Gifted Bk. 01 Ch. 04

So, I found the things in my mind I didn't want him to know about and put barriers around them. Then I opened my mind to him.

Yes, Joshua. It would seem you have been through a lot since I last saw you.He was filling me with his presence. I always used to like when Grandpa did this linking of minds, but with all that had happened lately, I felt very ashamed. He didn't accuse me, or get mad. I didn't even feel like he was disappointed in me, just the opposite. He seemed prouder and prouder the more he experienced through me.

I didn't bother to hide the experience with Jessica from him or my feelings for Carrie. Although, I did hide all of the erotic dreams I'd been having. After about a half hour of reliving experiences, Grandpa came to the recent fight at school.

Ah, I see now why your father asked for me to come. Joshua, have you noticed your strength lately? Before the fight you had?

Well, yea I have been working out for over a year now. The move in to the new house was easy for me. I was able to help with the really heavy stuff, and it all seemed fairly light. Why do you ask?

Well son, how about the last couple of days since the fight?

I had to think about it.Now that you mention it my books have been a lot heavier. I hadn't really thought about it until you said something.

Well son, that is because you have a very rare gift, even for our family line. It usually only shows up once in every three to five generations. It is very uncommon from our history to have two within such a close relation to have this gift. It means you will do great things.

Why? And what gift is this I have?

Well as to why, let us just say that it took me into my later years to master it, because I had no one to teach me. I had to learn everything on my own. Just think how you would have been had your dad not been training you on your gifts up till now.

I thought about that for a minute and realized I had had a lifetime of training on my abilities since birth. It would have taken years to figure out what to do by myself.As for what, let me just say you have a lot more strength then the average person, and go from there.

Ok, so what do I need to do?

He smiled at me.Well, first let me go in and remove the block your father put up.

Dad blocked my ability! How come?

Your father realized that without the restraint that I'm going to teach you, you could kill someone, by accident. It was a good thing you didn't want to fight that bully. If you had hit him, and meant it, I suspect his family would be mourning his passing right now.

You mean to tell me I'm that dangerous? I'm not sure I want it. I mean we...we could just leave it blocked.

No Joshua, to do that would be like trying to learn how to live without breathing. You could do it briefly, but eventually it would burst the block holding it and you would use it when you don't want it. You could do a lot of damage and not mean it... Ok let's get started.

I could feel him in the back of my subconscious, then like a switch, I felt... whole again. I felt like something had been missing and I didn't know it. Grandpa said "Ok let's go sit at the table over there." We got up and walked to the table. I felt great! I can't explain the difference; it was like being bound to a wheelchair and then I could walk again.

"Alright we are going to arm wrestle" and he sat down with his arm in the 'held out' ready position, waiting for me to grasp it. "Ok, first I want you to try and move my arm." Try as I might I could not budge his arm. He was not pushing back. I just couldn't move his arm. "Go on give me everything you have!" I still couldn't move him. It was like trying to move a brick wall with one arm.

"Good! Good! Your going to be strong one I think. Now, I want you to keep me from moving your arm, just like I did to you." He let me get my arm in place, and then he began pushing against my arm. I was wobbling a bit, but I was keeping him from moving me more then a few inches. It was taking everything that I had to hold him off. I never realized Grandpa was so strong. He didn't even look as though he was putting any effort in to it.

"OK, that was good for a first try. But let's change gears for a minute." Grandpa got up and walked out into the yard again. I followed. "Ok, we are going to spar."

"What! Grandpa I don't want to..."

"What! You think I'm an invalid? That you are going to hurt me? Joshua, I don't think you have to worry about Me." he then did a standing back flip. "This old man keeps in shape! Ok first, I want you to hit me, as hard as you can!"

"But..."

"Joshua,HIT ME!" I suddenly took a swing at my Grandpa. I hit him square in the face. He didn't seem to be injured at all. Somehow he had commanded me and I reacted. He'd never done that to me before. "Good! Good! Sorry about that, but I needed to gauge your strength and you didn't seem to want to put your heart in to it. Ok, now I want you to just come at me like we are really fighting, and don't worry about me."

"But...I don't want..."

"Fine, if I need to..." suddenly I felt waves of anger build up in me, all of it focused on Grandpa. I couldn't believe he was doing this to me. I lashed out. Throwing punch after punch, I realized I was hitting him harder and harder with each punch. After about a minute of this, the anger left me. Grandpa just smiled. "That was good. You will be very strong indeed. I hope I don't need to do that again to get you to fight me, because I need you to focus when we spar. The very thing I'm trying to get you to learn is control. But you needed to see that you can't hurt me!"

He was right. He didn't have a scratch on him. "Yes Grandfather!"

"Ok, we are going to try some thing. I need you to hit my hand." I did it. "Good, a medium strength punch. Ok now remember that. Now open your mind to me...ok now hit my hand again." I did, and I realized two things. First, it was like hitting a brick and second I had nowhere near hit him with the same force. He had shut off my strength and let me feel the difference, through him. "So, now you see the difference. This is why you broke that boy's ribs when you hit him. Hmm... What I really need to teach you is how to judge your strength. I want you to make your punch just as hard as that last one."

