A Long Time from Home Ch. 13

Author's notes:

About the language and notation:

The Baylon language is a predecessor to Latin, which is why it looks like Latin at a glance.

Mental communication is denoted by a < and ends with a >, so a mental communication will look like this: "< Who are you? >"

Some warnings:

This is erotic action adventure, meaning that there will be both sex and violence, but I don't mix the two.

This story is posted on the Literotica website and the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent.

P.S. I haven't gotten an editor yet, so any mistakes are mine. Interested editors are welcome :)

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Chapter 13 -- Storytelling

Sunday, 18th of June 2000, Outside Malaga, Spain

Evening arrived and when Alice went into the kitchen to make some food, Karen started cleaning the upper floor, while Rita did the ground floor, and I took the twins outside to do their exercises.

All in all, it went with almost perfect timing, as Cyra and Zena had just enough time to take a bath before the food was ready.

We had a nice dinner on the terrace talking, joking, and laughing, while we ate the food and the warm evening turned into twilight.

There are times in one's life where everything comes together to create an almost flawless moment and for me, this was one of those times.

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"Oh, by the way." I said, while Cyra and Zena were doing the dishes. "How come that you don't have music here?"

Both Karen and Rita smiled and discretely pointed a finger at Alice.

"Yeah, it's my fault." Said the blonde with a smile at the pointed fingers "We... the twins and I, watch so much TV when we're home, that I have banned it when we're on vacation, so we can have more quality time with each other, instead of sitting in the same room and looking at the screen." She glanced at the two others, which gave me just enough time to search my memory to discover what she was talking about. "And I had them promise, that they wouldn't break that rule, before we got here."

"It was kinda strange the first week." Added Rita with her usual grin. "But now we're a bit more used to it... still strange though."

"It still doesn't explain why you don't have any music."

"Ohh... That's Cyra's fault." Said Alice, "We did have an iPod, but she managed to drop it in the pool last week and I told her that we had to get the money from the insurance company before we got a new one. She needs to learn to be a bit more careful."

I guessed that an 'iPod' was one of the portable music devices, I had seen people walk around with in Malaga and nodded.

Karen chuckled. "They borrow one of our laptops to play music from time to time, so it's not like they're totally missing out on it."

Alice nodded at that. "And instead of TV, we play games, tell stories and in general go 'old school' with entertainment." She paused but added. "I hope that you don't mind that."

That thought was so surreal, that I started laughing, which caused all three of them to look at me as if I were slightly insane or at least mentally disturbed.

Finally, I got myself together, "Sorry about that, but I'm in a wonderful house with three beautiful, sexy, and intelligent women, who are as kind as they are hot, and we have amazing sex... Honestly, I couldn't give a monkey's ass about TV... It's like spending a week with Venus, Aphrodite and Qatisa and then start to complain that the plates weren't made of gold."

"Aww... That's sweet." said Rita with a chuckle, while the two others looked like they sort of understood what I meant, without totally getting it.

Karen leaned over to Rita, whispering "Who's the last one?"

"Oh... Qatisa or Qetech... it's an old goddess for sex and orgasms." Rita explained with a grin. "So basically, he called us three goddesses of beauty, lust and sex."

I nodded, causing Alice to laugh and give me a shoulder hug. "That have to be one of the strangest compliments that I have ever gotten."

Karen nodded "But a good one."

Rita looked like she was about to say something, but at the same moment the twins came back, so she changed her mind and drank some water instead.

Cyra signed something to Alice, who said, "In a moment, sweetie. Let's finish here first. Then I'll go get the storybook."

Zena shook her head and signed something that involved pointing at me.

Alice lifted her eyebrows and said, "I can ask." Then she looked at me. "They want me to ask you if you could please tell them a story."

Karen chuckled. "Thank God... for a moment I thought that it was Rita's turn to read again."

I ignored the evil look the brown beauty sent Karen and looked at the twins. "I would love to. What kind of story are we talking about?"

Cyra signed something, which Alice translated as "Something with action and fighting."

Zena nodded and smiled at me.

