Chapter 4: Couples’ Session
The next morning, we got out of bed and walked straight into the hallway bathroom in our nightwear, which in our case was bare skin. The family knew we were part-time nudists by now, so we didn’t bother with robes or getting dressed only to undress again seconds later in the bathroom.
We were quick in the shower, knowing we were sharing the water tank with six others, so we didn’t get up to anything in the shower sexier than soaping each other up, though that was still plenty sexy, I’ll tell you that for free!
We dried off and walked straight out into the dining room starkers, no longer nervously sneaking about as we’d done on our prior stay. We found the whole group naked at breakfast.
“This is the new normal?” I asked, smiling broadly.
“Seems so,” Ramón replied laconically.
Carmen explained, “It’s a relief to no longer worry about messing up my clothes with a spill.”
Her husband Miguel added, “And if there is a spill, it likely lands here.” He then licked her upper breast, as though there were a spot of jelly there from the toast, making Carmen squirm and smile coquettishly.
“We agreed after you left last time,” Allison explained. “Breakfast here is now an activity slotted between showers and dressing, part of getting ready for the day, one of the morning tasks best done nude. Carmen’s right, sticky breakfast foods aren’t especially compatible with clothing.”
Vin added, “Having breakfast before brushing your teeth is more sensible anyway. It lets you enjoy orange juice properly, it leaves your mouth cleaner longer, and toothpaste is just as much a hazard to your day’s outfit as breakfast is. Best to just get dressed after all that’s out of the way.”
“We approve wholeheartedly!” Kaitlyn said, correctly speaking for me.
After breakfast, Ramón approached me and pulled me off out of earshot of the others. “Davie, I don’t know what you did, but I feel I must thank you. Mary was a tiger last night!” He stared me hard in the eye, adding, “And I don’t think she was just rebounding from guilt or something. No, she’s different now. Better, I mean. More like the woman I fell in love with. Davie, she’s a new woman. ¡Muchísimas gracias!”
Then he pulled me into a powerful hug. I was hugging my father-in-law naked. It was strange, but kind of nice. I patted him on the back, replying in my broken Spanish, in my terrible accent, “De nada.”
“No,” he replied sternly, pulling back from the hug. “It is not nothing. I owe you one.”
“I’ve already been paid, Ramón. Your gratitude is more than sufficient.”
“Well, you let me decide the price of my honor, son, okay?” Ramón replied sternly.
“I’m not dismissing the depth of your feeling, Papa Ramón. Just realize that I think of you and Mary as my new parents on this side of the ocean, not just parents-in-law. Family doesn’t carry debts.”
My natural parents were still living where I’d grown up, in Mumbai, India. I’d seen them recently for the wedding, but it could be years before I saw them again.
I went on, telling him, “Anyway, realize that what I did, I did for love. Repayment simply isn’t necessary or important. If there’s anything to come out of this in particular, let’s just let the love build, okay? If you and Mary are happier now, that makes me happy, too.”
“Muy bién,” he agreed, holding out his hand for me to shake. I did, then pulled him into a brief hug this time. We separated a bit misty-eyed, but we managed to turn away before things got embarrassing.
Miguel was next to approach me. “Davie, we kind of heard a bit about what happened last night…”
I assumed he meant in his parents’ retreat area, not what else happened last night, so I finished his dangling thought. “Are you and Carmen perhaps wanting to see what the untrained massage therapists can do before we go off and acquire some actual skill?” I was smiling wryly at him by the end.
Miguel said, “Yeah. We’re nervous, but curious, you know?”
“Why nervous?” I thought I knew, but I wanted him to say it outright.
“Well, the way we’re thinking this works is Kaitlyn on me, and you on Carmen. I was nervous enough having Kaitlyn see me naked these several times, and now my little sister is going to massage me?” He gave a little shudder. “It’s new ground for me, Davie. And Carmen’s so shy, and I know you two have some kind of sparks going on…”
“Hey, don’t worry about that last. I have no designs on your woman, Miguel.” I looked him straight in the eye and added, “I mean it. The only way anything happens between Carmen and I, it’ll be because you two both ask me in the presence of the other, and that doesn’t look like it’s happening anytime soon. No, Miguel, I’m just appreciative, all right? Carmen’s exceptional, and I think it’d be an insult to say any different.”
