Carson Evolved Ch. 09

"That's what I thought," smirked Sam, as Cara relaxed.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," said Carson. "Now, I have a question, Cara. When Corinne and I came in for breakfast this morning, you seemed shocked to see her. Do you know Corinne from somewhere?"

Shaking her head, Cara bit her lip, trying to figure out how to say what she needed to say without sounding crazy. She was still struggling to understand what she'd experienced overnight. "No," she said with a sigh, "But it's related to why I wanted to talk with you two this morning. The last time I was here, Carson, you said that you had the power to read minds? Is that right?"

Carson nodded and sent a thought to her: I can send messages, too.

"Oh!" exclaimed Cara. "I didn't believe it, but I guess seeing is believing. Or, hearing, in this case. Thinking? I'm so confused."

"Relax," soothed Sam. "You'll get used to it, and Carson is big on maintaining your privacy. He's not rooting around in your head to see your deepest darkest secrets."

Cara visibly relaxed after hearing that. "I, uh, I've done a few things that I'm not exactly proud of. Not really ashamed, but maybe a little bit regretful."

"Your past is in the past," assured Carson. "Was that it?"

"Not even close," murmured Cara. "What I'm about to say is going to sound crazy, but I swear it's true. Last night, when you and Corinne were...well, doing what comes naturally, I had a dream that was so real." She paused and took a deep breath. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear that I was sharing your body or looking through your eyes or something."

Carson frowned. "You mean you were envisioning us having sex? You and me?"

"Mmm, no," she replied with a shake of her head. "I mean..." She paused to collect herself, then said, "I mean, it was like I was fucking Corinne."

Sam and Carson looked at each in confusion. Clearing her throat, Sam asked, "Did you know Corinne before this morning?"

"That's the weird thing. Well, it's all pretty weird, but in my dream, I didn't recognize her. Mila was there, uh, holding her breasts while I was between her legs. I felt like I had a cock, and it was in her pussy."

"Did you like it?" Sam asked with an evil grin.

"Sam!" exclaimed Cara. After a moment she grinned back and said, "Yeah, it was pretty hot. I mean, I've used toys with other girls before..."

"Let's hear a little more about that," interrupted Carson with a grin.

"That wouldn't bother you?" asked Cara, skeptically.

"No, and I'll tell you why. First of all, I'm a guy. And there's something fascinating to most of us about watching women make love to each other. I think it has something to do with different styles, like it's softer and more loving. Maybe it's just twice the bare flesh, I don't know.

"But second, I've recently been told that I'm not enough to keep up with everyone all the time. It makes me feel better about my life if I know that my lovers are helping each other when I can't meet their needs, instead of getting upset and maybe finding another man to scratch an itch. I'm learning that I can put up with a lot of stuff, but I'm not interested in sharing. I guess that makes me a hypocrite of the first order, but I'll wear the title proudly before I'll accept sharing. I'm not forcing anyone to be here."

Sam smirked at Carson and said to Cara, "He's being a little overly dramatic. It's not something that happens a whole lot; it just surprised him when he found out that it happens at all. Now, let's get back to what we were discussing before we got sidetracked," she said with a glare in Carson's direction. "You dreamed that you were having sex with a strange woman, as a man, and Mila was there?" Cara nodded.

"Was there anything else?"

"I...uh...this is hard—difficult!" she quickly amended. She blew a breath out in a sigh of resignation. "In my dream, when we were having sex, and it came time to...finish...as soon as I started to cum in her, I woke up in bed in the midst of a real orgasm."

Looking at Carson, Sam asked, "Was Mila there with Corinne like she described?" Carson barely nodded, he was so stunned to hear Cara describing what had happened so accurately.

Thoughtfully, Sam asked, "So when Corinne walked in this morning and you recognized her, that must have been a big shock."

Cara nodded. "I thought I was going crazy for a second." She looked at Carson. "Is this another power of yours? You said that you and Sam were holding some things back before."

