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College Life
By: bsmart

Disclaimer: Rated NC-17 for the good stuff, you’ve been warned. If the idea of sex with a catgirl disgusts you then walk away. If not, read on.

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Chapter 2: I am the Highway

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Anti-Juujin Judge Removed from Bench in Nevada
Associated Press

By Amy Liffel, Associated Press Writer Amy Liffel – 27 mins ago

Judge Herman Melvine of the Eighth Judicial District in Nevada was removed from his position this week by Governor Mark Gibbson. Judge Melvine has been under investigation by the Nevada Judiciary Committee for the past two years due to allegations that the Judge has dismissed cases involving crimes against juujin while showing prejudicial treatment of juujin defendants. Sources indicated that in the two years the judge was kept under investigation two hundred and twelve cases of sexual assault or abuse against juujin were brought to Judge Melvine but only twenty six made it to court. Of those twenty six cases only three resulted in convictions of the alleged attackers. Additionally three hundred and eight eight cases involving violence or discrimination against juujin were referred to Judge Melvine but only fifty nine made it to court with only seventeen resulting in convictions for the alleged attackers. In contrast six hundred and fifty two cases involving complaints against juujin defendants were brought to Judge Melvine with five hundred and seventy one of them making it to court and four hundred and forty nine resulting in convictions.

Judge Melvine is most well known for his statements in open court in June of last year. During a rape trial against a juujin woman the Judge was caught on tape uttering the phrase, "You can't rape the willing," after the prosecution objected to a line of questioning by the defendant's lawyers.

While the judge has yet to be formally charged with any crime the Judiciary Committee has the authority to bar the judge from serving in any Nevada state courts. Well known Humanist lawyer Marshal Evans has been retained by the judge preemptively.

Judge Melvine's removal has stirred high profile spokesmen on both sides of the juujin issue. Humanist spokesman Joseph Abyo has come to Judge Melvine's defense claiming that, "Judge Melvine's removal is spurred by sadly misinformed but well meaning people who have failed to comprehend all facets of the juujin issue and how the law should apply to them. Special interests in Nevada are prejudicially looking to have Judge Melvine removed so they can install even more anti-human judges into their already lopsided courts." Juujin activist Ricardo Villa has offered his own interpretation, "The removal of a highly prejudiced judge has been something the community of Nevada has long campaigned for. Judge Melvine's prejudiced and racist attitudes have prevented many of our citizens from obtaining the justice they deserve or harshly punished citizens for no other crime than their race."

Judge Melvine's removal was greeted by unanimous praise from one section of the population though as the Judge's removal and possible disbarment could provide grounds for appeal for the over three thousand inmates of Clark County jails whose trials Melvine participated in.

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Kelly had always enjoyed driving and not just the visceral thrill of launching his Mustang from a standing start and hauling ass in a drag race, or taking corners at high speed with his tires squealing. He could enjoy just sitting back in the seat and cruising down the highway at a speed that wasn't going to get the state troopers on his ass. There was something deeply relaxing about feeling the miles whip by under the wheels, and watching the scenery pass. Every second they hurtled down the road brought them that much closer to their new lives and freedom.

It wasn't as if any of them had really been restricted before. Kelly's, Stacy's, and Charlene's parents had always been fairly lenient with the group even when it was blatantly obvious what they were doing. Aside from a generic, "stay safe," talk they'd been pretty much allowed to do whatever they pleased including each other. Charlene's folks had once told him that Charlene seemed to think he was special and as far as they could tell Kelly was a fine upstanding young man with a bright future so they were willing to give them plenty of leeway and when it came to teenagers leeway meant just one thing. Kelly could still remember the abject terror the first time he'd woken up in Charlene's bed one night after a particularly raucous party. Kelly didn't drink much at all but that night both he and Charlene had gotten absolutely plastered, come back to her house for drunken, and if he recalled properly, loud sex before passing out. Any chance of sneaking out of the house was blown when he looked at the clock and it was already eight in the morning. Charlene was still passed out in bed with her panties around her knees and Kelly had decided to bite this bullet alone and leave her out of the upcoming ass chewing he was likely to get. With any luck her parents would expend their rage on him and go easier on her. Grabbing a shirt and a pair of shorts that he kept stashed at her house for emergencies he headed downstairs.