So, I threw another punch, but I threw it slower. "No! No! You are trying to stop your muscle from throwing as hard. It is your gift that is causing the impact! Not your muscles! You need to recognize the power and pull it back... Ok I'm going to turn it off mid-swing this time. I want you to feel for it!" So I threw and I felt the power leave as I threw the punch. It was the first time I had actually felt it! It was like it was a real tangible thing.

What I did next surprised both Grandpa and me. I reached for the strength and it returned. I could feel it now. I wondered why I hadn't before. It was like skin, wrapped around me almost radiating. I could feel it course through me. I realized that I could effect how strong it was. I could see why this was so dangerous. I looked back to the fight I had on Monday. If I had had any more power going into that hit I would have done far worse then breaking a few ribs.

"Now you feel it right?"

"Yes sir. I can't believe I never noticed it before. I realize now, it must have kicked in when I started working out last year. I wondered why I was lifting as much as I was without bulking up. I figured I was just toning."

"Actually I think that is exactly what you were doing. You see you probably didn't want to bulk up, I think you wanted to be tone. So you didn't let yourself lift more then necessary. Your gifted strength took over the rest and compensated for the difference!"

For the next hour we worked on control. I got to the point where I could take it all the way down to just a few pounds higher than my normal strength. I also realized how high I could take it, when I knocked over a small tree in the back yard. Mom was furious, but Grandpa promised to get her a replacement. He said it would be good practice for me to replace it. In fact he suggested I do a lot more physical work around the house. Great... just want I always wanted... more chores.

My dad came out for a while and watched. He was very happy for me, and the progress. Suddenly the full meaning of my dad's statement of me being a sports star hit me. Dad knew this would give me an advantage.

After Noon, Grandpa said we would quit for the day but he would be here for a while. He wanted to continue our lessons. "You still have a lot to learn, but for now you have the control you need to not hurt anyone."

"Thanks Grandpa! I'm looking forward to it." The rest of the day he spent with my sisters and baby brother.

I went up to my room and jumped in the shower. I couldn't stop thinking about the revelations of the day. I had an inner strength. No wonder I gave Mark such a beating. Even now I could see how much strength I had used. Grandpa was right, I could have killed him. As it was, I hit him with the force of a small car crash. I realized I had been in the shower for a half hour, when the water started getting cold. I was really zoned out.

I was glad for the date tonight. It would take my mind off of the morning's events, and I couldn't wait to spend a whole evening with Carrie, just us! We were going to the mall, because it was a one-stop place that had both movies and dinner options. It was a bonus to have the other shops.

By the time I had finished shaving my peach fuzz. (I don't have any real hair to speak of on my face yet, it is still very spotty.) I put on some 'Curves: For Men' cologne and some light after-shave. I pulled my hair back and tied it into a ponytail, then slicked it back so no hair was sticking up. As for clothes, I went for a light blue polo top, with a pair of polo kakis, and my white K-Swiss's. Finally toped it all of with a simple gold chain. I was looking quite hot if I do say so myself. Hey, I'd fuck me!

We were leaving at three-thirty. I had about an hour to kill. So I sat down and read a couple of chapters of this book I had to read for school. It was a good book actually. At three-twenty I went downstairs to tell mom and dad good night. He was sound asleep in the chair in the living room. A collage football game was on. I'm not sure who was playing.

"Hey, Dad! I'm going over to meet up with Carrie."

He yawned, "Ok, Son. Have fun, don't stay out too late." He threw me a wink.

I went over to their front door and knocked. A few seconds later and Casey opened the door. He seemed to just stand there, staring at me for a few seconds. "Um...hey Josh. Uhh...come on...in, I'll go see if Carrie is ready." He came back a minute later. "Hey man, yea, she is almost ready. She'll be down in a few minutes. You...ah...look different!"

"Oh yea it's the hair. I pull it back on special occasions. I'm going to miss it, actually. I have got to cut it on Monday, after school."

"Oh yea! That's going to suck man. I like your hair like that!"

"Yea, I like long hair too. I can do more with it."

Then Carrie came in the room. She looked gorgeous. She was wearing tight blue jeans and this pink sweater that made her look very hot. It stopped just a few inches below her breasts, so that it showed off her well-trimmed waist. And it was fairly low cut so that you could just see the top of her cleavage. She also had on this little white short-sleeve jacket, which came down, just past the pockets on her jeans. If she wanted to be discrete, all she had to do was the close the jacket.

She ran up and kissed me. Then, "Ok dad, we're gone."

"Night sweetheart! Be good, and call us if you run into any problems."

"Thanks Dad! Night!" she leaned over and pecked Casey on the cheek as she left.

We were off. We took Carrie's mom's car, Carrie was driving. It was a bit weird not being the one driving us. Carrie didn't seem to mind, she was all smiles.

I don't remember much of the movie. I wasn't paying attention. We found a nice spot in the front all the way to one side. All of the dreams I've been having lately, really flooded my emotions with passion for her. She was equally diving right in. It didn't take long for us to start feeling each other up.

