The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 04

"Was he preying on the coeds?" I asked, my first impression a negative thought, though I didn't know why I thought that way. I had so little information about my father.

"Actually, most of the information I've found is he helped significantly in women's shelters. Protecting and helping women that had been victims of rape or other crimes." Alyssa stated factually, and waited for my response.

"For how long? How long before he died, did he have a shift of conscience?" I asked not willing to give my father the benefit of the doubt.

"Pretty much from the time he left your mother, he traveled around campuses and helped scarred young women." Alyssa said cooly, just stating facts.

"That is unexpected," I said.

"I think your opinions of your father are classic projection, Jeremiah." Alyssa said in her counselor voice, "and you need to stop blaming yourself, and thinking that the power two seemingly share is an evil thing."

My initial reaction was anger, and I picked up my plate and shoveled in a mouthful of food. I chewed slowly, letting my emotion calm as I considered her words. She wasn't wrong, I always seemed to put my powers in a box labeled "Danger". I was often thinking that my actions ruined the women that surrounded me, women that I loved. They were all treasures, the opposite of ruined. But wasn't it just luck, that my selfishness didn't produce horrible results. I started cycling more, and realized that Alyssa was waiting me out.

"Okay, Doctor," I said with a grin, hoping to lighten the suddenly heavy mood.

I gazed around and Lexi was looking at me with fascination. Carmen was flicking her eyes between me and Alyssa, while Kelly ate quietly, almost lost in her own thoughts, having read most of the same papers that Alyssa did she already knew the story.

"I confess that I do cast the use of my ability in a bad light." I stated as I put together the peices of the past six weeks. "

I also admit, looking back, that I've used it more for good purposes than for ill-intended selfish means. However, I had you around to keep me honest though. Each of you, Carmen, Lexi, Kelly. All of you make me want to make the best decisions."

"And you father had your mother around. And his second wife, who we know little about." Alyssa explained, "From what Tommy says, your mother loved Sammie, they were all entangled like we are. It's possible, J, that your father was trying to use his abilities for good. In a very specific way."

"What specific way?" I asked the implied question.

"Glad you asked," Aly smiled, "It goes back to the major part of your father's fortune. He received a lump sum that more or less equals what you just inherited upon his father's death. Ask me when your grandfather died."

I thought for a moment, trying to piece together the puzzle Aly was presenting, "Before my parents split up." I guessed.

"Right," Alyssa smiled, "Now ask me why?"

I chewed on the question, she didn't really want me to ask her. She wanted me to tell her, and I slowly worked through the answer.

"To protect me," I said, and as I spoke the words, I knew it to be true. My father was protecting me and my mother, keeping knowledge of us away from his family, or whatever my grandfather was involved in.

"He never spent any of your grandfather's money, Jeremiah," Alyssa said, "He lived off the money from spare jobs, and temporary work. He had access to a fortune, and never touched it. We need to find out why."

I nodded, "And soon, because we've touched it, we moved some, and with that money moving, they people that hold that money will wonder who's moving it."

Alyssa nodded, and then handed me a bound leather notebook, "That is your father's notebook, diary, sketchbook. He didn't write much, but he kept putting things in there for the 14 years he was out of your life."

She leaned forward and flipped through some pages, "Do these look familiar?" She asked pointing to graphs with notes scribbled in my father's hand.

"Mortality curves," I said in a hushed tone, "Just like I described to you," I leaned closer and read some of his notes, "He lacks your specificity, but he's close."

"Yeah, it looks like trial and error, pointing to the very first rough graph" said Alyssa, "Did you see the initials? K - that's Katie, I think, you mother's. Then there is S - Sammie? Much more detailed, and many more observations."

I turned the page, and saw that he had pages of graphs of many others, over months, years... Some had wicked curves that would have had to have been altered, and sketches of corrections, and notes about the initialed girls.

"He was undoing things," I said, "Fixing things that had gotten messed up, and I don't think he did the damage."

Alyssa shook her head, "No it looks like he was repairing someone else's damage. Though I think, much like you, he acted out of impulse at first. I think you are your father's son, Jeremiah. And you should be proud of that."