I thought about it and said, "Okay... but we need something to drink, and we have to move over to the sofas, so we're comfortable."

They nodded eagerly and ran into the house so fast, that I had to remind them mentally that I would like cold water or juice and not the sugar things they drank. I had tried those sodas we had bought, and they were way too sweet for me. Almost like drinking liquid honey all by itself.

Having been a traveler in a time where every newcomer in a city or village was expected to at least tell the latest news, hopefully followed by a riveting story, storytelling had been part of my life for a long time indeed, and as I walked over to the sofas by the pool, I thought about what story to tell.

In my mind, I discarded all the epic poems like the Iliad, Gilgamesh or Ramayana: They were too long, too serious, and most of them wouldn't work without an understanding of the culture they were made in.

A story sprang into my mind as I sat down, and while it would demand some explanations along the way, it would not only work, but it would also teach the twins something about mental powers.

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The twins came back with the soda and water and sat down in the chairs, while the three women took the cushions of the sofa and placed them on the tiles, so they could all relax on them.

A moment later Cyra and Zena mimicked them.

I took the glass of water and looked at the twins, lowering my voice. "I will tell you an ancient and magical story. It's so old, that nobody remembers it anymore, but it is rumoured, that whoever understands this story, shall have a happy life... So, listen carefully."

The twins nodded with wide eyes, so I continued. "A long time ago there was a mighty island kingdom in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. To the locals it was known as Baylon, but due to its location, it became known in the rest of the world as Atlantis."

With that introduction, I fell into the role of the storyteller as so many times before and told them the first part of a Baylon story for children, called 'The trials of the Inquisitor".

The Trials is a story that my father used to tell my sister and me and it's basically a moral story that drums up the old Baylon virtues, such as intelligence, learning, self-control, courage, and integrity.

That wasn't the reason that we had loved it and requested it every time we had the chance: We loved it because it had a kick-ass story line, funny quotes, interesting characters, terrible monsters, evil villains, lots of action and lots of Ars Magica, Ars Mentalis and even some Vis, which in my childhood was a mysterious force.

It's also the story that made my old teacher Kaeso Atilus Maximus famous, as the story was about him and some of the adventures he had.

At a glance, the story is quite simple: A group of people disappears while traveling in the Middle Sea, leaving loved ones and relatives to search for them without luck. Since it was done with magic, Inquisitor Captain Kaeso Maximus is called in to investigate and the story follows him, as he goes on to search for the missing people. Along the way, he meets several other people, and they join forces to overcome the evil kidnappers.

However, with all the twist and turns the story takes, it's anything but simple and it's divided into parts, designed to be told one after another.

I told it the same way as my father had done, which included sending subtle mind-images of the scenes in the story to help the listener's imagination along.

The major difference was that, unlike my fathers, my audience didn't know anything about Baylon and what they thought they knew about it from the legend of Atlantis was mostly wrong.

So, I weaved some general knowledge about Baylon (Calling it Atlantis) into the story, keeping it to things they would need to know later on in the story to understand it.

Cyra and Zena loved the story, especially the way mental communication was a natural part of it, and when I described the last battle, they were practically sitting on the edge of their seat, soundlessly cheering as the first bad guy was defeated.

Then they looked disbelieving at me, when the heroes didn't find all the people they had been looking for and prepared to continue their search. "... but that's a story for another day."

Zena signed something while looking a little cloud of thunder.

"She says: You got to be kidding!" Alice translated with a laugh.

Grinning I shook my head "No. I have talked enough for now. You will have to wait with the rest of the story."

Reluctantly they got up.

"< Promise that you will tell us the rest of the story! >" said Cyra in my head.

"< I promise >" I replied and with that they got up and walked away, signing to each other while they walked.

"You..." said Alice as soon as they were gone, "... are one hell of a storyteller!"

"Agreed!" said Karen. "That last battle gave me chills."

Rita nodded in agreement with the other two. "You better continue that story tomorrow, or the twins are not the only ones that, that will get pissed at you."

Holding up my hands in a signal of surrender, I laughed "Easy... I keep my promises."