The taste of her lips, the shape and size of her breasts, and the delicate touch of her roaming hand, it was exactly the way I had dreamed them. Part of me found this odd, but the stronger part of me, my dick at the moment, was too caught up in the exploration. I was really surprised how far we took things.

For a first date we both mutually took it as far as you can with out taking your clothes off. I was bold enough to slip my hand up her sweater, as she wasn't wearing a bra, and got a very good feel of her breasts. It was really surprising how familiar they seemed. Carrie, after tracing every inch of my chest and abs, moved down and felt up my nuts and repositioned my hardon for me. However, after a close call with an employee on his way to check the exit at the front, we both calmed it down, so as not to draw any more attention to ourselves. The last thing I wanted was for the theater manager to kick us out, for disturbing the other moviegoers.

For dinner, we went to O'Charlie's. We couldn't stop looking at each other. That puppy dog love was exuding from both of us. The server, Don, was practically laughing at us every time he came to the table. It was very obvious, the feelings we had for each other.

"Carrie tonight has felt strange. I'm both exited, because of the discovery we are both having with each other, and confident around you, as though we had been dating for years, almost familiar! It has made me realize how much I'm really falling for you."

"Wow, I was just thinking the same thing. It like ever since you came into my life, I feel more alive, more complete. Almost like a part of me was missing. You're all I've thought about for a week."

"Yea, I know how you feel. My only real concern is I don't know if I want to rush into things. I mean, we were moving pretty fast in there tonight."

She laughed a bit, "Yea, I've never moved that fast with anyone before. Frankly, I was surprised at how bold I was. I mean I've fooled around before on dates, but I've never taken it that far on the first one, but I felt so familiar with you in there. You are the most beautiful guy at school, and I feel so fortunate to have you as my boyfriend."

"Well I don't know about the most beautiful guy at school, but I appreciate the compliment, especially, coming from the most gorgeous girl in school. Hey what about your brother! I'm sure the girls at school would agree he's good looking too! I mean after all you are twins. If you look good, he has to look good too right!"

"Yea, I guess, but he can't compare to you." Then she leaned over and kissed me.

About mid-kiss, Don came to the table with our dinners. He was smirking really big. We small talked the rest of the meal. (Mostly we just ate.)

After dinner we just walked the mall, going into stores, just window-shopping mostly. I almost died, however, when we passed Victoria's Secret. Of course, she gave me this wicked smile and said we had to go in.

I'm not sure weather I was excited, embarrassed, or aroused by it. Maybe all three! She took me back to the lingerie. She kept looking at all the really sexy stuff. You know the ones that are barely there. Then, she really floored me, she asked the clerk if she could try some on. The girl at the counter said sure and pointed to the back of the store.

We went back to a room in the back of the store. It had a small lounge area to the end, and six big walk in changing rooms. The attendant came back smiling at me, and unlocked one of the changing rooms. I think I heard her giggling as she left. I sat in one of the comfy chairs at the back. She had the room closest to the sitting area. Only a few people were back there, and only one other guy. He was an older guy, probably here with his wife.

After a few minutes, Carrie called me and asked me to come to the door. She opened the door slightly and pulled me in with her. I popped wood instantly.

"What do you think?"

"What do I think? I think if we were alone, right now, I'm afraid I'd have to rape you!" I said laughing.

"You like it that much huh! Yea I can tell." She said gently caressing my tenting cock. "Well, go out and let me try on another one."

Oh God. I didn't know if I can handle it. Seeing her in that much of nothing was already giving me one of the strongest hardons ever, I practically ran back to my seat and sat down quick. I didn't want anyone seeing my very obvious problem. However, the smile I was getting from the guy across from me, told me he knew.

She tried on three other pieces. We decided on the first one. It showed off her assets the best. Luckily there was a sports magazine in the waiting room. It helped to calm down mister happy. I paid for her new lingerie. And we went on. We stopped at few other places but we had been in the Victoria's so long it was almost time to go. The mall would be closing in less than a half hour.

We left the mall, but didn't want to go home yet, we still had like two hours before we had to be home. Carrie said she knew where to take us. About twenty minutes later and we had arrived at the Atlantic Ocean.

"This is Folly Beach, we come here all the time." She said smiling

"It is beautiful."

The beach was mostly empty that time of night. The only ones there where like us, not wanting to be disturbed. We walked down the beach a ways and found a set dunes to lie in. The moon was reflecting off the rolling ocean, it was gorgeous! We didn't do much. We kissed, cuddled, and just watched the view. It was nice to just be there with her.

After an hour we decided we needed to leave if we were going to get home before midnight. The drive home was cool. We listened to the local rock station. The DJ was hilarious. We pulled into her driveway with fifteen minutes to spare.

"I had a really good time tonight, Josh."

"Me too. It was real eye opener. I realized tonight how much I really care about you, and how much I really want to see you in that lingerie again." I said laughing.

She was laughing too, "Well hopefully it won't take too long. Now we just need to get you something naughty!" and she leaned in and we kissed for several minutes. "I got to go. Dad is expecting me in about five minutes."

We kissed again and she headed into her house.

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