Session Six -- The Second Monday:
"Hey, Chet!" Monica exclaimed. "I think I'm getting the hang of these IR color gradients; the area around Hen's upper chest and neck just went from orange to red. That means he's experiencing anger or frustration, right?"
"Ask him, Moni, not me," Chet replied.
"Oh, of course! Henry Livingston: are you by chance upset about something?"
"Bingo, sweetheart. You nailed it. If I had to pick one, I'd say I was a bit more on the side of frustration than anger, but that's in there as well for sure."
"How did you get yourself to feel it?"
"That was easy: I just recalled how my boss moved me from the graveyard shift to first shift for my last two weeks."
"Why? Because you lose the shift differential?"
"Nah... He wants me to train some newbies, and the thought of spending my last days there basically babysitting three pot heads... Well, let's just say it's leaving behind a sour taste."
"Okay, then. Hen, I'm going to conjure up a really wonderful memory and try to send it your way. Let me know if you sense it."
"Gotcha, Moni. Fire away!"
As Monica Livingston closed her eyes and adjusted the rhythm of her breathing to effect the slowing of her heart rate, Phoebe monitored the pair of sibling lovers. Through her own set of IR goggles, she saw the same change in color on Henry which Monica identified just a few seconds earlier. She also could see Monica's aura; something Henry was blind to since he was purposely goggle-less for this exercise.
Perhaps she had become so used to frustration with this module given the nearly abject failure wrought by previous classes, but for whatever the reason, Phoebe was pleasantly surprised to see Monica's aura expand from her like a blue balloon. In mere seconds, it enveloped her brother. As it did, Henry -- his eyes closed as he sat naked before his sister -- gave a shudder and drew in a breath as if he had just been touched by a cold breeze. And with that -- for the third time that day -- Phoebe was able to tell a couple to proceed to the next stage of this process.
"Okay, Moni. As carefully as you can, mount your life partner. Align his cock with your pussy and slide him all the way in. Keep doing what you've been doing, sweetie. You guys are so in tune with one another right now."
Monica squatted over her brother's groin and took hold of his colorful manhood. In her own nakedness, her puss had been leaking such that penetration was not a problem even though Henry's erection was waning. With practiced ease, she matched glans to opening and let gravity do the rest. Almost instantly, Henry's prick became rock-solid and Monica watched in awe as the red hue of his upper body melted into an robin's egg blue. Then she, too, shuddered. Monica felt her consciousness ebb and reflexively wrapped her arms around her mate. However, this act only served to accelerate the sensation. Suddenly, Monica realized she was no longer alone within her own thoughts! Henry's voice and feelings were right there with her. And Henry knew it as well since his silent question to his sister was...
"Holy shit, Moni! How did you get into my mind?"
"I don't know, my love, but I believe it more accurate to say we are inside each other."
"Well, whatever this is, sis, I like it very much!"
But, a minute or two after Henry said it, the moment passed away like a cloud's shadow racing across the landscape. Henry opened his eyes to see Monica smiling underneath the high-tech gadget which covered her upper face. As carefully as he could, he lifted the goggles away, pressed his lips to hers, and began thrusting himself into Monica's vagina.
Phoebe watched, transfixed, as their individual auras merged completely into a unity of turquoise. With Monica still impaled on him, Henry rocked them both to a standing position and quickly found an empty futon upon which to lay his love. Then he proceeded to fuck the living shit out of his sister! Phoebe turned away with her own smile peeking from underneath the goggles she used to gauge her students' level of success with this activity.
The class was now three for three: every one of the sibling pairs had accomplished the given task of merging auras and were now -- quite independently of each other -- engaged in some of the most erotic love-making she had ever seen in person. Anna and her brother Paul were locked in a sweat-soaked sixty-nine cleaning away the vestiges of their last simultaneous orgasm. At the same time, Bethany and David were in the process of switching from doggy back to missionary. If what Phoebe's ears had been hearing was accurate, Bethany must have spent the last ten minutes in a constant state of orgasm. Unfortunately, Phoebe knew all this sexual pleasure had to come to an end.
"Okay, boys and girls! Wrap up your loving and try to transition back to where you began this module. You don't need to get dressed, but you might want to put a towel on your chair if you don't."
Chet took over at this point while his sister removed and stowed her equipment. As she did so, the three pairs of sibling lovers struggled to disengage from their respective intimacies.