“Thank you for saying so, Davie.”
Continuing, I said, “I have no more interest in stealing your woman than in trying to steal a golden aspen forest in autumn, a flaming sunset, or the Milky Way. To deny beauty is to deny nature. Gaia has done an excellent bit of work on Carmen, and I will certainly enjoy massaging her, but I promise to keep it chaste. Well, that is, until and unless you two both tell me to go farther, all right?”
He sighed with relief, then said, “Bueno. That’s just how I want it.”
“And how I want it is for Carmen to get more enjoyment out of it than I will.”
He looked at me skeptically, so I told him, “I will certainly have to work hard at it to achieve a net pleasure flow towards Carmen, but I believe I can do it. You’ll see. C’mon, let’s go get Kaitlyn. I think she’ll surprise you, too.”
We four walked out to the irrigation system’s center pivot point, our first island oasis in the middle of this farm. Until the new retreat area up between the farm house and the patio was completed, this one was a more pleasant place to be. Even the irrigation boom was pleasant to look at, with its graceful geometric curves and its silver-painted braces. It wasn’t exactly the Eiffel Tower, but it was beautiful for the same reason: ugly mechanical structures tend to fall down. You need even rows of triangles, smooth curves, and tapering lines to keep that much metal from buckling under its own weight.
When we got out there, I exclaimed, “Oh, it’s so much more lush than before, Kaitlyn! I love it!”
“Harvest time,” Miguel explained simply.
Apparently this was boring to those who’d grown up as farm kids, but I was fascinated.
Carmen looked around and said, “Oh, we should have brought towels! I’ll go get some.”
Kaitlyn stopped her, saying, “Actually, no, we left them behind on purpose. We’d like you to try it completely au naturel, and that means not only no clothes, but also no towels. Trust me. You’ll like the overall effect.”
Carmen looked skeptical, and Miguel was taking his cues from her, so I added, “C’mon you two, get your clothes off so we can begin.”
Miguel just shrugged his shoulders at his wife, so she quirked her mouth up at one corner and started stripping off. Such a change from last time, when she was nearly the last to start getting naked!
“Carmen,” my wife asked tentatively, “mom’s been pressuring me to have kids soon. If you’d tell me, and you can brush me off if you want…”
Carmen interrupted, “You want to know why Miguel and I haven’t given your parents any grandchildren,” softening the blunt statement with a sad smile. “The fact is, we’ve been trying, but it just hasn’t happened yet.”
“Doctors are too expensive,” put in Miguel, anticipating the next question.
“Oh. Well, I guess I’ll just have to step up,” Kaitlyn said, moving up close to Carmen and caressing her cheek, then pulling her into a naked hug. They broke it a bit misty-eyed. “C’mon, let’s get happy,” she said, handing Carmen off to me and going to her brother.
I handed Carmen down to the ground, Kaitlyn doing the same for her brother. Kaitlyn ended up leaning backwards like a waterskier to manage it, but it was our duty as therapists to serve. We had both of them lay face down, getting comfortable, using their arms as pillows, their heads turned toward each other so they could watch us work on their life partner.
Carmen was squirming a bit, so I asked, “Found a pebble or something?”
“Yeah, gimme a sec, I’ll…”
“No,” I interrupted, “allow me.” Then under cover of running my hands along her flanks, I slipped into a trance and used the power of Gaia to flatten the bumps under Carmen, then raise other parts up to conform to her curves. Carmen sighed gratefully. I motioned Kaitlyn to do the same for Miguel.
“It is surprisingly comfortable now, Davie, thanks!” Carmen said.
We’d have to remember to prep the ground when unable to work on a soft surface like sand or a well-kept lawn.
We’d brought only one bottle of mineral oil, so we shared it between us, me getting a handful and then handing it to Kaitlyn, who set it back between our clients where we could both get at it. We got our clients fully lubed up on the back, and then began stroking them in earnest, using the power of Gaia to guide our pressure and direction. We soon had both of them sighing and groaning in earnest. Shortly, their hands crept together and into a loving grasp.