Carson swallowed and shook his head. "This is a new one. But I did figure out a couple of things earlier last night. I don't have to be looking at someone to send them a message, like we thought before. Last night, I was walking by...your bedroom, actually," he said, looking at Cara thoughtfully, "When I had this sensation that I thought of as strands of silk on my brain. I realized that I'd felt something like that before, when I first met you. I didn't recognize it then because I was too distracted by how sexy you looked walking towards us."

Giggling, Cara replied, "I'm glad you appreciated it. I used to love wearing that dress to go out, but it'd been so long, I wasn't even sure I could still pull it off."

Reaching over to take her hand, Carson said, "Trust me. You were working it hard."

Sam rolled her eyes and said, "I'm think at this point she's a sure thing, Casanova. How 'bout we get back on track, again?"

Cara blushed and smiled when Carson shrugged and winked at her, like I can't help it.

Picking the story back up, he said, "Once I realized that I'd felt it before, I wondered if it was something that I could sense and distinguish. Long story short, I can 'tune in' to any frequency of a person that I've had sexual contact with. I can speak to someone in the house from down by the pond, but that might be about my limit. Mila was faint in my head."

"Down by the pond!" exclaimed Sam. "That's got to be a quarter of a mile or more! That's fantastic!"

Smiling, Carson said, "I thought you'd be impressed. But I was thinking that it might be important for your research. I started wondering if maybe everyone has a default frequency or something, that only people with the right equipment to receive it will pick up on. I'm not sure if I'm explaining it in a way that makes sense, but I could tell which signal belonged to which woman; I could even tell that Mila got excited by my order for her to light some candles in my bedroom. But Henry and the rest of the staff members were like white noise."

Sam was giving his theory a lot of thought. "I think I understand what you're saying, and at first blush, it seems like a reasonable hypothesis. I don't know how we could test it, though."

"Actually," he said, "I have an idea on that. You and I have had a reaction, and so have Cara and I. But I've had sexual contact with both of you. But your mom and I haven't done anything more than skin contact, and we know there was a reaction between us, too. Wouldn't a good experiment be to see if I can 'tune in' to her frequency without us being intimate?"

Without hesitation, Sam exclaimed, "That's a great idea." She paused and looked at Carson skeptically. "Are you sure that you don't know more about your powers than you're letting on? Because it would really speed things along if you'd just tell us what you're capable of."

Carson held his hands up in surrender. "I swear, I'm just making it up as I go."

"Well, I'll let it go this time. But I'm keeping my eye on you, Mr. Jayne," chided Sam.

Cara leaned over and whispered, "Just so you know, I'm keeping my eye on you too, but for completely different reasons."

Carson couldn't help but laugh, and the irritated look on Sam's face at being left out of the joke made him laugh even harder. When Cara picked up on it, she started laughing too. Finally, an exasperated Sam threw her hands up and stormed away, saying, "I'm going to go call my dad and set up the experiment," leaving Carson and Cara snickering as she walked away.

Finally, the pair wound down and sat looking at each other somewhat awkwardly. Carson found her beauty intoxicating, but with the new revelations about their connection, he was also intrigued by the possibilities of what could happen between them. Clearly, there was something special happening here. Still, she had just left a marriage, happy or not, and he was reluctant to push her too far, too fast.

Cara was likewise contemplating her recent experiences with Carson, and what that could mean for them in the future. Unlike Carson, though, she was more than ready to focus on the immediate future. As her thoughts turned in that direction, though, she was shocked to find that her body went from sedate to primed in a flash. As she relished the feeling, she began to sense an odd pulsation in her mind. Before she had time to fully examine the feeling, though, it 'locked in,' as she would later describe it.

Carson knew when it happened because there was suddenly an unfamiliar connection in his mind, one he hadn't initiated but immediately recognized as Cara's signal. His eyes widened as he asked, "Did you just initiate a connection with me?"

"I don't know what I just did; I don't have any control of it. But I feel like we're connected somehow," she replied.

Frowning, Carson contemplated what it could mean. He felt connected to Cara, but the feeling was different than the more familiar connections he formed with his lovers. This felt steadier, but much, much stronger. His eyes widened as he began to feel new possibilities. A smile came over his face, which concerned Cara.

"What are you thinking, Carson?"