"Good." Alice said firmly and then grinned. "I assume you stopped because you need up make up the next part of the story."

I shook my head. "No, I didn't make it up. It's the start of a story that my father told me." I paused as I remembered that I was supposed to suffer from amnesia. "Now if I only could remember when and where he told me that, it would be awesome."

"It will come back to you." said Karen softly after a moment's silence. "Just give it time."

Rita flashed me a smile. "And while we wait for that to happen, we will use your body shamelessly!"

I smiled back and winked. "Oh no! How will I ever survive?!"

"You will at least survive until the twins are asleep." Laughed Alice as she stretched, causing a moment of silence, as the rest of us were busy ogling her gorgeous suntanned body.

Rita swallowed something and mumbled, "I'll peel those clothes off with my teeth."

The blonde let her pink tongue run over her upper lip and looked at her. "And I'll enjoy that, but you will have to wait."

"If that's the case," said Karen, as she got to her feet in one fluid move. "I'll go get a condom while the bedroom isn't occupied, because it's starting to sound like I'm alone with Ivan tonight." She winked at me with a smile. "If you don't mind sharing pleasure with me again, of course. I simply have to find out if last night was a fluke or not."

"I would be honoured." I said and watched her as she disappeared into the house.

"Bad boy." Scolded Rita with a grin. "You're turning her attention back to men again."

Alice grinned and poked her. "If he is bad, I don't wanna know good."

"You already do." I said lazily. "All three of you are good, generous lovers, who enjoy giving pleasure as much as you enjoy receiving it." As they both looked at me, I smiled. "Well, you do... That's one of the reasons that the three of you are so close: You all give and receive in equal measures."

Alice blinked in surprise and then smiled. "Well, thank you."

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When the kids were put to bed, we spend some time in the sofas outside, but since Alice and Rita was busy kissing and fondling most of the time, we didn't talk that much. On the other hand, it made for a great and sexy show.

"Enough teasing." Said Karen with a grin after a while. "You two need to get laid, so go!" Her slanted eyes glanced at me. "Ivan and I can stay here, until we're sure that the girls really are asleep."

I nodded. "No problem."

Alice looked happy and confused at the same time. "Are you sure? I mean... "

That was as far as she got because Karen stood up, took hold of Alice's hand and gently, but firmly pulled her to her feet, before giving her a light push in the direction of the door. "Go!"

"Sleep well." Said Rita as she rose from the sofa and dragged Alice along to the house.

I followed them with my eyes as they walked away, enjoying the sight of their firm asses swaying seductively as they walked, and looked at Karen, who looked equally beautiful in her skirt and tight-fitting top, that showed off her hourglass figure to perfection.

Karen must have felt my eyes on her because she looked at me. "Yes?"

"Just admiring the view." I said with a smile. "The three of you are to gorgeous, that I still find it hard to believe that this is not a dream."

She accepted the compliment with a nod, smiled back and sat down in the sofa again, placing her long tanned legs over mine. Since that placed her feet within reach, I started massaging them.

Karen leaned her head against the armrest with a satisfied sigh as I worked her feet over, from time to time going up the calves for a short trip before returning to the feet.

"That is so good." She purred and surprised me by adding. "You're a touch-person, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You like to touch, to feel a woman's skin and body on your skin or against you."

I laughed at that. "Yeah, but that's kind of normal."

To my surprise, she shook her head. "No, it's not. Most guys touch because they're horny and want to make the girl horny as well." She showed her pearly teeth in a smile. "You touch because you like the way it feels. Trust me, when you're at the receiving end of the touch, there's a world of difference."

"If you say so, but I'm not really convinced." I massaged her calves again. "Sharing pleasure is like a journey: You can either hurry through to get to your destination or you can take your time and enjoy the sights." I chuckled as a famous quote popped into my head "A good traveler have no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving."

Karen looked puzzled, but then laughed. "Oh, that's brilliant. Now you're quoting Laozi to me..." She shook her head, making her short black hair wave. "Good thing that you don't live in the states, 'coz, my parents would love you and demand that we got married."

