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"What is what? Did you eat something bad on the plane?" The evasion sounds thin to my ears.
"That. . . I dunno. . . image. I saw some people, and—" She covered her mouth in shock. "Oh my. . . Dad! He was naked, and it looked like he was. . ." She trails of, and I knew what she had seen. Our father nude, he was standing with his cock somehow parallel to the ground sawing his hips back and forth. If I had seen the present, then he is currently fucking someone, and I know he isn’t in his office, or at home.
"Let’s get your bags. We need to go," I told my older sister rather brusquely. I’ve gotten a chance to catch my father, and I’m going to use it.
"Wait, hold on. I don’t understand," Loveth complains, but I ignored her as I manhandle her baggage onto a cart.
"Careful with that, there are gifts in there," she whines about my rough treatment of her stuff.
I practically ran back to my car, pushing the baggage laden cart, hoping that my sister will keep up. My heart is thumping as I load the vehicle. "Will you tell me what’s going on?" Loveth griped my arm through my coat, and spins me to face her.
"Nothing," I lied, "I just want to get going, beat the traffic," I finished getting all of her bags in, and jump in the car. Exasperated, Loveth climbed into the passenger seat, way too slowly.
"I don’t believe you Nick. What was that back there when we hugged? I saw all those people, and so did you! Don’t deny it; I saw it in your eyes." I was quiet, trying to picture in my mind where I had seen our father, but the image is fading. Loveth must have noticed my distraction, as she experimentally reaches her finger out and touches mine on the steering wheel, and suddenly it was there again, but somehow weaker this time. I can still picture him, he is now lying on his back, fondling something in the air, his prick wobbling back and forth on its own, but I can’t feel or sense any of the switches from up north by the campus, and he seems somehow foggy. Nancy is asleep, and Tina looks like she is watching TV, but that’s it. The two women are even fainter, almost a wisps.
Loveth pulled her hand back, and looked at her finger as though it was a new and strange object to her. Then she touches my coat, but nothing happens. Whatever was going on must require physical contact, and the more contact we have, the more powerful the images and senses are, apparently.
The traffic going this way is clearer, and I soon find the exit I need.
Loveth kept demanding to know what was going on.
"I touch you, and I see things, but how can that be?" She shakes herself, and then try to lay her hand on my cheek, but I pull away. I need to concentrate on driving right now.
"Why do I sense something about anger with dad, but different things with those other two? Who are those women? And ALL those other people. . . Nick, what’s going on? Don’t try and deny it again I know you know something."
"I’ll explain later," I tell her. We’re almost there.
"I’d hoped never to see dad like that again." Even as I concentrate on where I can sense him now without her touch, her softly whispered words register in me.
"You’ve seen dad like that before?"
My anger is starting to boil, as I pull into the parking lot of a motel. My dad’s anger switch is completely off, which is my only indication of how he is feeling.
"Why do you think I moved away and never came home except for Christmas?" Loveth replies quietly.
"He used to sneak into my room at night, and cover my mouth while he m*lested me. I hate him. He is also part of why I became a lesbian,I did it just to piss him off. Well, there were other reasons too. . ." She sneak a look at me, and I saw her cheeks go bright red after.
"Stay here," I told her, placing my hand on hers, to confirm which room he’s in. I don’t really need to, as I can sense him on my own, but I hope to provide a little comfort and assurance to her as well. "I’ll be right back." I also want to make sure I’m interrupting him.
"You’re going to confront him aren’t you?" I can see fear in her beautiful light-blue eyes. "No Nick, don’t. He’s bigger and stronger than you!"
She grips my arm, and then looks at me in shock.
I know she is feeling my new muscles. (╯▽╰)
I’ve compared myself to the picture I’d taken on my phone, and it’s hard to believe how small I used to be; where before I had been a twig with smaller twigs attached as arms and legs, now I’m a solid oak with hefty branches.
"I think I can handle him," I told her, getting out of the car. My voice is filled with more than a little confidence.
She got out too, and I almost tell her to go back, but then I thought she might need this more than I do.
We walk up to the door, and I took a couple of breaths to steady myself before knocking.
"Who is it?" An extremely annoyed male voice sounded from the other side.
Our dad’s voice. I make sure to stand off to the side of the peephole, and knock again, without saying a word. I heard noises inside as someone fumbles around. Loveth grabs my hand and squeezes tightly.
I can now see my dad trying to pull a blanket around his waist as he approaches the door. He looks frustrated when he can’t see anyone through the hole. It looks as though he is going to turn back around but I knock again. I can see the anger rise in him at the same time I felt his switch move.
"I swear if some kid is playing a prank on me, I’ll. . ." The door opens, and he stood stunned as his two kids stares back at him.
I acted fast and paralyze him with a new switch. It seems so easy to do with Loveth holding my hand.
"Who is it, dear?" A feminine voice calls from the bathroom, but dad can’t answer her for now.
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