An adventure story with mind control, telepathy, rape, retribution, step sibling sex, sister-in-law sex, mother/son and aunt/nephew incest, step mom sex, a miraculous cure, ETs, murder and an intergalactic war. All the principal characters (at least the ones who have sex) are over 21. Part of a continuing story. Helpful if you read earlier parts first. Enjoy, let me know what you think of my tale. Jb7
Part 7 (Beth has a ring; the Priest explains; Ray proposes)
As Ray and his stepsisters left the hospital, they flanked him, his arms around their waists, and theirs intertwined around him. Beth mentioned that she had something to pick up at Jake's house and would meet them at the farm. Amy and Ray got in her Cherokee and headed home. On the way, they stopped at the grocery to pick up something for the three of them for lunch, and for them and Jake and his sons for supper.
They were setting out lunch when Beth arrived. She walked in the kitchen and gave Amy a big hug. She looked her straight in the eyes for a long minute. "Omigod, he didn't...he did..and then...oh shit.....wow. You will share him, won't you?" she asked hopefully.
"Beth? What did you just do to me? How can you....? What are you two doing?" Amy was near hysterics.
"Beth, what the fuck is going on? PRIEST!!! Where the fuck are you?" Ray was as upset as Amy. "Calm down, Ray. I'm sorry, Amy. I was just confirming some suspicions. Who is Priest. Ray?"
An apparition appeared to walk through the door to the dining room. "I had best answer that question, Ray. Would you all come into the other room and sit down please." When they had all complied, the priest's two cohorts also appeared.
"Ladies, may I present my colleagues, Abdullah and Ming. At least those are their names in your realm. Ray knows me simply as Priest, based, I am certain on, my garb. When we were choosing our costumes for this assignment, I wanted to appear totally non-threatening, like someone familiar and comforting, a father. Our idiot of an outfitter looked up the job title 'father' and came up with this priestly garb. But it has sufficed. I digress.
"Young woman, am I correct, you were given your ring by your grandmother?"
"Umm, not quite. She passed away when I was about seven. I thought it was pretty, laying in her jewelry box, and I just took it. When I tried it on, I could hear what people were thinking and it scared me, so I didn't wear it often. I tried to give it back, but Momma said I should keep it to remember Gram by."
"Do you remember the last time you tried to use it?"
"Yes, it was the night of my high school Senior Ball. I wanted to know what my date was planning. He said he had planned a big surprise for us that night, and I wasn't ready to go all the way with him, and wanted to be prepared to say no."
"Do you have any idea the last time your grandmother used it?"
"She wore it right up to a few days before she died. I don't know what else it was supposed to help her do. She certainly didn't have the abilities Ray has shown."
"Yes, well Ray has developed some powers beyond the usual scope of the rings. We're not sure how. The fact that you were able to use a ring assigned to another person, even though she was a member of your family, was remarkable, and helped hide it from us when we realized it was missing. To find such power concentrated in two unrelated individuals in the same family is unheard of. Especially here on this planet, with your messy mating habits and judgmental attitudes about political correctness, race and sex. You'd have better odds of winning three successive lotteries with three sequential numbers."
Ray asked, "Does it help to know Mom and Dad are first cousins?"
"And your relation to Beth's (?) Grandmother? Grandson?"
"Actually, she was Mom's grandmother, our great-grandmother."
"Well, it does help explain your ability, Ray, and the fact that you, Beth, could use the ring that belonged to your great grandmother.
"We three," he went on, indicating "Dullah and Ming, "come from a race of beings a bit more advanced than your people. Right now we are really comfortable, sitting in our real bodies around a communication console several light years away.
A few of your generations ago, on an exploratory journey, one of our ships stopped here and recognized the potential of your race to advance. It was decided to establish some sort of monitoring to keep track of your progress.
"As time went on, we encountered several other races, some of whom were more bellicose and aggressive than we liked. We had identified your race as aggressively peaceful. When roused to fight, there was no restraining you, but it took a great deal to get you aroused. If you were as easily roused to fight as you are to procreate, your race would have died out ages ago.
We decided to try to train you to communicate as we do; telepathically, I believe is your word. We decided also to use our monitoring rings, of which, I believe, there are 50 spread across your planet. Occasionally one is lost or misplaced by the wearer, but as soon as it is found and put on by the finder, we are able to track it and recover it.
Yours, Beth, you say you took it about 20 of your years ago. That would have been during a bit of turmoil on our world, and your ring, as you people say so well, "fell through the cracks.' And with your families' natural ability, it was more of an enhancing process than an enabling process, so your use did not create enough of a drain to alert us to its use.."
