with me since we could never get married."
"I don't think I like number two," she said, making a pouty face.
"Still, I realize that it's a possibility," I told her. "I guess my biggest fear is that you will stop wanting to share me," I confessed.
"I'll admit that until you woke up from the coma, I had always envisioned myself as a wife and mother, one day," she said with a sigh. "Now, I just don't know. I mean my only regret is never getting to be a mother. I'm looking forward to being an aunt to all your other children, but something inside of me seems to be telling me that I want to have children of my own."
"You can still be a mother," I told her. "But if you want me to be the father, you'll have to wait until you reach legal age, or you could be in for all kinds of grief from the authorities."
"But I thought if brothers and sisters had children, they would be born deformed or handicapped or something," she said.
"Nicky, in the future, researchers will discover that the odds of bearing handicapped children with siblings are only fractionally greater than with non-siblings. The difference is so small it's almost nonexistent. The problems usually come after generations of interbreeding," I explained.
"Really?" she asked excitedly.
"Yeah. The only real challenge to us having children is all the details that would have to be worked out. Like how we explain how you became pregnant, and whether we tell the children that I'm their father and things like that," I said. "The only person's blessings I would want are your grandmother's. We're lucky that money, or the things that money can buy, won't ever be a problem. After the Russian deal is complete, your shares, along with Debbie's, Sarah's, and Adriana's, will be worth three to four times as much as they were."
"Adriana's shares?" Nicky asked, shocked. Wagner shares had always been protected, and only for family members. The very idea that someone outside the family had any shares was almost impossible to conceive.
"Uh-oh!" I thought. I wasn't supposed to mention that.
"Give it up, big brother!" she cried as she grabbed my little finger, bending it backwards slightly. "Or you'll be nursing a broken finger!"
"No one else knows, Nicky. And I am not supposed to tell her until her twenty-first birthday. At least it's not to become common knowledge before then. It's in the terms of our grandfather's will," I said.
"Grandfather's will?" she asked, again surprised. "How do you know what's in his will?"
"All right!" I told her. "Let go of my finger and I'll tell you!"
"Okay," she said, releasing the pressure slightly. "But I want the WHOLE story!"
First, I replayed what John and Catherine had told me on the train a couple of weeks ago.
"The estate is set up with you inheriting 55 of the 100 shares in the company. Your grandmother owns 25 shares. Your father owned 5 shares that will now be split between you and Nicky. Sarah, Debbie, Wally, Harrison, and Greg's sister Nancy all own 2 ½ shares each. I understand that Vivian will get her mother's shares when she dies," John had explained.
"Michael, I want you to know that I'm leaving my shares to Nicky, when I pass on. That's not to slight you, but to make sure that she is always taken care of," Catherine had said.
I paused to check her reaction to that piece of news.
"I know," Nicky said. "She told me that when you were in the hospital."
I smiled at her as I continued the replay of my conversation with John and Catherine.
"I understand and I think that's great," I told Catherine. "But, if I added correctly, that's only 97 ½ shares. Who has the other 2 ½ shares?" I asked them.
Nobody said anything. John and Catherine just looked at each other.
Finally, John said, "We don't know, Michael. Greg kept that information sealed. We're hoping we'll find out when the will is finally read, and the sealed documents pass into your possession."
"But how did you find out that the other two and a half shares belonged to Adriana?" Nicky persisted.
So I told her about the safe in grandfather's office, and the stupid games I had to play with Jeanne to get the combination. Then I told her about the letter.
"What did it say?" she asked.
So I replayed my memory of reading it for her:
February, 1968
Dear Michael,
If you're reading this, it means that I am no longer alive, and that you are not really my grandson. The question and the answers were supplied by a man I have always referred to, as 'The Messenger'.
There is much to tell you. Most of it is with my attorneys, which you may or may not have seen yet, depending on when Jeannie or Adriana could get with you.
Though I have died once before, it doesn't get any easier, facing death a second time. I can only hope, that there is indeed, another such opportunity. But I despair to think it. I am afraid I have not totally pleased them.
As a fellow time traveler, you will understand the difficulty of living a second life, never being able to tell anyone about who you really are. Or all that you can do. And now, looking back, I have many regrets about how I used my second chance.
One of those regrets involves your grandmother. I so wish I had told her more. I shared my past with her on our honeymoon, but then never really told her anything else. I thought it was my burden to bear. The pain of bearing this heavy burden would have been so much less, had it been shared. And it turns out, she ended up knowing most of it anyway! Such are the small ironies of life.
