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I looked down at Betsy and watched her post-coital bliss turn to lust. My cock, which had begun softening inside of her, quickly regained its turgor. The lust infected Stefani and Tiffany; their mouths latched onto my neck and they ground their sexes against Betsy and me.
Before I could begin thrusting into Betsy, the phone rang. All four of us knew it could only mean a change in Steven's condition. Stefani was the closest and reached to pick up the phone. Tiffany and I held Betsy close as we listened to Stefani reply to the voice on the other end.
Putting down the receiver, Stefani said, "Betsy, your father had another heart attack. He's still alive, but they don't give him a lot of time."
Hearing the phone ring, and half of the ensuing conversation caused my earlier excitement to wane. I awkwardly hugged Besty and gave her a brief kiss before climbing off of her. Tiffany and Stefani both hugged Betsy as well, before helping her sit up in bed. I caught Betsy saying something to Stefani, but couldn't make out what she said.
I tried to think nothing of it as I gathered my clothes together. I was about to put on my underwear from the day before when Stefani stopped me, "You need to take a shower. Betsy does too, but she has more reason to hurry off than you do, right Betsy?"
Betsy already had her panties on and I could see that my cum was already staining the gusset as it leaked out. She walked over to me as I stood with one foot in my underwear and gave me a hug. Her small breasts pressed into my stomach as she said, "You've been my father and lover and every other man in my life for so very long. But, I need to say goodbye to my real father and having you there..." Her words trailed off, but I knew what she meant. In fact, I knew what she meant more clearly than if she had used a thousand mere words.
I looked down at her and she looked up at me while still holding me about the waist. "Betsy..." I started, but the words failed me.
"I'll say goodbye for you. And don't forget, a part of you is going with me," she said, releasing me to pat her lower belly. I was shocked, but the other girls only giggled. Betsy continued her little joke, "If I can greet governors and judges with your cum dripping out of my naked pussy, then I can see my father with panties holding it in."
I didn't entirely understand the joke, but Tiffany and Stefani seemed to. Sometimes, I wish I didn't lose my powers when I came, this time more than ever. While I was struggling to understand, Tiffany started signing to Betsy and Stefani knowing I couldn't understand. They all giggled and then each girl nodded in turn.
Stefani said, "I get to drive you home, and Tiffany is going to go with Betsy. Tiffany thinks I'd make better company for you right now." The last part she said with a wink to Tiffany, that caused all three girls to giggle again. Although I thought that Betsy's giggle was a little more fragile than it had been.
She was fully dressed now, and I gave her a hug. I bent down to put my forehead to hers, trying to will her to know how much I loved her. She grinned and choked me with a hug around the neck. She finally released me and gave me a quick kiss.
The taste of Betsy's kiss still lingered on my lips as I watched her and Tiffany head out of the room. It was a bit of a shock to see that it was already daylight outside, it never occurred to me that bad news could come when the sun was shining. It was also a shock because I was standing in the middle of the room stark naked and was surprised to feel the warmth of the dawning sun on my penis.
An equally naked Stefani saw Betsy out, offering some soft words and a hug. She shut the door and walked towards me. She had a calculating look in her eye that made me wish, yet again, that I hadn't just come inside of Betsy. In an oddly unerotic motion, she reached out and grasped my cock that was still wet with a combination of Betsy's juices and my own.
Slowly she bent down and gave my cock a gentle lick and then she sucked me into her mouth. Straightening up, she said, "Betsy really does taste divine on you, but she said that you wouldn't want any fun just yet. So why don't you take the first shower while I pack up our stuff?"
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Stefani was driving, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I wondered if Steven had already passed, if Betsy had made it in time to say goodbye. I really hadn't known Steven that long when he went into the coma, but outside of my girls I still considered him one of my truest friends.
Stefani suddenly poked me in the side. It was only then that I realized we weren't home, or even heading home. We had even gone in the wrong direction. I looked over as Stefani and she said, "Let's get something to eat, you're hungry."
It was only then I realized how hungry I really was. It took me a few moments to recall that those were the exact words I had said to Betsy when we first met. Of course, in that instance I had used my powers to know that she was hungry, now I wondered how Stefani knew.
