Gifted Bk. 01 Ch. 00

You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or sex between two males offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in.

This story is about an 18/yo boy struggling with the gifts that he possesses, and trying to find out where he fits in a modern day society.

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Gifted: Book One

Soul Mates

Prologue: Moving

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They say we only use ten percent of our brain capacity, and that could we ever tap into the other ninety percent we could do wondrous things. My family, on my father's side, doesn't have that problem. Since before I was born, I have been able to feel my parents around me. I felt their love, the longing for me to arrive, but also a fear from my father that was distant, but there none the less. I didn't understand it, I didn't understand anything that early in life, but I do remember it.

You see among other things, I was gifted with an eidetic memory unlike any other (except for the other men in my family.) My father was afraid of that, and had hoped it would skip me. My father's side of the family has had a number of these gifts for as long as we can remember, going all the way back to the dark ages, and then some. My father suspected it a couple of months before my birth that I would have it but he wasn't sure until after I was born.

Because of my awareness I didn't really cry a lot. About the only time I would cry was when I got hurt or something, but I didn't cry if I merely wanted something. When I was hungry I projected a thought of the food I wanted into my parents' minds, my Mom was freaked out the first time I did that to her, but Dad knew it was coming. I couldn't speak to them per se, but I could send images, and feelings. However, I was fully talking in sentences by the time was fourteen months old. I would pick up on the meanings of the words they were using, and eventually figured out how the words fit into place. I really freaked Mom out when I said "Mommy" after only two months.

The real spearhead of my development was my father. He knew exactly where I was coming from, because he had gone though the same thing when he grew up. He was able to help me to shut it off when I wanted to be alone, which wasn't very often when I was young. He taught me how to block other people out, mainly him, and also how to keep my thoughts to myself.

I started school when I was four years old. School was both a blessing and a curse. On one hand I made straight A's. I could see the complex formulas and rules and the why and the how that they worked straight from the teacher's mind, the way the teacher understood them. It was a breeze!

On the other hand, I had to deal with hundreds of other students. Which isn't so bad… it was worse from first through to about fifth. Most of the time unless I pry (and Dad taught me to never do that because it was an invasion) I only got snippets of thought. You see, the only time someone broadcasts their thoughts is when the thought it is tied to emotion. A bully pissed off at someone, a happy couple talking in the courtyard, the whole class when they're taking a test! On those days I have to close off just to concentrate. I could have easily skipped several grades and been in college now, but my Dad wanted me to have an ordinary child (well as ordinary as I could).

My name is Josh. I'm now eighteen years old, a senior. I stand about five foot ten and the last time I was on the scales, I weighed in at around one-eighty-five. I just started working out last year, but I don't want to "bulk up", I like a nice tone body. I think I look pretty good, and so do most of the girls I walk past. I have ice blue eyes and shoulder length light brown hair.

I have two younger sisters, Adria is fifteen, and Kim is eight, and a baby brother, Danny just thirteen months. The gifts only pass through the males in my family, but it has skipped on Danny. Boy did it pass on Danny! He is the fussiest, loudest kid I think I've ever seen. Mom gets upset at the fact that Dad and I can calm him down in a few seconds, and we always know what he wants when he cries. It was like that with my sisters too. The rest of the family is OK with mine and our father's gifts. The girls have grown up with it and Mom, although a bit annoyed at us at times, accepted it before she married my father.

We have just moved to a new town. I had a major girl problem back home, to the point Dad decided to move. Dad is a lawyer, a pretty good one too. As you can imagine he has a little bit of an unfair advantage. He knows how far to push as to not give away his secret. He has never lost a case in seventeen years. His boss had a good friend who ran a law firm in Charleston, South Carolina. After a call and an interview Dad got the job with ease and here we are in this small town called Goose Creek, funny name right.

Anyway, the reason we had to move started at the beginning of the school year. We had only been going to school for just one week. It was a Monday morning. I had a good number of friends that I hung out with, but I usually kept to myself most of the time, it's easier to study without all the other random thoughts. Generally, everybody came to school an hour early and just hung out. It was like a pre-period to school in which to relax and be with friends. I was talking to John and Willy, two friends of mine, about how much of an idiot one of our teachers was, all of a sudden a terrible pain shot out from someone to the north.

It can't be!!! I don't understand!!! Why!! Over and over again, in between sobs. It was a girl's mind that was screaming. I could hear it from all the way across the school.

I excused myself from my friends, giving some lame excuse, and went to see what the problem was. I found her under the north staircase. It was Jessica Maynard, one of the most beautiful girls in the school. Long blond hair, beautiful green eyes, a fabulous figure, and a rack that was just big enough to strain fabric. I had passed by her many times in the hall on my way to my AP classes. She always smiled at me and I got the distinct impression that given the right situation she would love to get to know me. However, I was the kind of geeky, preppy, smart kid and she was the star cheerleader, athletic female jock that just would never move in the same circles as me. Not to mention that everybody knew that she was dating the captain of the swim team, James Mason.

Well, she was sitting on her knees on the floor, with her arms folded loosely around her stomach. Although she was trying her hardest to not seem upset, it was clear from her body language and her face, not to mention her thoughts that were getting louder as I got closer. I also realized that anger was mixed in with the pain. I walked up to her, pushing calming emotion towards her.

"Hey, Jessica, What's up? You OK?"

She looked up, shocked, as recognition set in, "Y…You're Joshua, r...right?" Her mood immediately changed, almost to one of embarrassment. I'm not sure if it was from being caught on the verge of tears, or from the emotion I was trying to send.