As I stated, I have made many mistakes. But the one I regret the least is Wilma. We met when I was touring one of our plants in Ohio, in the summer of 1952. We spent the weekend together and I went on my way. Nine months later, I received a call from the hospital in Ohio, informing me Wilma had died in childbirth and the child, a little girl, might not survive.
They said Wilma had listed me as the father. The time was about right, so I immediately had the baby flown to New York and attended to by the best specialists I could find. I realized right away that she was not mine. I have type AB blood. She is type O.
But I fell in love with that helpless little baby and took responsibility for her. I named her Adriana.
A loving couple here in New York, took her for me and raised her for the first five years, teaching her sign language in order to help her communicate better. How I wish now, I had told Catherine. And that we could have been the ones to watch her grow up.
When she was five, the couple had to move back to Iowa, to attend her ailing mother, and I could not bear to have Adriana that far from me. I told Jeannie about her, and she agreed to take her. She even learned sign language to be able to talk with Adriana.
She brought her to the office every time she could. I had the room next to Jeannie's office made into 'Adriana's' office. When she saw me, she always called me Uncle Greg.
I arranged for her schooling. She did not fit well in a normal school environment; they just weren't equipped to deal with her needs. And the school for the deaf was not acceptable. So I arranged for tutors and home schooling, right here in the office. She is tremendously bright and talented. As I write this, she is on track to graduate from high school and to start college soon. And she's only fifteen.
When she is ready, I have made arrangements for her to have a position as Jeannie's assistant.
Also, several years ago, I set aside two and one half shares of Wagner stock for Adriana. My attorney has the details. I do not think either Adriana or Jeannie is aware of this. It was always my intent to surprise Adriana on her twenty-first birthday.
I have tried to leave you in as good a financial position as possible and I wish you success in accomplishing whatever it is they want of us.
My dying request is that you care for Adriana as if she were your own family.
And if you are in contact with Catherine, and I so hope that you are, please tell her, I'm sorry that I had to die twice to learn what true love really is.
Your grandfather, and fellow time traveler,
Greg Wagner
"The part about Grandmother is so sad," Nicky said as she wiped a tear from her eye. "Does she know?"
"I gave her the letter a few minutes later. She still has it, as far as I know. We never discussed it, not even the part about Adriana," I told her.
"Poor Adriana. I didn't know," Nicky exclaimed.
"Poor ... is not exactly the case, here," I replied. When Nicky didn't respond right away. I decided to keep my mouth closed as I waited for Nicky to process all the implications.
Finally, she said, "So let me see if I have this straight. Adriana is a millionaire, but you haven't told her yet. You have asked her to be your wife, but because she doesn't know that she's independently wealthy, if she does marry you, then you will regain control of that stock, without her ever knowing it existed until it was too late. Somehow, that doesn't seem right, Michael."
"When you put it like that, it doesn't sound good, but you're right," I replied. "I can only tell you that until the will has been probated, I didn't think there was anything I could do about it, so I just sort of put it out of my mind. I guess we should talk with her, huh?"
"Yeah. And I think you should include Catherine in that discussion as well. And I think it should be soon. If you were to die, and somehow she lived, she might never know," Nicky said. "That would be just awful!"
"Now you see that not only do I love you, I need you too!" I told her. "We're twins. It takes two of us to make a 'one'. And I think it will take two of us to run Wagner Industries someday. I'm not sure how we would work out the details, but I AM sure that I need you."
"Oh, Michael!" Nicky exclaimed as she kissed me. "I can wait on the babies. I'm not ready to be a mother yet. It was just one of those silly things I've been worrying about lately. I should have talked to you about it sooner. And I don't know the first thing about running a company like Wagner Industries. But I agree with you. We make a good team!"
"In that case, will you let me buy my teammate and future mother of my babies some breakfast?" I asked as I pulled back the covers. "I think I worked up an appetite making love with you last night."
Nicky slid on top of my naked body, reaching her hand between us to guide my erection inside her.
"The food's already included in the price of the room, Michael. And besides, I believe we can work up an even bigger appetite if we try. Don't you?" she asked coyly as she began to gyrate her hips slowly.
"Oh, yeah-h-h," I said, as I pulled her face to mine and kissed her lips.
