It was a cold dark night... Sorry. I have always wanted to say that in a story... Anyways, it was night. And there was a definite chill in the air. But that was mainly due to the fact that I was naked and Candy had apparently formed a cocoon around herself out of all the blankets on the bed after we had passed out. So, given the fact that I had woken up to take a leak, I slowly sat up in the bed and began to make my way over to the en-suite bathroom.
I should point out here that I was absolutely stunned by my luck up to this point. I had successfully seduced and bedded the most amazing and beautiful woman I had met in my professional life. Granted, my powers had helped immensely in that success. And she had also apparently had at least some mutual attraction towards me to start with. But, still. There she was laying unconscious in a post-orgasmic sleep, burrowing like a chinchilla into my bedding. And totally hogging all the blankets...
Maybe not so surreal then... Ah, who am I kidding? I had gotten amazingly lucky in not only being able to utilize my powers intentionally, but also being able to do so in a positive way. I was over the moon about this win!
And, to top everything else, Candy was totally into the idea of joining the existing loving relationship that I shared with my aunt and cousin back home. Back home... That made me think about my cousin and what she would think about the state of disarray my rental house was currently in. Maggie, while a truly brilliant woman, was very much an adherent to the concept of 'Mies en Plas!' or 'Everything in its place!'. So I could only imagine how her eyebrow would arch in disdain over the mess made by the small piles of clothes everywhere.
So, after emptying my bladder, I started to gather up the discarded clothing and made my way to the washing machine downstairs. The town house that I was renting was rather spartan in terms of furniture or decorations. Most of the places that I had stayed at on the few occasions that I had needed to travel for work were about the same in terms of 'luxury'. Maggie had a knack for finding cheap, out of the way, accommodations for me to rent for these jobs. Life as a Union Ironworker could be hard on families. The hall that I worked out of had only a few companies that could sustain year round work. Most of the time, you needed to be working from their offices to be able to stay local full time.
I never liked to travel, and I absolutely hated being away from my family... At the time I didn't really think about how that word "family" had changed meanings for me. Obviously, I had dealt with major changes in the structure of my life, including the people that I now thought of as my family. That one word had become just about all I ever thought about anymore. Especially about how precious each member of my true family (obviously not including those pieces of trash that beat me as a kid) is to me. But I am getting off on a tangent here.
I had just finished separating the loads for washing and was loading the first load into the machine, when I heard the top step to the basement creak. I looked up to see a vision as the light from the kitchen door perfectly silhouetted Candy's nude body. She had paused at the top of the stairs to see what I was doing. And what I was doing was staring at her in wonder. She seemed to sense this and majestically sashayed her way down the stairs.
I finally managed to collect myself enough to greet her and had fully intended to start some small talk, but she had reached the bottom of the stairs at that moment and reached out, putting a finger on my lips to shut me up. I instantly shut up as not only did her finger impede speech, but the sudden 'spark' between us drove me to silence due to the weight of importance she was projecting about what she wanted to tell me.
"Papi, I think that I felt what you were talking about with your 'feedbacking' thing. When I came that last time, I felt like my back didn't hurt anymore. I know that may not sound important, but with tits like mine, my back is always hurting. It was amazing. What did you feel?" She hefted her incredible mammaries as she said this. Naturally, my eyes gravitated to her abundant bosom.
To break my staring contest with her chest, I described the imagery that I had been visualizing when we had both cum together that last time. I could only assume that it had worked because she had obviously felt better afterwards and so did I. But it seemed that it was a small scale thing for both of us. It seemed like her rejuvenation had been on par with my previous levels of rejuvenation during her 'minor' orgasms.
When I had focused on the 'feedbacking' (don't worry, we eventually came up with better names for these events... sort of...), it had accordingly intensified everything for both of us. The first time, I had accidentally stolen some of her 'life essence'. Which had resulted in her new streak of hair color. The second time, we seemed to have shared a mutual rejuvenation.
She seemed to realize something else that I had forgotten about at that point as well, "Papi, did you speak to me in Spanish last night? I thought that you said you didn't know much Spanish?" That was when I remembered hearing her speak in her native tongue and understanding it as though I had been just as fluent as she was. She arched her eyebrow in suspicion, waiting for me to respond.
"I think that it may have been my powers as well. I studied a little Spanish in high school, but I have never been anywhere near fluent. I remember understanding you perfectly last night when you were speaking it. I don't know how I was able to understand it, so maybe I was also speaking it unconsciously?"
"Que tal ahora? Tienes alguna idea de lo que estoy diciendo ahora mismo?" After trying in vain to recreate the feeling of understanding I had had from the 'feedbacking' the previous night, I just stared at her blankly. I tried to use my residual high school Spanish to interpret the two or so words I recognized.