"I was thinking that this could be a lot of fun. Are you interested in experimenting a little bit? We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

She smiled at him and slyly asked, "Are you propositioning me, Mr. Jayne? I am a married woman, after all. It wouldn't be proper for us to behave in such an unseemly manner."

Confused and concerned, Carson immediately began to backpedal. "Of course," he stammered. "You're right, it's too soon. I'm sorry for..."

Holding up a hand, Cara said, "Stop. I was just playing around." Leaning over, she took his hand and said, "I should have known a man like you would never take advantage of me like that. I'm sorry that I made you feel guilty. Forgive me?"

Surprised, Carson said, "Of course. I just don't want you to think that I'm only trying to get you into bed. I care about you, more than makes sense, if I'm honest. I mean, we don't know each other that well, but I feel like we're meant to be together, somehow."

Smiling in happiness, Cara replied, "I feel the same way, Carson. It's kind of scary, but in the good way that feels like falling in love."

"That's a great way to put it," he agreed.

"Now," she said, "What were you thinking about before I sidetracked us?"

"I don't knooow," he said, airily. "After all, you are a married woman."

She had the grace to laugh at that, saying, "I completely deserved that."

Carson said, "This connection we have, it feels different to me. One of the things we've held back from you is that when my lover, uh, 'ingests' some of my semen, my mind forms a kind of connection to them. Through it, I get the sense of what she needs."

"What do you mean?" she asked, intrigued.

"Well, as you know, different women like things harder or softer, faster or slower. Some women really like breast play, but others are too sensitive to really enjoy it. This woman might like missionary position, but another might prefer being taken from behind. All of that stuff—I just know what to do."

"Are you telling me that you're a perfect lover?" she asked.

Always uncomfortable building himself up like that, he hesitated. "I don't know about that. I can do what a woman wants in the moment. But 'perfect' might encompass things I don't have any control over, like the way I look or the size of my penis."

Cara chuckled at his clear discomfort at being praised. "You are a lawyer, aren't you? Carson, if you can give your lover what she wants, then in that moment, you're perfect. There's more than one 'perfect' because every time is unique, despite the similarities."

Carson looked at her, momentarily stunned. "Are you sure you're not a lawyer? Because that was a pretty compelling argument, Counselor," he said, causing Cara to blush.

"You're not a woman, Carson. To us, that seems intuitive. Do guys not want different experiences with their lovers?" she asked.

He thought about it and answered, "We do, but I think we probably stick to a style or routine that we think works for our partner. Our desire for 'different' probably runs more along the lines of different partners more than doing different stuff with the same."

"Not that you need it," she said, "But a word of free advice: Keep experimenting with every lover. No one benefits if the bedroom is boring."

"I'll keep that in mind," he said. "So, back to what I was saying about this connection of ours. It feels different to me."

"How so?" she asked.

He grinned evilly. "I think I'll leave that for a surprise for now. But if you're up to try some stuff, I have some ideas."

It was Cara's turn to grin. She said, "The two best sexual experiences I've had in the last five years at least mostly happened in my dreams. I'm definitely ready to try some stuff that I might remember."

Standing up, Carson offered her his hand. "Well, let's see what we see, then." He led her towards his bedroom, calling mentally for Sam to meet them there. Along the way, he asked Cara how she'd feel about Sam observing their experiment.

She smirked at him and said, "I don't mind an audience anyway. But since this is for science, how could I possibly refuse?"

"It won't be too awkward if your niece sees you in an intimate situation?" he asked, curious to see how she'd respond in light of the vision he'd pulled from her head.

Cara shook her head. Pulling him to a stop, she said, "Carson? I've seen and done a lot of stuff, sexually. I experimented a lot of ways, and I don't think I have that many lines I won't cross. Sam's a beautiful woman, and our relationship has always been more sister-sister than aunt-niece. We've shared a lot of stories with each other, and there've been a couple of times when we came pretty close to experimenting with each other, I think. Does that make you uncomfortable with me?"

Carson smiled and shook his head. "Are you seriously asking me if the thought that two of the hottest women I've ever laid eyes on having sex with each other turns me off because they're related? The taboo makes it hotter."