Nicky was right. It only took us an hour or so to work up a really ravenous appetite!
Serkia and Vie met us at the door of the Dining Hall, and led us to the table where most of the others were sitting.
You wait," Serkia told me as she stepped back a step to stand behind my chair. I scanned her to try to see what was going on, but all I could tell was that she was nervously anxious. Or maybe anxiously nervous.
Moments later, Pipiti approached our table, carrying a tray filled with breakfast food.
"Good mor-ning," she told me in halting English.
"Michael," she added, only she pronounced it as 'My-keel'.
"Good morning, Pipiti," I replied automatically.
"I have food yours," she stated proudly.
"I see that. Thank you. You did not have to go to the trouble," I told her.
"Food. Trouble no. Talk English, you, very hard," she exclaimed. The point was not lost on me that Pipiti had actually understood me, and responded correctly, if not totally proper.
"I am impressed with your efforts. What do you have for me?" I asked.
"I coffee, yours," she replied.
"I HAVE your coffee," Serkia corrected her softly.
"Please, I have your coffee, My-keel," she said perfectly this time and I told her so.
"Also egg, bake ... con, no bread, no can say word, so no bring," she explained.
"She has not learned to say 'biscuits' yet," Serkia thought.
"I am impressed, Pipiti. It won't be long until you'll be driving, I'm sure," I told her.
A big smile lit up Pipiti's face as her sister translated my compliment. She replied excitedly in Haitian.
"Pipiti say she try very hard. She wants own automobile. She says she understands 'come to complete stop'," Serkia translated.
"Pipiti, do you know what kind of car you want?" I asked, holding up my hand, palm outward to Serkia. I wanted to see if Pipiti could understand the simple question.
I watched as she ran the question through her mind, translating the words and then stringing the words together. Then she looked at me and smiled.
"Pipiti have RED car!" she told me proudly.
"Then red it will be!" I told her. I was almost as proud of her accomplishment as she was.
The two sisters resumed their seats, talking fast and furiously to Deedee and Vie in Haitian about what had taken place. Nicky smiled at me. "You are so good to her," she whispered.
"I meant to tell you," Catherine said as she smiled warmly at Nicky and me, " ... that I received a message from the State Department yesterday. The girls have been cleared to leave the country. Their exit visas will be ready next Friday, so I asked that they deliver them to Seven Oaks. They are only good for thirty days, though."
"Then I guess we need to start planning our trip. Have you seen Kalani or Ileana this morning?" I replied. The question was aimed at no one in particular.
"They appeared to be having some very serious conversations with Hanna and Adriana last night," Debbie explained. "Narvenia was with them, too. They were still talking when I went to bed."
"I wonder what that was all about?" I thought to myself.
"I can't really say, but I got the impression they were discussing plural marriage," Debbie replied to my thought.
"How much do you want to know, Michael?" Vickie thought the question to me. She was just stepping out of the showers in the Lodge, but she was obviously monitoring my thoughts.
"Why don't you decide," I replied.
"Okay," Vicky thought. "Hanna was asking Ileana about being married to you when they got into discussing polygyny and Ileana asked her mom to help explain. Add got involved then too, but I was tired, so Narvenia said she would interpret for her."
"Add?" I interrupted her.
"Adriana," Vickie explained. "She calls me 'Mouse' and I call her 'Add'. It's just our pet names for each other."
"Oh," I said as I mentally shrugged.
"You know if I think something's important, I'm gonna tell you right away, right?" Vickie asked me.
"Yeah," I thought.
"Well, I think this might be. Rose was upset when she woke up and you weren't there this morning. She's with Eve right now and someone should probably talk with them. I don't think either one of them had considered what it would be like sharing you with so many others," she thought.
"Should I go to them now?" I asked.
"I think maybe some of us should probably talk to them first. This is a girl-talk thing. I believe Ileana and Kalani could relate to them better," Vickie suggested.
"Okay. I'll follow your lead on this. Would you mention it to Kalani and Ileana? If they need me, tell them to let me know," I told her. I could sense her pride that I trusted her opinion.
"And Amy thinks she's ready to give you her virginity," Vickie said almost casually. Maybe a little too casually. I could sense a little anxiousness as she waited to see how I would respond.
"Oh?" I asked.
"Yeah. She told me yesterday that she couldn't know if she truly preferred women unless she had a basis for comparison."