I felt a lump in my throat as I looked through my dad's notes. The worn pages filling in the gaps of my lack of knowing my father. My mother never spoke in detail, when she started to, she always had a guarded look as she talked to me, then changed the subject. She never spoke bad of him, but never gave me any details, she always reminded me, "Your father loves you very much, never forget that, Jeremiah."

"We're missing something, though," I said looking up to Alyssa. "Who broke these girls? We need to get to Montana and open that box," Alyssa said, "It has to have more clues."

"We should get the financials to Uncle Thomas," I said, "Maybe he can track the money, the corporations that held the funds?"

"You two are crazy," Carmen said, "We need to stay away from this stuff. We're all in college, we have no idea what we're getting into. This is beginning to sound dangerous. Can't we call the police?"

"And tell them what, Carmen?" Alyssa asked, "We are only piecing together parts of the puzzle because of what we know of Jeremiah's ability. The police need evidence to move on anything. Do you know what the government or military would do if they found out what Jeremiah was capable of? We can't tell anyone, no one that we don't inherently trust."

I sat quietly thumbing through my father's notes, feeling I was getting to know him more. I also thought about what Alyssa said, regarding people finding out about my ability. I'd been using my powers selfishly, but had focused on doing good. What about others like me that we're doing it for other reasons. Crime. Military. Intelligence.

"None of you signed up for this," I said quietly, "I can fix you all, and make you right, then go fight this myself."

A chorus of dissent arose before I finished my sentence. I looked up surprised, all of them were drawing near, and touching me, and consoling me.

Lexi spoke, "Mmas.. I mean, Jeremiah, we are stronger together. We can't be torn apart. You remember how it felt when we were apart, I can't do that again, not ever."

"For as fucked up as this crazy story is," Carmen said, "I'm all in with all of you, if we can't trust the pigs, then we got this. At the very least I'll have some wicked stories to tell while making tamales."

Kelly leaned and kissed me on the cheek, "J, I just found out I'm carrying your child. I relate more to your mother, than your father. I don't want to be apart from you, but I want this baby to be safe, and free from the past. I'll do anything now to assure that future. I hope this baby grows up to be a man like you."

"Okay," I said with more confidence, "What do we need to do first."

"We'll need an RV," Carmen said with a wicked grin.

Alyssa nodded, "Perfect!" and leaned towards Carmen and Lexi and started planning what supplies we needed.

Kelly hugged me tight, and whispered in my ear, "J, can we go downstairs, alone?" then moved to kiss me, softly biting my lower lip as she captured my eyes, "I need you, lover."

I slipped out of my chair, and took Kelly's hand lifting her to her feet, "We'll be downstairs, when you three are done planning." I said excusing us.

Carmen and Lexi, barely lifted their heads, and Aly looked at me and smiled, "Save a little bit for me please?" before diving back in and grabbing a notebook and making a list. It kind of turned me on not knowing if she was talking to me, or to Kelly.

I led Kelly down the stairs, and then showed her the way to the bed, pulling her close at the foot of it, and kissing her deeply. My fingers and hands made quick of her clothes, then stepping back, I commanded, " Get on the bed, spread your legs apart."

"Yes, Master," Kelly laughed as she scooted back until her head was on the pillows.

"You don't have to call me that," I said as I undressed, glad that Carmen and made all the bondage stuff disappear.

"I kind of like it in the bedroom,maybe not as much as Lexi does" Kelly purred with a wink as I kneed naked up onto the bed, and crawled between her open thighs, my hands moving under her round bottom and lowering my mouth to her blond muff.

"Oh, yes... Master," Kelly coed again in a giggle, that turned to a deep moan of need as my tongue worked past her pubic hair and pressed against her clit. Her hips lifted as my mouth opened and I sealed my lips around her lips, sucking deeply as my tongue cleaved between them tasting her arousal.

"Ohmmnn, FUCK, your tongue is magic," Kelly enthused, "I remember the first night, you wouldn't fuck me until you tasted me... you still like how I taste, lover?"