"Oh... hmm... I don't know what to say to that." I said as I let my fingers work the base of her foot.

Karen smiled again. "Nothing, but if push comes to shove... and it probably will, since my mother always seem to know whenever I have done something sexual... I'll just tell her that I met a guy called Bai Bao: A really nice guy, who is a doctor of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Despite her smile, her voice was quivering just a bit and she talked faster than she usually did.

"Sounds like a plan." I said and arched my eyebrows at her "Why are you so nervous, Peach Blossom?"

Taking a deep breath, she said, "Because this feels like a date and I never really had a date that went well."

"Well, I have no idea what you Americans mean by 'going on a date'." I said truthfully. The knowledge from Alice and Rita gave me some vague clues about the general idea, but that was about it. "And frankly, I don't really care. I like sitting here, talking with you, looking at you and touching you." I let my hands wander a little further up her legs. "Don't get me wrong, I do intend to drag your beautiful body into bed at some point and do my best to drive you mad with pleasure, but as I said before, there're no fixed plans, so what happens, happens."

"Just what I needed to hear." She said with a chuckle and in one flowing motion, she was on my lap, straddling me so we sat face to face. "And this is gonna happen... Damn, I want you."

I let my hands slide up her silken thighs as she leaned a bit forward; kissing me with a hunger that surprised me with its intensity.

As my hands moved under her skirt and closed on her buttocks, I found yet another surprise: She must have removed her panties while inside the house, because she was naked under the skirt, giving me unhindered access to everything.

Deciding to take advantage of this, I ran my fingers down the crack of her buttocks before settling on the sensitive skin between the pussy and anus, tickling her slightly.

She moaned into my mouth and pressed her breasts against me as our tongues played.

I enjoyed it tremendously, but eventually pushed her of me as gently as I could.

Her slanted brown eyes looked slightly puzzled as she landed in the sofa beside me. "What?"

"The twins." I reminded her with a grin. "We have to wait a bit."

"Oh God... I had totally forgotten that." She looked at me accusingly, but with a big smile. "You ruined my brain!"

"Well, as you almost ruined my self-discipline, I consider that a fair trade." I said and dragged her legs over mine again, parting them slightly. "Now close your eyes and enjoy this."

"Enjoy what?"

I let my hands answer for me as I started to massage her calves again and moved further up her legs, past the knees to settle on her strong thighs, kneading the muscles.

Karen sighed in satisfaction and when I looked at her face, she had indeed closed her eyes and seemed to be relaxing.

She was stunningly beautiful as she lay there, and I admired her as my hands worked on her legs.

It also occurred to me that I knew next to nothing about her and since we were waiting for the twins to fall asleep, I might as well ask.

"Tell me a little about yourself, Peach."

Karen smiled without opening her eyes. "What do you want to know?"

"Anything you're willing to share."

She chuckled. "Okay... Well, I grew up in San Diego, where my parents still live. I have a younger brother and a younger sister that still lives at home." She hesitated. "Actually, they are my half-siblings. My biological father died in a car accident, before I was even born, and my mother remarried when I was two years old." She opened her eyes and fastened her lovely brown eyes at me. "My biological father was Korean, and my mother remained in contact with his relatives, so I have both a Korean and a Chinese family, but I grew up with my mother and my stepfather is the only father I have ever known."

I had to call up the knowledge from Alice find out where Korea was located, which was right next to China. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

Karen laughed softly. "Well, I like it and my families thinks it's okay... but plenty of people doesn't."

"Ignore them." I stated with a smile and slid a hand along her soft inner thighs.

She inhaled sharply and was silent for a moment, before she said, "May I ask you some personal questions?"

"Sure... and I'll even reply if I remember the answer."

"Oh yeah... I keep forgetting that you can't remember anything."

"Just ask... It might help." I suggested.

"Okay." She paused. "How old are you?"

Considering that baylons and humans aged differently and that my real age would sound like a joke, there was no way I would answer that question, so I just said. "Can't remember."

"When's your birthday?"