Bait and Switch Ch. 12

Thanks to garbonzo607 for his insightful edits.
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I was depressed over the next few days, as all I could think about was Lela’s pregnancy, and how sad she’d looked as she’d left me.

Lela still took me every night that Gina didn’t sneak into my room, but never showed herself again. If my math was correct, I was getting close to being done with my strengthening treatments as it was nearly the end of the promised two weeks, and I was afraid she would abandon me after that.

I still feared that my parents would find out about what’d happened with Nancy, Gina, and me. Nancy and mom had became fast friends, and the two usually drank late into the night together, chatting about various things, but if the night of the threesome ever came up, mom never mentioned it. She never mentioned the kiss she’d given me either, though sometimes I would catch her looking at me, and her cheeks would turn red.

My dad spent most of his time at the office. When he was home, he was short-tempered, and usually drinking. We soon learned to leave him be. I was fairly certain he was cheating on mom, but had no proof. I was tempted to use my switches, and had put one in him to calm his anger, though I hated using it, as I was still uncomfortable with manipulating anyone.

Gina was my only saving grace. She saw how down I was, and did everything she could to cheer me up: parking lot blowjobs, plenty of sex when we could be alone, she even rented a room for a couple hours, and let me back into her ass again. It all helped, but Lela’s silver eyes still haunted my thoughts.

Christmas Eve dawned white and slightly snowing; the day Summer was supposed to arrive. Dad had already left for work, telling us not to expect him home for dinner, some big case he claimed, and Mom and Nancy were still recovering from last night’s drinking binge.

“You go get your sister,” Gina told me, giving me a quick smooch. “I’ll take care of our mothers. Go on! Maybe she can cheer you up, goodness knows I’ve failed.” That last was said under her breath, and I felt bad, because I knew she had been trying, but how could I explain to her that I was depressed over getting an alien pregnant, and possibly getting her in trouble?

I left, putting on my best smile, though it felt tight, but not before giving her a big hug and kiss. The drive was a long one, only because of the holiday traffic, and the airport was overcrowded. I listened to the radio, not much in the mood for Christmas music, and ended up listening to talk radio. Apparently there was something going on in some city I’d missed the name of, and strange objects were popping out of the air. I wondered if this was another of Lela’s experiments.

I quickly turned off the radio, not wanting to think about Lela.

I had to park a fair distance from the terminal, and my breath misted long and white as I walked through the lightly drifting snow. By the time I made it to the baggage claim, Summer was already waiting for me.

“Nick! Over here!” Her alto voice easily cut through the loud hum of noise, and I turned to see her waving and smiling. Even at this distance, I could see her bright blue eyes sparkle, as her light brown hair bounced with her jumping.

A natural smile turned my lips upwards, as I walked over to her. She had a ton of baggage around her legs.

“So how is my little brother doing?” She asked, and then flung her arms around me in a big hug.

Time froze in that instant, as an explosion seemed to go off in my head. Suddenly I could feel every switch I’d ever made, except for Lela’s. Not only was I aware of them all, but I knew exactly where they were in relation to me.

That wasn’t even the most shocking part. I could actually ‘see’ some of them in my mind. See what they were doing, what they were wearing. Or in my dad’s case, not wearing.

The moment ended as Summer pulled away from me, a confused expression on her face.

“Wh-what was THAT?” She exclaimed. Had she seen it too? For a few seconds I didn’t know what to say, still too stunned by the whole experience. Summer’s hand lifting to touch me, scaring me, and I backed away.

“What was what? Did you eat something bad on the plane?” The evasion sounded 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 trailed of, and I knew what she’d seen. Our father nude, standing up, with his cock somehow parallel to the ground, sawing his hips back and forth. If I had seen the present, then he was currently fucking someone, and I knew he wasn’t in his office.

“Let’s get your bags. We need to go,” I told my older sister rather brusquely. I had a chance to catch my father, and I was going to use it.

“Wait, hold on. I don’t understand,” Summer complained, but I ignored her, as I manhandled her baggage onto a cart. “Careful with that, there are gifts in there,” she complained about my rough treatment.

I practically ran back to my car and pushing the cart, hoping that my sister would keep up. My heart was thumping as I loaded the vehicle. “Will you tell me what is going on?” Summer gripped my arm through my coat, and spun me to face her.

“Nothing,” I lied, “I just want to get going.” I finished getting all of her bags in, and jumped in the car. Exasperated, Summer climbed into the passenger seat.

“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 kept quiet, trying to picture in my mind where I had seen our father, but the image was fading. Summer experimentally reached her finger out, and touched mine on the steering wheel, and suddenly it was there again, but somehow weaker this time. I could still picture him, he was lying on his back know, fondling something in the air, but I couldn’t feel or sense any of the switches from up north by the campus. My dad seemed somehow foggy, too. Nancy was still asleep, and Gina looked like she was watching TV, but that was it. The two women were even more faint, almost wisps.

Summer pulled her hand back, and looked at her finger as though it were a new and strange object to her. Then she touched my coat, but nothing happened. Whatever was going on required physical contact, and the more contact, the more powerful the images and senses were.

The traffic going this way was clearer, and I soon found the exit I needed.

Summer kept demanding to know what was going on. “I touch you, and I see things, but how can that be?” She shook herself, and then laid her hand on my cheek, but I pulled away. I needed to concentrate on driving right now. “Why do I sense something about anger with dad, but different things with those other two? And some of those others… Nick, what is this?”

“I’ll explain later,” I told her. We were almost there.

“I’d hoped never to see dad like that again.” Even as I concentrated on where I sensed him now without her touch, her softly whispered words registered to me.

“You’ve seen dad like that before?” My anger was starting to boil, as I pulled into the parking lot of a motel. My dad’s anger switch was completely off, which was my only indication of how he was feeling.

“Why do you think I moved away, and never come home except for Christmas?” Summer replied quietly. She looked at me for a long while, and I knew she was trying to come to a decision. Apparently she’d made it, for she continued softly, “He used to sneak into my room at night, and cover my mouth while he molested me. I hate him. It’s part of why I became a lesbian, just to piss him off. Well, there were other reasons too…” She looked at me, and I saw her cheeks were bright red.

“Stay here,” I told her, placing my hand on hers, to confirm which room he was in. I didn’t really need to, as I could sense him on my own, but I hoped to comfort her some as well. “I’ll be right back.” I also wanted to make sure I was interrupting him.

“You’re going to confront him aren’t you?” I could see fear in her beautiful light-blue eyes. “No Nick, don’t. He’s stronger than you!” She gripped my arm, and then looked at me in shock, and I knew she was feeling my new muscles.