Through the bond, I silently asked Kaitlyn, «Do you see anything wrong with Miguel’s plumbing?»
«No, it all looks good to me, but I’m no expert, either from the medical side or from the being-a-guy side.»
«Use me as a model. Compare the structures.»
As she worked, I did the same, leaning more heavily on prior knowledge than Kaitlyn could, but I also ended up peeking into Kaitlyn’s body for comparison from time to time. Then I saw it. «Kaitlyn! Here it is!» And I directed her attention to Carmen’s left fallopian tube, halfway along its length between the ovary and uterus. It was blocked somehow. I didn’t have enough medical knowledge to see what was going on, but even a computer geek like me can understand blocked tubes. Then we went across to the other side and saw that the other fallopian tube was fine, but her second ovary was shriveled to nothing. Wow, she’d taken two separate hits! And here I’d been thinking of her as such a lucky woman. Gorgeous outside, but twice cursed inside. It was almost operatic in its pathos.
«Do you need to use sex magic?» Kaitlyn asked through the bond.
«It’d be easier, but you know them: they’re too conservative to ask me for it, and I promised Miguel I’d keep this chaste. I’m going to have to do it the hard way.»
«The other hard way, you mean,» she joked.
I couldn’t keep from chuckling out loud. Miguel looked up at me curiously. I managed to push my sadness at Carmen’s condition down enough that it didn’t show up in my voice as I deflected his curiosity, saying, “You are a lucky lucky man, Miguel.”
Carmen said in a muffled tone, talking down into her elbow, “No, Kaitlyn’s the lucky one. This is amazing!”
“I think it’s time we turned you two over,” Kaitlyn said.
We helped them turn, then carefully brushed the farm soil off their fronts, which was fun for all. “My goodness, Miguel!” I interjected, attempting to distract the pair. “You get to do this any time you want‽”
Miguel replied wryly, “Well, not every time I want.”
Their hands had gone back into a clasp, and I saw their hands tighten in a knowing squeeze. Carmen said, “Well, maybe you’ll have better luck sometime soon. I’m getting rather turned on by this,” and they smiled lovingly at each other. Kaitlyn and I exchanged happy smiles of our own.
Speaking through the bond to Kaitlyn again, I sent, «I’m going to have to copy your plumbing as well as I can, matching it to Carmen’s body. Keep working Miguel, and keep up the conversation. I’m going to be busy for a while.»
«You got it,» she replied. Then aloud, she said, “You can stare at my hoo-hah, if you want Miguel. I don’t mind. I don’t think Carmen will, either, as long as you keep it to looks only.”
“You definitely should know your sister, Miguel, just not in the biblical sense!” The three not deep in rapport with Gaia laughed at this bon mot.
I managed to push a smile onto my absent face, splitting a small slice of attention between that and keeping up the massage.
Most of my attention was directed into Carmen’s body. These tubes are simple, I realized, but I couldn’t just replicate Kaitlyn’s over directly. That would almost certainly cause a rejection, and that in turn may cause even worse problems. I decided I had to look up the tubes to study the pattern there, then copy that down along the damaged section instead.
Then I realized that I could use the body’s own process here. It knew how to grow new tissue; I just had to guide it along its normal path. Gingerly, I snipped the blocked and damaged section out by encouraging the cell walls along the interface to dissolve, and then fed power through my body directly into Carmen’s, encouraging cell growth at the blunt edges. Shortly, I had the two tube sections growing back towards each other. When they met, I had them mesh together. The damaged section should absorb back into the body naturally over a period of weeks.
My work wasn’t seamless: I could see where I’d joined the tubes together, because I hadn’t quite matched up the smoothly-changing tube diameters. Still, it looked solid and felt healthy to my mage senses now.
I looked down to see Carmen looking back up at me with a concerned look on her face. “Are you okay?”
I realized I’d stopped massaging her, caught up in the inspection of my interior work. “Yeah, just woolgathering; I’m terribly sorry.” I then put 100% of my attention into giving Carmen an excellent frontal massage. I kept it chaste, as Kaitlyn did with Miguel, but I soon had Carmen’s eyes closed in pleasure again.