She must have seen the thought forming in my face, because she said, "Yes, Betsy told me, actually she told all of us at one time or another. She was a little in awe of you back then, she was convinced you could read her mind or something." Stefani's laugh seemed a bit too forced, but without my powers I didn't know if it was just my imagination. "Anyway, now she knows it would have been obvious to anyone. A girl dodging the cops and social workers all day before passing out next to her father, anyone would know she'd be hungry!"
I laughed a bit with Stefani, but didn't feel entirely at ease. I said, "But, how did you know I was hungry now?"
Looking at me as if I'd grown a horn she said, "And all this time we thought you were clever?" She shook her head, but eventually relented, "You missed dinner last night, and Bambi said you hardly touched your lunch. It doesn't take a mind-reader to know you'd be hungry!"
Strangely, I felt relieved and even more anxious at the same time. But I didn't want to dwell on those thoughts so I said, "But why did you bring me here, instead of taking me home for breakfast?"
"Waking up in the city, instead of up on the hill, made me feel a bit nostalgic. I used to work here, remember?"
"How could I forget?" I had assumed control of the establishment after the previous owner had been sent to prison. I sold it a few years back, or at least I think Betsy told me I had sold it. Anyway, it was my first case and what brought Stefani into my life.
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The first time I'd been to "The Painted Doe" was a month after I came home for good. Over the years since adopting her, I had returned to town frequently to visit Betsy. Well, at first it was to visit Betsy, but the other girls in my family started accumulating in town.
First it was Magda, who wanted to become a citizen, so she settled in town and Betsy helped her open a massage parlor. After Bambi graduated from Law School, she traveled with me for a while, but eventually decided she wanted to work and help others. So she started a law firm that specialized in defending disadvantaged youths. Each girl's story was slightly different, but they all felt a need to settle down and stop following me around the world.
When I am at my least cynical, I think they settled here because of Betsy, since she already had a home here, and she welcomed each new girl with open arms when they visited. Other times, I think it is because it was the one place they knew I would return, time and again. At my most melancholy, I think it is because I unconsciously used my powers on them and encouraged them to settle here, where Anna and my heart lay in a coma.
But, I was far from melancholy when we all got together to dine at the Doe. I had returned to town expecting to stay a week, maybe two. I was staying with Betsy and the other girls kept coming by for visits. That was nothing new, but the way the visits played out was different. No longer were the girls coming to visit only me, they were coming to visit each other as well. I watched as their faces and minds lit up upon seeing a girl they hadn't seen for an entire week. The patterns their minds made seemed to be in harmony. The sort of harmony I had only seen before in loving families.
At the end of the week, all the girls got together at Betsy's to say what they thought was another goodbye. They were standing together, and felt my heart swell at seeing the common aura binding them to each other. I stood before them and started to cry. I don't know where the tears came from, but they rolled down my cheeks as I stood before these women I loved and who inexplicably loved me.
"It seems like I am always saying goodbye," I began to say. I looked at them and could feel their sadness growing. Worse, I could see the familial aura begin to weaken, just as I had watched it grow all week. Before I even realized what I was doing, I said, "I'm staying."
Between the wave of emotion that the girls broadcast to me, and the tremendous group hug, I passed out. I woke up in bed with four of the girls under the covers with me. The others were sitting around the room, and they were all talking excitedly. There was so much chatter I couldn't understand the words, but from their minds I learned they were planning a home. Together.
It took three weeks to finalize the deal on the property at the top of the hill, where our mansion was to be built. Jill was working feverishly on the design, taking input from all of the girls. They also asked me for my input, but I watched as what I said went in one ear and out the other. In fact, the only thing I really got to decide was the location, and to get that much I really had to put my foot down.
Once the paperwork was finalized, we decided to go out and celebrate. Claire suggested we reserve the upper room at the Painted Doe, as she thought they had the best food in town. It just so happened that the owner of the Doe knew me from my gambling days, so it was a simple matter to get the room reserved, even on short notice.
When I arrived in the limousine with Betsy, I knew we were the last to arrive. The parking lot was full of exotic cars, most of which I had paid for in one fashion or another. This didn't even include the other limousines that I saw around the corner.
I asked Betsy if my tie was straight, for what she insisted was the fifth time, before escorting her to the front door. The doorman pulled open the door and bowed us in. That was when I first saw Stefani. She was dressed in a short black dress that clung to her waist and hips before flaring out around her tanned legs. Her hazel eye regarded us as she said, "Welcome to the Painted Doe."