To his surprise he'd found Mrs. O'Hara in the kitchen cooking a big breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon, with Georgia's help while Mr. O'Hara sat at the breakfast table reading the paper. If he heard things correctly Charlene's little brother and sister were in the living room watching Saturday morning cartoons. He hadn't been quiet about things, no point in starting now right, but no one seemed ready to pounce. Instead Mrs. O'Hara had just turned her head and said, "Good morning Kelly."

Which was a shock. He'd spent the night with Stacy on more than one occasion but Stacy's parents didn't care. In fact they'd told him as much. "If you two decided to get hammered or wasted or whatever I'd rather you do it at our house and stay safe. After all I'd rather it just be you taking advantage of my drunk daughter than the whole basketball team ok Kelly?" Which had been surreal enough on it's own but that was what he'd come to expect from Stacy's folks. "Well to do flower-children," was how his father had once described them. The wholesome family scene at the O'Hara's house was exactly what he'd come to expect from them, they'd have fit in just fine in some Norman Rockwell painting from the fifties. A happy greeting for the boy who they'd no doubt listened to screwing their daughters brains out last night was not what he was expecting.

"There's some water and some tylenol on the counter over there for you and Charlene. The hang over is going to be bad enough without getting dehydrated on top of it," Doris, or Dottie O'Hara as she insisted on being called, had said all while dressed in a white apron and flipping bacon.

Kelly could only nod at the advice and do as he was told, swallowing the pills and chasing it with the whole glass of water.

"Have a seat over with Bill, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes."

Again, he did as he was told. Bill O'Hara was sitting at his customary seat at the end of the table drinking his coffee and reading the paper. He was already dressed in his golfing shirt and slacks no doubt waiting for his breakfast before his customary Saturday morning round. Kelly picked a seat where he could watch Dottie and Georgia and be near Mr. O'Hara but he kept a seat's worth of distance between them, out of striking range. Kelly just sat there, waiting for the bomb to drop as Mr. O'Hara flipped through the paper. When he'd finished whatever he'd been reading he carefully folded the paper and sat it down on the table in front of him before taking a sip of his coffee. "Want some?"

"Sir?" Kelly had replied.

"Coffee son, to clear the cobwebs."

"Umm, yes please, sir," Kelly had replied not wanting to offend the father of the girl he'd gotten drunk and fucked last night and now he had the gall to sit in his kitchen waiting for his wife to make him breakfast.

Mr. O'Hara didn't move but Mrs. O'Hara did pouring a cup of coffee form their maker and depositing it, a spoon, and a jug of creamer and some sugar packets in front of Kelly without Mr. O'Hara saying a word. Poster children for the fifties. "First time I've ever seen you get drunk Kelly."

Kelly nodded slowly, how did you respond to that?

"I like that you don't indulge that much. A drink here and there is fine, public drunkenness should be avoided, most of the time," he said with a very, very small smirk. "I'm most happy that you had the sense to not drive to the party, back from it, or yourself home. If you had my opinion of you would have taken a big hit."

Kelly just remained silent. In truth the only reason he hadn't driven home was that Charlene had been horny and after they'd collapsed on the bed he'd passed out before he could get up and leave.

"I do have to say though, the next time you sleep over have some consideration for the rest of the house and keep it down. We don't need to hear that."

"At least you guys don't share a wall with them, I had to listen to everything," Georgia sneered. "Usually you last longer than that Kelly, booze doesn't help your game much."

"Georgia!" Mrs. O'Hara scolded her daughter.

"What, it was like ten minutes tops, he usually keeps her going for like thirty."

"Not with your little brother and sister in the next room," Dottie said. "And let that be a lesson to you about drinking in excess."