As we were finishing up, Kaitlyn and I focused inward on our clients again, healing assorted minor maladies. Miguel was the worst off, since his job as an auto mechanic had him standing on concrete floors all day, often contorted to get into tight spaces that had never been designed to have human hands inside. Miguel had described some of the worst cases to me. The most memorable to me was one car design where you had to disassemble a bunch of the car’s front end just to change the battery!
Anyway, all of this was hard on Miguel, and I guided Kaitlyn in healing these: the flattening arches, the slipping discs, the abused knuckles. Each improvement was disguised underneath a corresponding massage stroke or rub, the blissful feeling passed off as a result of the external work.
Carmen had many fewer occupational injuries from working as a secretary at a small local company, so I was left mainly to go after assorted results of her sedentary job. This was all very minor stuff, since she spent a lot of time when off work exercising, maintaining her gorgeous professional model grade body. ‘She didn’t have children to chase after, now did she?’ I thought to myself sadly. ‘Well, maybe I’ve just fixed that.’
Our clients were smiling slackly by this point, relieved from assorted internal small pains as they were, their muscles released from tension. Carmen spoke, “Miguel, I’m getting horny.”
“So you said, my love,” her husband replied. “We’ll get inside soon.”
“No, Miguel. I feel we owe these two a show. They’ve been so good to us…” she replied, trailing off into a groan as I completed a long full-torso stroke.
I rocked back onto my heels to let Carmen go to him. She crawled over to Miguel and kissed him gently on the lips as Kaitlyn rocked up and came over to sit beside me in seiza pose.
As we watched, Carmen and Miguel began to kiss more passionately. Kaitlyn’s hand found mine, and I lifted it to my lips to kiss it. Then we looked at each other and wordlessly agreed to join them.
Kaitlyn held onto my hand as I rappelled toward the ground, landing softly under her control, and then I helped her parachute upon my inviting field, catching her gently as she fell from the sky. I enfolded her in an embrace and kissed her passionately to the sounds of increasing passion from a meter away.
“Ummmff!” I heard from the other couple as Carmen slid herself onto her husband’s shaft, just as long and thick as mine, but smaller in proportion to his linebacker’s body. “Oh, Miguel, I feel so free!”
Kaitlyn shortly stabbed herself onto my shaft, going faster, knowing we could control our release, timing it as we willed. I thrilled to the wobbling of her breasts above me, almost unwilling to touch them because it would still them yet wanting to feel them once again anyway.
“Aw, yeah, Davie! Squeeze ’em!”
I did, then pulled myself into a sitting position with her, Kaitlyn continuing to bounce on me, my mouth going for her nipples as they bobbed up and down past my waiting tongue, doubling her pleasure on each stroke.
Then I lay back down and concentrated on roaming my hands over her tight body as she built herself to her first orgasm.
“Aahhhhiiiiyaahh!” she finally cried out.
I felt that orgasm as if it were my own, in a Gaia bond with her like this.
Then I began to spread my awareness out, intending to take in Carmen and Miguel’s pleasure as well. I found it to one side, but to the other…
«Kaitlyn!» I sent through the bond, pushing through her fizzing afterglow.
«Mmm?» she replied distractedly.
«Over there!» I directed her attention off to the side, in the tall corn stalks.
We could sense a presence there. A human presence. «Vin!» Kaitlyn exclaimed in my mind. «That little peeper!»
«Want me to run him off?» I asked Kaitlyn through the bond.
«Naw, let him watch. I don’t mind.»
«You’re an exhibitionist is what you are!» I accused mildly.
«Yeah, and loving it! Now stop jabbering and screw me,» she insisted.
«What about Miguel and Carmen? We don’t have the right to accept his intrusion on their behalf,» I objected.
«That’s on Vin. I’ll have a talk with him later. Now stop distracting me,» she said passionately as she resumed thrusting herself upon me.
I let myself dissolve into a mental four-way with Kaitlyn, Miguel, and Carmen. It was, if you’ll pardon the phrasing, in-fucking-credible.