Leaning in, she lowered her voice and said, "Don't tell Sam, but I've wanted to have a threesome with her for a long time. Before my hu...Stephen's accident, I was thinking about surprising him by trying to get her in bed with us."

Keeping his voice low, Carson fixed her with his gaze and said, "We've got plenty of time to fulfill all of your fantasies. But I'm going to be especially anxious to see if that one happens."

"I don't know," she teased. "I've got a lot of fantasies. I'm not sure we have that much time."

"For a woman like you?" he replied, "I'll make time."

They continued to the bedroom to find Sam waiting on them. "What's going on?" she asked.

"Cara and I have discovered a new connection to one another, and we're going to run some experiments," said Carson. "I thought you might want to observe."

"Excellent," she replied, taking a seat in Carson's favorite chair.

Suddenly nervous, Cara asked, "What should I do?"

Carson smiled and reassured her that she had nothing to be afraid of. He had her lay on the bed, fully clothed, with her eyes closed. "Now," he said, "I'm going to test a theory of mine. I'm not going to touch you, and I want you to just relax and keep your eyes closed. And no matter what, keep your hands at your sides. Okay?" Cara nodded her understanding and closed her eyes.

Turning to Sam, he said, "Your job is to make sure that I don't move from this spot. If this works, Cara is not going to believe that I haven't moved. You're my witness." Sam nodded and Carson turned his attention to the woman on the bed.

Visualizing the connection they'd formed earlier, he followed the connection back into her mind. Similar to when he'd first glimpsed into her mind the night they'd met, Carson found himself in a room filled with switches and data readouts. Unlike the bridge of a star ship, however, this was more like the images he'd seen of a control room in a power plant. That alone was partial confirmation of his theory, but he wanted further proof.

Scanning the various dials and levers, he found what he was looking for. Tweaking the setting, he raised the sensitivity of Cara's nipples and clit. He saw the effect his adjustment had on the readout in front of him, but he heard her surprised gasp as her nipples suddenly stiffened and a burning itch began in her crotch.

Mentally, Carson moved on to motor control. The visual he had for this station was that the operator was suspended in a 3-D sensor array, which allowed the operator to manipulate the parts of the body as if they were their own. In a way, that made sense, since the operator in any other event would be Cara. Carson stepped into the field and immediately felt the connection to Cara's limbs. Opening his eyes in real life, he mentally lifted Cara's right arm and was pleased to see her arm actually move. This is going to be good, he thought, very pleased with the possibilities.

Taking control again, Carson proceeded to use Cara's hands to pull the hem of her shirt up and over her breasts, exposing the ivory lace bra that cupped her soft breasts. Subconsciously, Carson heard the rapid intake of breath from Sam's side of the room, but he couldn't spare the attention. Feeling what was happening, Cara was trying to follow his instructions to keep her arms at her sides and was fighting him for control. It was taking some effort to maintain his hold.

Through force of will, Carson managed to cause Cara's hands not only to pull her bra up, releasing her twins, but they then began kneading and squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipples roughly. Through his connection, Carson sensed that he no longer needed to maintain control of her arousal levels, as she was rapidly exceeding his settings on her own.

Carson longed to join her in the bed, but he couldn't abandon the experiment. He was warming to the idea of this kind of control, and his cock was as hard as he'd ever been. Shifting his attention to her lower body, Carson moved her hands to the waist of the leggings she'd worn to breakfast. He didn't bother having her remove them, only intent on getting her hands into skin-to-skin contact with her vaginal region. Cara gasped as her fingertips brushed against her swollen vulva and clit. She could feel her lubrication seeping from her lips, and it wasn't long before she felt her fingertips sliding through the stream before returning to massaging her over-sensitive bits.

With one hand, Carson used Cara's hands to massage her clit in a circular pattern, occasionally dipping down for more lubricant. With her other hand, he began to plunge first one finger, then two and three fingers into her pussy, taking advantage of the copious stream of liquid trailing from between her lips. He brought the hand that had just been plunging its fingers into her pussy up to her mouth. Without any action from Carson, her lips parted and she began to lick and suck the juices from her fingers.