Dad blinks twice and then stares blankly into space like he’s watching a movie inside his head, which is probably exactly what this is like. We sit quietly as he processes all the information we’ve just opened up in his memory. You can hear a pin drop until he abruptly jolts forward and screams, startling Mom and I into jumping back away from him.
“Damn that fucking bastard!” Dad yells, grabbing his head and rocking back and forth. “That son-of-a-bitch fucking lied to me!” Dad is rocking faster, banging his fists against the sides of his head. “He ruined my whole fucking life!” His eyes are closed and he continues screaming obscenities.
Susan and I exchange glances while Mom watches intently, waiting for him to calm down. We wait several minutes before Mom breaks the silence.
“Daryl,” Mom says quietly, “it’s time for you to tell me everything.” Dad stops rocking and opens his eyes, blinking rapidly as he looks from Mom to me and then to Susan. It’s like he’d forgotten we were here.
“Okay, Elaine,” he says, in a barely audible whisper, “but do the kids have to hear this?” he asks, pleading with his eyes.
“Why don’t you two go find something to do?” Mom says without taking her eyes off Dad.
“Uh… sure, Mom,” Susan says grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the door. I watch for a minute, wondering if I should leave them alone but Mom waves her arm signaling me to leave.
“Wow!” Susan says. “Do you think that means what I think it means?” Susan asks as we walk towards Danae’s desk.
“I don’t know,” I say, getting an idea of how we can spend our time. “It was certainly interesting.” I grab my sister’s arm and stop her a few feet behind Danae’s desk.
“You’ve got to see her naked,” I whisper to my sister as we watch Danae lean down to file something in a bottom drawer. “She is like the perfect sex goddess,” I add, hoping Susan won’t be offended by my description of another woman.
“You’ve seen her?” she whispers back. The look on my face gives me away. “You’ve fucked her, haven’t you?” she smiles. “You are just full of surprises little brother.”
“Come on.” I grab her arm and lead her to Danae’s desk. “Think about it Danae, is there someplace private where you can show my sister and I a good time?” Without answering, Danae stands up and leads us down the hall to an unmarked door. Opening it, she ushers us in and locks it behind her.
“This is where the models practice,” Danae says in the transmitter-induced monotone. The room looks like a sitting room with a large overstuffed couch and a couple of wingback chairs. As I’m looking at the room, Susan is focused on Danae.
“Think about it Danae,” Susan whispers breathlessly, “take off your clothes.” Susan props herself on the arm of a chair and watches Danae unbutton her blouse and let it drop on the floor. Susan gasps as Danae releases her bra and her golden brown tits shake free. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Danae naked and my cock stiffens at the sight of her dark red nipples and half-dollar sized areolas.
“Damn,” Susan sighs, expressing my feelings exactly. Danae is stepping out of her skirt, leaving her in only her tiny white thong, which barely hides anything. Her porcelain smooth pussy mound is visible through the thin white material and Susan is almost drooling by the time Danae peels the thong down her shapely legs.
“Think about it Danae,” Susan says, her breath coming in quick gasps, “more than anything else you want to pleasure me right now.” Susan is kicking off her shoes and unzipping her shorts as she continues giving Danae instructions. “You will offer yourself to me and make love to me until I tell you I’ve had enough.” Susan is really getting the hang of the transmitter commands.
Susan has removed her panties and is naked from the waist down. Danae steps over to help her undress, grabbing the bottom of her blouse and lifting it up. Susan raises her arms to let Danae remove her blouse and toss it aside. Leaving her hands in the air, Susan smiles at me as Danae unfastens the front clasp of her bra and lowers her mouth to my sister’s exposed nipple.
“You’ll be more comfortable on the couch,” Danae whispers as she moves her mouth to Susan’s other nipple. Susan lowers her arms and Danae slips the bra off her shoulders while continuing to suck on my sister’s right nipple. Danae maneuvers Susan towards the couch and I get up to give them room. As they settle onto the soft cushions, their lips meet and their hands begin the exploratory discovery common to new lovers of any gender.
My cock is rock hard, but I feel like the odd man out here. Knowing my dad, Danae can’t be the only hot babe in this building. I grab the transmitter and decide to do some exploring of my own. Quietly exiting the room, I turn left and nearly run into a young redheaded woman hurrying down the hall.
“Who are you?” demands the redhead, standing with a key in her hand and getting ready to unlock the door I just closed. She has snowy white skin, typical of a lot of redheads, and light green eyes that are staring defiantly at me.
“I’m Nick, Daryl’s son,” I answer. “Who are you?” I casually start putting the earbuds in my ears. This fiery redhead doesn’t look happy to see me and I’m sure she’s not going to be happy about what’s going on inside this room.
“Just move aside, Nick,” she says without answering me. I turn the thumb wheel and tune in her frequency. Pressing the button, I watch her sexy green eyes turn hazy.
“What’s your name and what are you doing here?” I ask as I step back to get a better look at this green-eyed lady. She appears to be in her late twenties, average height with nice shapely legs. Her light yellow blouse is stretched tightly across her well-proportioned breasts and her nipples are protruding as if they’re aroused.
“Tracy Davis, head of security,” she answers. “No one is authorized to use this room right now. There are no classes scheduled.” What the fuck is she talking about? What classes?
“Tracy, please answer in your regular voice with normal voice inflection.” I hate the way the transmitter makes people sound. “What classes are you talking about?” I glance up and down the hallway, wondering how long we can stand here before someone else comes by.