I smiled, "My mother calls me Joshua, my friends call me, Josh"

That really got her blushing. OMG, I can't believe I'm…. I got with a rush of joy from her, and then she leapt up and grabbed me. Hugging me as if we had been best friends for years and she laid her head on my shoulder and began to weep openly. As she cried, the sadness came crashing back but not nearly as bad, thanks to my, still exuding, calming. I can't believe it, like a knight in shining armor. After about a minute of sobs her emotions finally came into check.

Still sobbing, although I know there is no more need for it, "James just broke up with me… I'm… I'm not sure why but right now, I feel completely safe in your arms." At first I wasn't sure what was going on, her emotions were just all over the place a few minutes ago and now she was calm but still sobbing. She was putting up an act for me, and I wasn't sure why.

Then it all became very clear. I felt it Moments before she pressed her lips to mine. The overwhelming lust seeping into my head from her was intoxicating.

"I've wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you!" She whispered in my ear. I don't know why, but she had just chosen her replacement boyfriend (in less than thirty minutes). I had been out with a couple of girls before, but I had not really had a steady girlfriend yet. I had never felt this kind of emotional strength from anyone before. The rest of that day is a blur to me now, but I know that I did not remain in school.

We ended up at her house. No one was home, and we ran to her room. I remember her throwing me up against the wall and practically ripping off my clothes. I had never been so turned on in all my life. She undid my belt and flung open the zipper on my jeans, thumbed my boxers and jeans to the floor, and 'Ooooed,' as she found what she was looking for. I could do nothing but just stand there and let it happen. The feral lust exuding from her was unlike anything I had ever felt. I was mesmerized and in heaven as I reached out and grabbed her hair massaging her head.

I couldn't believe this was happening. She came back up, minus her cloths, and took my virginity in animalistic throws of passion. Only in my wildest fantasies had I ever thought I would be doing this. A part of me was saying this was wrong, too fast and too sudden, but the animal in me, or maybe it was in her, was in charge now.

I was in such bliss. And so was she. "Oh Josh!" So Good! Her thoughts were spurring me on. I could feel the explosion building in her. It was weird, I knew how my orgasm felt, but I could feel her building and it started me building. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" A bit of curiosity hit me then and I opened up a link to her so she could feel my feelings too. …FUCK! Her eyes shot open at the new sensation, staring at me with a look of total rapture.

"Oh Fuck!" I heard us say in unison. But that wasn't all, we breathed in unison panted in unison, and moaned in unison. Somehow I had linked us in a way that we were just one person feeling as one, speaking as one, and about to explode as one!

My knees buckled and we slid down the wall to the floor. We had our heads on each other's shoulders, with tears streaming down our faces as one of the most powerful orgasm of either of our lives washed over us from head to toe.

The next thing I remember I opened my eyes to see her still lying against me, her head on my shoulders. She was snoring lightly, her breathing shallow.

"Jessica!" I whispered as I ran my fingers on her delicate back.

She began to stir, "Mmm…Hi, stud." As she pulled back her head and smiled

"You were pretty damn hot you're self"

"Ha…that was the most awesome fuck I've ever had. Where did you learn that technique you used that at the end?"

Oh my God! I had forgotten what I had done. I can't believe that, rapped up in the moment, I had invaded her mind. Luckily she thinks it was some positional thing I did. Thank god! I almost broke the #1 rule, and for what? A little roll in the hay?

"Uhh…It's an ancient family secret, passed from father to son," I said with a smile in my best oriental accent.

For the next three hours we did things I had never thought of doing! Then, it was getting late, about four o'clock, and her mother would be home in an hour. She said she wanted to talk about us, but our time was running out, so she asked if we could meet early the next morning to talk. I was still in a state euphoria from losing my virginity in the most spectacular way imaginable, so I said sure. I took a quick shower to clean all the sex off of me and left.

The walk home, however, was aggravating to say the least. The events of the day slowly started to settle and the absurdity of what had happened to me was starting to piss me off. How could I have allowed a girl that I barely knew in passing, as beautiful as she may be, to seduce me like that? Had she manipulated me? I didn't want a relationship to start like this. I had blown off school, I'm sure Mom and Dad would get a call about that. What was I going to tell them? 'Yea, this hot girl dragged me to her house and fucked my brains out!!'

On one hand, this day had been any eighteen-year-old's dream come true. On the other hand, I not only had sex with a girl I hardly knew, multiple times, but I did it with no protection. I'm smarter than this!

I decided that I would play it cool. If my parents did get a call, how could they begrudge their son one missed day of school in twelve years? They will probably be glad I'm doing something normal for a change. I was defiantly breaking it off with Jessica tomorrow. I felt cheap and used. I know what you're thinking… Damn man, you just had some awesome sex, with a hot girl that wants to continue having sex with you! Well to me it felt as though I had just been raped! Somehow her emotions had overpowered me, and I couldn't stop myself. I felt… dirty!

Well, to cut a long story short, (too late right) she didn't like the fact that I didn't want to continue the relationship, and began stalking me. I finally told Dad, after a couple of weeks of this, of my exploits, without all the detail, with Jessica and how her emotions overpowered me. He also helped me learn how to shut out strong emotions so that won't happen again. He also admonished me for the unprotected sex, but that he understood that I didn't exactly have any control over the ordeal. We agreed that Mom shouldn't know about this, just one of many things that me and Dad kept as personal secrets.

Her stalking got so bad she started coming over to the house to "talk" to me. The last straw was when she threatened my youngest sister one day when she dropped by. Dad started looking for work elsewhere, and we moved to South Carolina. None of us kids liked the idea of moving, especially with school already started, but everyone wanted to get away from psycho-bitch. My sisters, although they didn't know the sex part of it, still knew that the move had something to do with me and my screw up.

They were not happy with me at all right now.

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