"MMmmmhmmm!" I murmured as my mouth kissed and sucked, my tongue plunging deeply into her slit, feeling her arousal coat my tastebuds as I licked, sucked and swallowed. She tasted so good, her pussy was flowing easily as I stimulated every fold of her cunt.

Kelly combed her fingers through my hair, it was getting longer than when we first met, and she curled her fingers, gripping a handful of my hair and pulling me into her sex, as he hips rolled and lifted, rubbing her pussy on my nose and chin as my lips and tongue continually lapped at her treasure box.

"I want your cock, J, please?" Kelly cooed as she lifted my head.

I pressed my hands down and pushed up, lifting my knees until I squatted on my haunches between her outstretched feet. She looked at my cock as it bounced from the movement, and moved her hands to grip it in both palms. Her soft touch made me shiver as she shifted her body, her legs swiveling as her head snaked forward, taking my head between her lips, she groaned at the taste.

"You taste like Lexi, a little bit," she purred as she sucked on just the bulbous head her lips sealed behind the crown as he tongue lapped at my slit, winding around and coating the head with her saliva. She sucked and pushed her head down as my fingers combed through her golden locks, collecting her tresses in one fist, and looking down to watch her worship my cock.

She wriggled her neck as forced as much of the head into the back of her throat until she gagged slightly, then slowly moved back with a hard suction. It felt like she was trying to suck my cum out of my balls. One hand lifted and cupped my balls, as her mouth pulled away from the head. she stroked my shaft with her other hand lifting it up as she sunk her head down, looking up at me as she sucked one of my testicles into her mouth. She shifted back and forth sucking carefully at my sensitive balls, stroking my cock to full stiffness, then moved back to suck my cock inside again.

I gripped her head, and took over, holding her head as my hips drove my cock into her mouth. She locked her mouth part way open, and just hummed as I fucked her mouth. She groaned as my cock slid in and out, wet sounds echoed as I firmly fucked her mouth and throat, her blue eyes locked on mine as I looked down at the sexy blonde totally in my control.

I pulled her head back, and then pushed her shoulders back, she squealed in delight as her feet swung back around, and then spread apart under me, as I kneed forward between her thighs. I reached down to grip my shaft, and plugged her open glistening cunt hole with my swollen and spit-slicked head. I found her eyes, and drove home.

Her eyes widened, then closed as her head fell back at the intrusion of my cock. Then she re-opened them, her blue eyes slits of needful lust, "Hard, J, fuck me hard... use me, take me, hammer me, I'm yours... own me," Kelly babbled as I started a quick rhythm. Her words only fueled me to hammer harder.

I leaned over her, and gripped her breasts, her pillowy flesh molding to my hands I pressed her down into the mattress under me, her hips lifting to meet my heavy strokes. I felt her nipples hard as rocks in my palms as I held her body down, my hips pounding, driving my cock deeper and deeper. Then with a scream of delight Kelly bucked under me, and I arched back lifting off of her to drive my cock in her clenching cunt. My balls lifted tight and pumped jets of cum that shot into her womb, coating her insides with my hot seed.

"Oh fuckkkk, yess!!" Kelly cried out as she came on my cock, her spasms gripping the shaft as it spurted shot after shot, milking the shaft as her hip automatically gyrated, making sure to capture all of me seed.

I looked down at her, her face damp with sweat, her eyes bright and a smile on her face.

"We're having a baby, J... a baby!" she cried in joy.

"Yes we are lover," I said and slipped beside her, pulling her back to my chest as I curled around her, one hand on a breast and the other over her abdomen.

We snuggled and relaxed and then softly faded into unconsciousness.

Further Past:

"Okay Deacon," the small driver said, "We'll get whatever is in the car."

As the driver placed the phone back on the cradle, the large man asked, "We've got to go back outside in this deluge? What does he think is in the car? There is bound to be attention soon, and it'll be hard to get down to the wreckage."

"He wants it cleaned, Jediah," the small man said, "Nothing to trace back to the priesthood."

"Okay, Samuel, you're the boss." Jediah said grumbling as he headed to the car, "We should have packed more clothes, these are going to be ruined before we get to the wreckage."

The small man picked up the car keys, and the pair left the room, headed out into the storm as lightning flashed.

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