Mr. O'Hara shook his head at his daughter and wife before turning back to Kelly. "And call your parents to let them know you're staying. They called up an hour ago worried. Dottie had to assure them you were fine," he snorted, "and that she wouldn't send you home hungry."

"I'm not having a guest spend the night and kick him out without breakfast," Mrs. O'Hara said from the skillet as she pulled off a half dozen pancakes. She deposited them on a plate before bringing them to the table while Georgia brought a plate of bacon and bowl full of eggs.

From the doorway they heard a feminine gasp and all turned to see Charlene standing there, disheveled and looking worse for the wear.

"Yes, he stayed the night," Dottie told her daughter. "Tylenol and water on the counter, drink it all then go get your little brother and sister in for breakfast."

Maybe he shouldn't have been that surprised Kelly mused. While his family and Charlene's were both fairly staunch Baptists and fixtures in the church both families had a pretty strong pragmatic streak as well.

"I should probably tell you not to have sex until you're married," his father had once said while they'd been in the garage. "So I am. I've also got to tell you that your mother and I heard the same from our parents and didn't listen all that well."

"Ewwww," Kelly had said as he tightened down on the air filter cover.

"Where do you think you came from Kelly?"

"I'd rather not think about it," he'd replied climbing out from under the hood.

His father just rolled his eyes. "Anyways, I know what it's like to be a teenager, and what it's like to have an incredibly hot girlfriend. Not two like you do but, well still a hot one. I know the odds of you three giving into temptation are pretty good."

"Come on Dad," he'd complained. This was not a conversation he wanted to have with his father.

"Just shut up an listen Kelly. I know the odds are good you're going to give on, or already have...," he tried to make eye contact but Kelly studiously studied the engine. The night before Stacy and Charlene had competed to see who could take him deeper and they'd discovered Stacy didn't have much of a gag reflex and Charlene had wanted to learn a thing or two. "That's what I thought. Do you love them?"

"I'm sixteen Dad," Kelly had said dodging things.

"Yeah but you're smart and about as mature as you can expect a teenager to be so stop dodging the question."

"Yeah I think I love Charlene."

"Stacy," his Dad had pressed.

"Not like that, she's a good friend, a really good friend and we have fun but not like Charlene and me. She's like a sister... sort of."

His father had nodded slowly, screwing the radiator cap back on after finishing filling it. "Then you be careful with them, be honest with them, and for the love of God do not go messing around behind their backs. At your age I'd have given my left nut for what you've got. Screw it up and I'll kick your ass. Oh, and be safe alright. I want grand kids but I want you to be old enough to take care of them. If you need some money for condoms just tell me."

At the time it had been a rather disgusting and disturbing conversation to have with his father but looking back on it he had to admit that his father was remarkably cool about the whole thing. He didn't know of many guy's dad's who'd offered to buy them boxes of rubbers if they needed them. They hadn't needed them. Stacy's parents had gotten her on the pill as soon as she'd asked and to his shock Charlene's parents had even signed off on the releases for her to get it as well. That should have told him something about them but at the time all he'd focused on was that it meant he could do both of them bareback, he despised condoms.

Kaitlyn's parents had never been quite as understanding. While her father had fought her moving out it hadn't taken long before that particular fight had been dropped. Kelly suspected he was just happy to not have him and Kaitlyn disappearing into her room for a quick roll while he was around. He didn't need to have the exact details of his daughter and his nephew's relationship paraded in front of him all the time. Kelly couldn't blame him, for the first few months it had been the only thing Kaitlyn had wanted to do. Though on reflection, that hadn't ever really changed.

"What are you thinking about," Georgia asked from the seat beside him.

"Huh?" Kelly replied being yanked back to the here and now.

"Guess that answers that," Georgia had sneered.

Kelly glared at her. "Just thinking about the first time I slept over at ya'lls house."

"Oh good Lord that," Georgia had said shivering. "Bad enough I had to listen to you two normally. Wasted was a real special treat."