"And you're worried that she might just like men?" I asked Vickie.
Her sputtering as she tried to form her answer confirmed what I already suspected.
"It's okay, Vickie," I said. "You, of all people, should know that it's all right to love more than one person. I have no problem with you loving Amy, or anyone else. Although if you fall in love with another guy, I would probably limit any sexual activity with you. But as for Amy, you can read me. You know I don't have any problems with that. The next time she mentions it, tell her I'd be honored, but it's her call. It always has been."
Vickie was quiet as she scanned me, seeking confirmation of what I had told her. Then with a sigh, she thought, "I should have known I was worrying for nothing," she replied. "Oh, and by the way, Trealyn's mom is very happy with how you handled Trealyn's crush and was seriously thinking of thanking you intimately for a moment. But she won't because you are so much younger than she is. She's also upset with her husband. After you showed them your heart, she realized that Bohdan has never opened up to her like that. They had a huge fight and he stormed out last night. He ended up on a couch in the great room, then left the Lodge early this morning. He's dressed and waiting in the reception area for the office to open," Vickie supplied.
"Uh-oh!" I thought. "This could be trouble."
"Why don't you talk to Catherine about it?" Vickie suggested.
"Good idea," I replied absently.
"One more thing, Michael," Vickie added. "I think you should get Adriana a speech therapist when we get home."
"That is an excellent suggestion. Will you help me make that happen as soon as we can?" I asked her.
"Of course," she replied.
"Is there anything else?" I asked.
"Not really. Unless you count Natalie and Grace's fight. Grace wants Natalie to give you her virginity and she wants to be there when Natalie does. Natalie is hesitant about having sex with you and dead set against her sister being there. You know, for identical twins, they are polar opposites when it comes to personalities," Vickie thought to me.
I grinned as I thought about what Vickie had said. She was right. For twin beauties who were identical to look at, they really were different when it came to personalities.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" Vickie asked.
"I can't think of anything. Except to keep doing what you're doing," I replied. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"There's always something you can do for me. Unfortunately, it's the wrong time of the month!" Vickie said with a small laugh. Then she added, "Oh! I almost forgot the big thing! Talking about my time of the month reminded me. Anna thinks she's pregnant. That's why she was avoiding you yesterday."
"What!" I exclaimed. "W-when? Is she all right?"
"Nicky's right. You may be the most talented man I have ever known, but you can be such a dufus!" she said, teasing me now. "Talk to her! As soon as you can!"
Vickie was laughing as I cut the connection. I saw Catherine was talking with John, Sarah, and David. I got up, and nodded at Nicky, then walked to where Catherine was seated.
"Nicky and I need to speak with you if you have a moment," I told Catherine when there was a break in their conversation.
"Catherine was just telling us what you did for David," Sarah said. "I didn't know you could do that."
Sarah was obviously referring to my healing David's cancer. I looked at David sheepishly.
"Sorry to invade your privacy, sir," I told him. "It's just that when I first discovered I could do something, you were the only one I knew who had something that needed to be healed. I was sort of experimenting, and I didn't want to say anything until I saw whether or not it would work."
"When did you do it, heal me, I mean?" David asked.
"It was one night last week when we were on the train. I had spoken to Catherine and she was worried about you. And the old ones had just spent a long time training me how to use my gift. You were asleep, so I thought I'd see if I could help. I hope you're not angry," I said apologetically.
"Angry? How could I be angry when you saved my life? Even if I didn't know about it at the time," he replied. "Although I'm still not comfortable with you being able to invade my mind anytime you want. I don't know if I'll ever get used to that."
I just shrugged. "I only know that Catherine was very worried about you, sir," I replied.
"Well, I think that since you have been roaming inside my head and body, and since you saved my life, you could probably dispense with the 'sir' and just call me David," he said with a big smile. "I have to ask, did you see anything else while you were in there?"
"If you mean health-wise, you're clean as a whistle from what I could tell," I told him.
"That's good to know. What about ... other things? Did you see everything?" he asked.
"I think that's between you and her," I replied cryptically. He knew to whom I was referring. "But personally, I think you should talk about it with her."
David looked thoughtful as the others just looked at me. I could sense that Catherine didn't like being in the dark when it came to her staff. I looked at her and winked. She scowled briefly, thinking she was going to have to ask Vickie if she knew what was going on. I knew I would tell her shortly that David had his eye on Beth, but had done absolutely nothing for fear of jeopardizing his professional standards. In the meantime, I was having fun teasing Catherine.