Miguel and Carmen had shifted to missionary by this point, and Miguel was pumping her hard and fast. “Oh ’Lito, oh ’Lito, olitollitollito!” squealed Carmen as they built to a climax. I reached across and gave Miguel a steadying hand with my healing power, holding off his orgasm until Carmen began to crest, then letting him go into a simultaneous crashing orgasm together. “Aiyaiyaiyaihaiiiii!!” they called out together.
Kaitlyn and I were still in control, but we agreed through the bond not to show them up too badly. We’d finish ourselves just after their attention fell back upon us, once they’d bubbled in their own afterglow for a while. I flipped Kaitlyn into a doggy position for the final show, stroking her long and smoothly as we waited to get everyone’s attention back on us. Including Vin’s! I could sense him focusing on his sister-in-law’s postcoital come-down. By Thompson’s tiny toenail, I was going to have a talk with him, too!
«Let me handle him,» Kaitlyn soothed through the bond, seeing where my attention had drifted. «Keep your attention on the main task. I’m soooo close!»
I did as my new wife required, changing my angle slightly to conform to her inner desire.
“Aw yeah, just like that, keep it up! Yeah yeah yeah yeayeyeyeyeeaaaaggghhh!” Kaitlyn screamed, and I released inside her, her vaginal squeezes in perfect synchronization with the pulsations of my ejaculation, every drop being slurped greedily into her uterus.
Nature mages don’t need birth control drugs or devices. The woman knows when her egg has dropped and can keep it shielded from the sperm if that’s what she wants, and if she wants to get pregnant, she can introduce the gametes as forcefully as she needs to in order to get the job done. As for STIs, most of them are easily dealt with. Even the big hairy granddaddy of them all, HIV, can be staved off readily if we catch it early.
I could round up my sperm instead, but it was so much easier to go at this from the woman’s side, so Kaitlyn and I agreed that she’d be in charge of this task. Today, there was no danger: she was at least a week from ovulation at the moment.
We returned to rational awareness to the sounds of clapping.
“Oh, ha ha, you two!” snapped Kaitlyn, though with a smile on her face.
“No, seriously, sis, that was hot!” enthused Carmen.
“We got it all on tape,” joked Miguel. “Gonna make millions sellin’ it online.”
I just laughed at them all, too joyful not to add something.
“You two are the model couple,” Kaitlyn retorted. “You’d make great porn stars.”
That settled them down. “Oh no. Not even a little bit. Zero, zero, zero chance,” Carmen replied emphatically.
“She’s right, Miguel,” I put in, “you are banging a supermodel. I’m not exactly jealous, but… Mainly I just want to make sure you know it, that you appreciate it.”
“Oh, I do, I do,” he replied happily.
“Good,” Kaitlyn and I said together, as I pulled her down into my embrace.
I whispered into her ear, “You’re all the porn star I need,” I replied.
“What about madrecita?” she replied playfully, referring to her mother.
“Oh, that was just a good cause, something I simply had to do. It was all work and no play, let me tell you!” I protested with faux innocence.
“Yeah, I’ll bet,” she chuckled into my ear and kissed me on the cheek.
Kaitlyn and I both felt Vin sneak quietly away. We didn’t hear so much as a rustle of a corn stalk’s leaf.
We caressed the farm soil off each other, all of us laughing and giggling, taking much more time doing it than we really had to. Kaitlyn commented, “See, Carmen? Towels make everything much less fun!”
Later that afternoon, Allison came by briefly, rushing between the social events packed in before the opening of another school year, so Kaitlyn took her out into the sandy retreat area for a little girl talk and a massage.
Kaitlyn didn’t say much when she returned, but she did say, “Allison and Joss are getting serious. They’re thinking of getting married right after graduation next year. Keep that under your lid, though. Ali hasn’t told mom, and I promised she wouldn’t learn it from us.”
I asked, “Did you ask if we’re having a second nude wedding?”
“I did, and you know the answer. It’s Allison. Think about it.”
“Ah, I am being silly, aren’t I?” which earned me a lovely smile.