"It couldn't have been that bad," Kelly said as he steered the Mustang into a new lane to avoid slower traffic.

"Why do you think I moved my bed to the other wall of my room?"

"Ah, got ya," Kelly replied.

"Well, it wasn't all bad," Georgia said. "If I knew then what I know now I'd have probably come over and asked to join in."

"I was drunk enough that I might have let you," Charlene said from the back seat.

"Well damn," Georgia said with a smile.

"What's the matter, you boyfriend back then not cutting it?" Kaitlyn asked as Kelly accelerated down an open stretch of road, the engine growling and the wind whipping by the open windows.

"Needle dick?" Georgia asked derisively. "Never did."

"Really, cause all the girls said..." Charlene stared quizzically.

"Yeah, yeah," Georgia cut in. "He had a nice piece of meat, bigger than Kelly's." She reached over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry Master," she said conciliatorily.

"Eh," Kelly said with a shrug. He had no illusions about his size, strictly average, maybe a bit more depending on who was measuring or how the girls were getting his attention that night.

"Problem is he thought having a big one was all he needed," Georgia said. "Sorry prick couldn't last three minutes and thought missionary was it. I was always more into the other girls that him." She giggled. "Besides, after he got them started I'd finish the job. Even Tammy was usually disappointed enough in him to not care a girl was there to finish her off. Thank goodness he used condoms or I'd have let the other girls finish themselves off."

"Not like big stud Cuz though," Kaitlyn purred. "He knows just what to do with his big stick."

Georgia and Charlene both giggled at that. Charlene and Kaitlyn neither had any real point of reference since Kelly was their first and only, if you didn't count Stacy's strap on, so they relied on Georgia's comparisons. Kelly doubted you'd ever convince Kaitlyn he wasn't some kind of sexual god though even if Georgia had flatly declared him the worst lay ever.

"Yes he does," Georgia said as she slid a hand over his thigh and down to his crotch, squeezing his semi-hard cock.

"Hey now," Kelly scolded. "We've still got thirteen hours to Albuquerque. We don't need to be getting riled up early." He didn't make any moves to remove Georgia's hand though.

"Oh come on Cuz, you think we're going to drive all the way. We'll make pit stops and when we do...," Kaitlyn said, ending her implication with a soft mooing sound that sent shivers right to his dick.

"Fine," Kelly said in an attempt to sound like the responsible adult indulging a petulant child but coming off as trying to convince himself to wait. "But we wait until then."

"You know how well he drives normally sis, don't tempt fate by distracting him with your mouth," Charlene agreed.

After that they'd settled down in their seats, Charlene pulling out one of her prep text books while Kaitlyn opened up a magazine and Georgia got out her little netbook. He didn't know what she was doing on it but playing games or looking at porn seemed likely options. For himself he just turned on the radio and cruised, propping his elbow up on the open window sill and savoring the feeling of the tires eating up the miles. The sublime feeling of his other baby rumbling as they peeled away the miles just confirmed that he'd made the right choice to drive. Moving to Vegas with no car, or worse getting some piece of shit Civic or something when he got there just seemed like a nightmare.

Kelly had never really considered himself a car guy in the conventional sense. He didn't eat, sleep, and drink cars like some guys he knew. He knew plenty, he'd chosen the parts and work they'd done on his car all by himself. He knew what to do and how to do it or at least where to look to find out how to do it. His Mustang was his baby though, and just the other girls in her life there was nothing too good for her so he'd spent at least part of every weekend under the hood tweaking, tuning, or fixing something. Maybe he was a car guy, who knew. The best part though was that the girls loved the car as much as he did, or at least being seen in it. Hell, they'd even played with her once. After getting a new gear shifter Georgia had asked if they'd ever christened the car. At first it had seemed like a ridiculous question as he'd had ever single one of them in the back seat and front seat at least once. He'd been a little confused until she'd grasped the new shifter, a billet steel rounded stick as opposed to the big knob some guys liked and repeated the question. All he and the other girls could do was watch as right in the drive-in lot she pulled off her panties and then straddled the center console, using the new gear shift for her pleasure and christening the car right there in front of them. He'd been about to claim to never wash the gear shifter again until Kaitlyn had lunged up out of the back seat and licked it clean of every bit of Georgia's essence.