"That's just amazing, Michael. Just think of all the good you can do," Sarah said.
"Sarah, I hope you won't spread this around. It takes a tremendous amount of time and energy and if others found out, especially government types, I'd have to live in fear of them kidnapping your daughters to force me to comply with whatever diabolical plans they might have," I explained to all of them.
"Oh!" she said. "I didn't think of that."
I could tell that the fear of her daughters becoming involved like that had shaken her. John reached out to take her hand.
"I don't think you have to worry about Sarah, Michael. But you might want to be careful making women appear ten or twenty years younger, overnight," John said. "However, in this case," he said smiling at Catherine, "I can't help but admire what you have done. She truly does look wonderful."
Catherine blushed and Sarah playfully slapped his arm.
"Quit flirting with my widowed aunt. Otherwise, I'm going to start to get suspicious!" Sarah said with a laugh.
"I might get fired for saying this, but John is right. You look more radiant than you have in years," David told Catherine.
Catherine just blushed, casting her eyes downward. I scanned her and felt the desire rising in her. Still in my playful mood, I stoked the fires a little more.
"I am trying hard not to be proud of myself, but now, every time I look at her, I find myself wishing for clothes," I said. "In order to hide the feelings she stirs in me."
I swear. Catherine, Sarah, and Debbie all looked at my private parts. Standing there, next to their table, there was no way to hide Little Mike's growing salute. I stepped behind John's chair, as it was now me who was blushing. Catherine smiled wickedly.
"Grandmother!" Nicky admonished. "Michael and I REALLY need to talk with you." Nicky paused for a second, then added, "First!"
Everyone laughed, except Catherine who blushed even more.
"You know, when you blush like that, you look even younger, almost like a teenager," I thought to her. "A very sexy teenager!"
Naturally, she blushed even more.
"Don't you say it!" she thought back to me quickly. I just laughed at her dilemma.
"Michael," Debbie asked softly. "Do you think you could do something for Jeff?"
I mentally slapped my forehead. "Why didn't I think of that?" I thought to myself.
Then to Debbie, I said, "I have a couple of things to take care of with Catherine first. Catch me in a few minutes and let's see what we can do. We'll have to get Jeff to be still while we do it. And I'd like to have Anna there as well."
"Could I watch?" Sarah asked. I had forgotten that she was a nurse.
"I forgot. You're just like your daughter. You like to watch," I teased her, referring to Julie who had a bit of a voyeur streak in her.
Sarah began to blush. John just looked at me and winked. He had a voyeur streak in him too.
Catherine stood just then saying, "Let me get some more tea. Then we'll go sit on the deck."
I decided to get another cup of coffee while getting Catherine's tea, then the three of us settled down in the big chairs on the back porch of the Dining Hall, overlooking the lake.
"What is it you children need to discuss," Catherine asked us, trying to put me in my place with the 'children' reference.
"I really mean it. When you blush, it makes you appear even younger," I teased her back. "It also makes me want you." We both knew this game; only Catherine was upset because she could no longer read me. Fortunately, I was in too good of a mood to get upset at her barbs.
"I'm not the only one you want," she retorted, "If last night was any indication."
Nicky looked at her grandmother, not understanding her agitation. The hurt look on Nicky's face was evident. I remained silent this time. Catherine's little mood was about to cause her trouble since I could see that she didn't know it was Nicky who spent the night with me.
When Catherine finally noticed that Nicky was about to cry, her whole demeanor changed. Thinking that our verbal sparring was upsetting Nicky, the petty jabs she was taking at me, were no longer important as she went to hug her granddaughter.
"I'm so-o-o sorry, Sweetheart," Catherine told her soothingly, "I'm not angry with you, dear. I'm just put out with your brother. His new shield won't let me feel him. And when he repaired my body ... he did something to me. And evidently, it has affected me. I mean, I haven't felt like this in years."
Nicky looked at her grandmother, still not understanding.
"When I repaired her body, I must have repaired her libido," I thought to Nicky. "Catherine's incredibly horny right this moment!"
Nicky smiled and looked at her grandmother again. "Why didn't you say so?" she said.
"What?" Catherine asked. The words were not even out of her mouth before she caught on. "Michael Gregory Wagner, what did you tell her?" she asked as caustically as possible.
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