Note: ——I am NOT the author! There are several authors actually, I’m not so certain that any one of them is the creator, but I know it’s not me. I am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here. Now originally it was all going to be 9 parts, but… Someone said the first one was too long, so I’ve decided to split all of these up into smaller posts. I thought I’d try a different look and sentence structure for this chapter, please let me know how you guys like it. ENJOY———

Tim, the Teenage Part Nineteen By: Rass Senip

+++ Chapter V: 9th Grade, Spring 1986 – The North Mansion Part 6 – Winding Up Another School Year (mfm)

During the next two months, things started to come together at school, and at home. My mother and I spent the weekends at my father’s north mansion, but we stayed at our house during the week. My mother said it was easier for her to live there while she worked, and she wasn’t about to quit her job. Joey and Suzi were unable to be with me during the weekends since their place was to be with their parents, not with me. And it would have been a bit suspicious for Suzi to spend all her weekends with Joey and me. We weren’t happy about the situation, but we spent enough time together during the week that it somewhat made up for it.

The twins were still too drained from the night before to go shopping with us like we had hoped. My father promised if they wished to go shopping, we would arrange it. But the twins and I didn’t want to go without Suzi, so we waited. I became more and more familiar with the north mansion. I even started exploring the south wing.

My father was right about the south wing being nearly identical to the north wing, and he never did explain why he had the south one added to my mother’s original mansion like that. The south wing housed a good two thirds of the servants. He insisted that the slaves have just as pleasant and elegant rooms as he had in the north wing, minus a few things such as the crystal dinning hall and the like. This concern over the living conditions of his slaves didn’t seem to fit in his personality. I suspected it was one of my mother’s effects on him during his own slavery.

There were other… differences in the south wing that made me conclude the south wing was from a darker side of my father’s personality. From the minds of a few of the slaves I learned of how some people enjoy the sexual torture of themselves and others. Apart from a few common devices found at any adult goods store, the north wing did not contain any torture equipment of any kind. The south wing’s guest quarters were filled with them. I didn’t venture to the south wings very often.

I became a little more comfortable around my mother’s nudity, as she did of mine. My father became less of a monster to me and more of a.. friend I suppose. I didn’t trust his judgment when it concerned people, but he did know considerably a lot about business, and he even taught me a few things about my own capabilities.

My father’s abilities were limited compared to my mother’s and my own. But he had obtained somewhat of a name for himself within a circle of other Masters and Mistresses. Any one of them could have enslaved my father for their own purposes. But he had developed the method of storing more than one person’s memories and personalities within a mind, thus creating a niche for himself that made him too important to allow any single Master to control. Because my father wasn’t a threat to those who requested his services, he was simply allowed to live as he wished, and later became very respected for his business sense.

By the time I met him, he was rarely ever called upon for his memory storage services. My father had become a very powerful man in the world of finance, and was frequently called upon to cover up other’s mistakes in that respect. The twins and I became very close. I was even beginning to understand their mode of communication at their level. And they even started to teach me more about my own empathic talents. I could never be as powerful as they were since they had developed their skills over their entire lives. And plus the fact that there were two of them.

My mother mentioned to my father in front of the twins and I that we were like brother and sisters in many ways. That got the twins really excited, and they wanted to have sex that instant. I cooled their jets when I explained that if we were really brother and sisters, I could never have sex with them again. But my mother’s words never left me, and from then on, I did look at them as being somewhat my sisters. I was certainly very protective of them like they were.

Without Joey and Suzi on the weekends, the twins and I did play around in the sex department, but I certainly didn’t want to have intercourse. Even though I trusted their motives, I didn’t trust my own. It could quickly become… addicting. I had got caught up in my school work immediately following that first weekend at the north mansion. One of the things I learned from my father was how to copy specific knowledge from a person without necessarily copying the experiences that had shaped that knowledge.