"I can tell you all this: you've surpassed every other class of students we've had go through this exercise. In the process, you've also exceeded Phoebe's and my expectations."
"That's great, Chet," David intoned. "But explain to me why I feel like I'm drunk."
"Me, too," Henry added. "I've been on benders more agreeable than this. It's like my mind is stuck in a sticky pool of memory."
"That's an apt description, Hen," Chet said. "I'd call it a downside of what you all just experienced, but it's only your mind's way of expressing how much it wants to stay linked to your partner's mind. If this were in a Star Trek episode, we'd be calling what you went through -- what you're still going through -- a Vulcan mind-meld. It's literally the most intimate connection you'll ever make to another person."
"And you and Phoebe have mastered this?" Anna asked as she sat in her chair with her head in her hands. "How am I supposed to cope with the absence of Paul from my mind?"
"By repeating this exercise so often," Phoebe replied, "you will form a permanent connection. Chet and I are what some people call telepathically linked, though most of the time we share feelings and images more than actual words. Just like you, when Chet and I do what you just did, we can hear one another's thoughts. The rest of the time, the connection is there but on what you might call a low power mode."
"So, is this ability evidence Anna and I are becoming the unity you and Chet have been guiding us to be?"
"Not 'becoming', Paul," Chet explained, "but rather 'are'. You and your sister are now a unity. In a very real sense, today is your and Anna's graduation."
"But, Chet," Bethany pointed out, "aren't there six more sessions remaining in this course?"
"That's correct, Bethany. So, how can I say you've graduated?"
"Exactly!"
"Because," Phoebe replied, "the final modules are there as a substitute for students who couldn't achieve what the six of you just experienced. Because you did mind-meld with your sibling, these sessions aren't necessary for you. Chet and I will offer them as an option if you'd like, but honestly, Bethany, if you just keep practicing everything you've learned up to now, your unity with David will only get stronger over time."
"How does the fact we made love to our mother yesterday factor in to what you just said?" David inquired.
"Wow!" Monica exclaimed. "That's really out there, you guys. Was it a one-time event, or is it going to be a regular thing with you and her?"
"Our mother, Kendra," David replied, "enjoyed the experience, but she's not happy I came inside her. For Bethany's and my sakes, she would prefer we keep the love-making to ourselves from now on."
"Then, I think you guys will be okay," Phoebe said. "Especially because it seems you did this together, if I'm hearing you correctly."
"But, wasn't that a type of cheating?" Anna asked.
"No, it wasn't, Anna," Chet replied. "Cheating is an act motivated by selfishness, anger, jealousy, or any of a host of negative energies. It seems to me Bethany and David, together, shared something loving with Kendra. Did I get that right, you guys?"
"Yes," Bethany answered for the duo, "We offered for her to participate and she accepted. David surprised both she and me when he suddenly mounted our mom and gave her her first vaginal orgasm in almost twenty years. She agreed with us that she'd needed it, but our mom is very sensitive because our father cheated on her with other women. That's why I believe it was a one-off."
"So," Paul began, "it also wasn't an act of cheating when I spent the weekend trying to impregnate Anna's and my twin sisters..."
"What the fuck!" Henry exclaimed. "Do your parents know?"
"They gave us permission, I guess you'd say," Anna replied. "Paul was reluctant, at first, but then agreed to do it when I gave him my consent also. Our sisters are eighteen-year-old high school graduates who've been hooked on incest porn for a few years. When it became clear to our folks Paul and I were going to be intimate with each other as part of my therapy to recover from my horrible experience last year, our sisters saw this as a chance to indulge their kink without incurring the wrath of our folks."
"Be very careful, you guys," Phoebe intoned. "You may be on some shifting sands if your sisters fall in love with Paul or become jealous of you, Anna."
"And Anna," Chet added, "you also might become jealous of them if you continue to allow them access to your husband."
"After what they experienced over the weekend, I don't believe it's going to be a problem Chet," Paul deadpanned.
"Why?"
"Because for over thirty hours, I watched my husband grind down our sisters as he inseminated them each at least six times. Paul gave them so many orgasms that, by this morning, they were together in our bed whimpering. After getting showers and dressing, they gave Paul a kiss on the cheek and me a hug when our mom showed up to take them home."
"Be careful what you wish for," Henry said to no one in particular, "because when the gods wish to punish you, they give you precisely what you want."
