Kirk learns his history,; Tiffany joins his household; he rescues a co-ed from a rogue telepath. Fun stuff. Votes and comments welcome. Signed comments acknowledged. Hope you enjoy. Jb7
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Kirk stood at the window, looking out at the late August afternoon. The August heat was causing mini mirages of puddles in the parking lot. He had another half hour to go, but there were no appointments, and he was caught up on his clinical notes. His work at the state hospital, with seriously disturbed patients, wasn't much benefitted by his newly discovered mental abilities.
With the most seriously ill, suffering from schizophrenia, it actually added to their psychosis when he attempted to scan their brains, even with medication controlling their illness. It seemed to confirm their belief someone was trying to control them, or that they were talking to God, or there really was someone in their head, generating those voices.
He had been able to make better progress with individuals who had simply given in to the stress of their lives and let it overwhelm them. They weren't psychotic, but simply needed someone, someplace, to retreat to and be taken care of, where the stress of their everyday lives, perceived or real, couldn't intrude.
With them, like he had done with Rose, he was able to go in and peel away the layers of protection and help them deal with each layer in isolation from the others, and regain control of their emotions and their life.
Down on the sidewalk, he saw a person in a long black overcoat, making their way from the bus stop to his building. Kirk sighed. One of their outpatients, probably, coming in to talk to a therapist or service coordinator. Only some one with a mental illness would wear such a coat on a day like this.
He turned back to his desk, and the photos of his children and their mothers. Tiffany and her son, Mary and her daughters and son. All four children had been delivered right around Mother's Day. All seemed healthy. God knows they were all hungry all the time. Both the women had decided to breast feed the infants. They were all living together now, Kirk, his mother, pregnant with another son by Kirk, Mary and Tiffany. When one of the babies complained of hunger, which ever of the women was available picked them up to feed. Meg's baby was due in late September, early October, but her milk had started early in response to the babies cries.
Tiffany's baby, Joshua, was the oldest, apparently conceived the first time they had sex, while he was still in the hospital. He had the tight curly hair common to African-Americans, with skin the color of coffee with triple cream. His facial features reflected Kirk more than Tiffany; his lips, tending toward thinness; his nose less broad, more hawkish. Most surprising, his eyes, were bright blue, like his father's.
Mary's children, Lawrence, Megan and Rose, however, seemed to retain their oriental appearance, with the exception of their eyes. They, too, like their father and brother, had the bright blue eyes which seemed to characterize the family line.
As Kirk gazed on the photos of his unconventional family, his mind drifted back to the Friday Tiffany had shown up at his office. She had been having some puzzling symptoms with her pregnancy, and she wondered what was normal, and what might indicate problems.
Kirk welcomed her with a huge hug and pulled her into his office. "Good God! Look at you! How are you, other than pregnant? How far along are you?" he exclaimed.
Using her mental powers, Tiffany lifted him and set him down in his desk chair. Then waited for his response.
"What the fuck?" came his mental response. "When did you..."
"About the time the baby quickened. I can also tell when he is feeling distressed, or happy. And there have been some other things added, besides the telekinesis." She grinned at him, locking his eyes with hers.
Kirk felt his hand, seemingly of its own accord, move to his belt buckle and release it. It continued to unbutton the waist of his slacks and unzip them. He watched as his hand moved to pull his cock out of his boxers. Then it returned to lay on the arm of his chair.
He tried to lift his head to look at Tiffany, but was unable to do so. Some pressure on the back of his head was keeping him looking at his prick. He felt his Kegel muscles begin to flex, pumping blood into the body of his dick. It began to thicken and lengthen. In less than a minute, it was erect.
"Mmm, that looks tasty," Tiffany said, walking around the desk to him. "You'll have to help me back up, but I've been looking forward to this all day," she said, lowering her self to her knees in front of him.
"So, tell me," she thought, "is this increase in my powers normal to women who have babies by men with your powers? Are they permanent, or will I go back to the way I was before we did it in the hospital, 'cause I think that's when I caught your baby." Her mouth had enveloped his cock and she was busy bobbing up and down on his shaft.
"Oh, damn, that feels good," he sighed. "I didn't realize how much I missed you. About your powers, I don't have any idea. We'll have to ask my mother, but she's not available right now. Do you want to come over for dinner? I'm sure you and Mary would like to compare notes."
"Mary?"
"Dr. Hsu. She's pregnant with triplets."
"Yours, I see. You've been a busy boy," she laughed around his rod. "Yeah, dinner's a good idea. Do you know if she's had symptoms like mine?"
"Not that she's shared. But her telepathic ability has increased.Initially, when we first discovered she could access our thoughts, she could only piggyback to access my mother or me, when we were communicating with her and someone else.
"Now, like you and me, she can just tap into them without needing to be in contact. Strangely, she can also 'see' the connections between people, like there's some kind of electrical conduit between them when they're communicating.
"I'll bet after you two exchange notes, she'll be able to help you further tap into your baby's brain so you can monitor its development. She's been doing that with hers, but hasn't said anything about sensing their emotions."
Kirk felt the familiar tingle in the back of knees. "Oh, oh, Tiff..."
"I know, I feel it. Let it come anytime; I'm ready for you, vanilla boy."
Kirk laughed at the epithet, her mother's name for him. Suddenly he was spewing his seed all over the back of Tiffany's throat, to her hums of pleasure. As he collapsed back into his chair, Tiffany was vacuuming the last of his male cream from his rapidly deflating member. "Mmhmm, vanilla boy. You taste even better than I remembered.
"When you're able, you need to help me up. I can move just about everything but me. Catch your breath first, though.