So he felt fairly certain the girls liked his car, which was important because at times he spent stupid amounts of money on it.

Keeping an eye on the gas gauge and the GPS they continued on down the road, making good time and giving Kelly hope of maybe getting out of the car an hour or two before they'd planned on it. After all, a few extra hours being stuck in a hotel room with three juujin wasn't exactly a curse. It was getting on towards lunch time and their first fill up when Kelly mentioned food.

"I'm getting hungry, how about you guys?"

"Yeah, why," Georgia asked.

"We're gonna need gas soon, I should probably start looking for a place to stop."

"Some place nice, I am not eating McDonalds," Charlene said from the back seat. Kelly just rolled his eyes at that, with her new metabolism Charlene could eat damn near anything and as much of it as she wanted and never gain a pound past her ideal weight.

"You'd better not," Kaitlyn said.

"What's that?" Kelly asked. Kaitlyn had never cared about where they ate before. In fact ever since her threshold she'd been far more worried about simple volume of what was to eat, far more so than quality.

"We ate breakfast with your folks," Kaitlyn said.

"What's your point Kait," Kelly looked up into the mirror and asked.

"I know what her point is," Charlene said with glee.

"Huh?"

"Oh hell yes," Georgia said as she glanced into the back seat.

"What are you talking about?" Kelly asked after glancing over at her.

"Kitten needs her cream," Georgia purred as she took off her seat belt and started to climb into the back seat.

Kelly yelped "Hey sit your fuzzy ass down," as she squeezed into the back seat. He was about to make a scathing retort as he turned around to glance into the back seat but his words died as he heard Georgia's seat belt in back click into place. He insisted on that all the time but it had nothing to do with his sudden silence.

In the back seat Charlene was busy popping open Kaitlyn's bra having already taken the cowgirl's shirt completely off. Kaitlyn had scooted into the center of the bench seat and Georgia was busy plastering herself to Kaitlyn's other side. The back bench was really only big enough for two people despite its optimistic three seat belts. The girls were busy demonstrating just how to get three people back there though, by draping two of them over the third, the third in this case being Kaitlyn who was now the meat in an O'Hara sister's sandwich. Kaitlyn's bra joined her top in the shelf under the back window and she sat topless in the back seat with both of pack mates looking her like Kelly looked at a medium rare steak.

"Watch the road," Charlene warned Kelly. He had to jerk the wheel to get the Mustang back into its lane as they'd started to drift to the right while he'd been watching them. "Nothing you haven't seen before," Charlene added as he glanced into the back seat with the rear view mirror. In truth it was something he usually saw every single morning but that didn't make it any less hot, or his mouth water any less at the thought of trading places with one of the twins. It was also the first time they'd ever done it in a semi-public place. He adjusted the mirror to take in the girl's view of the back seat but Georgia smacked him in the side of the face with her tail.

"Watch what you're doing or you won't get to play with us later because we'll be dead," she'd scolded. Kelly's eyes snapped back forward and sure enough, he was drifting out of his lane again and had slowed down to boot.

"So full Sugar," Charlene had coo'd from directly behind him. "You must be hurting."

"A little," Kaitlyn agreed. She moo'd gently as Charlene did something and Kelly once again almost ran off the road when he checked the mirror. "Come on Cuz, stop it."

Gritting his teeth Kelly reached up and turned the mirror back to its original position. It wasn't worth dying over, but it was damned close.

"You've gotta tell us," Georgia said. "You know we don't mind."

"We had a big breakfast, I didn't want to make you guys sick," Kaitlyn had replied. Kelly tried to focus on the road but it was damned hard. Kaitlyn was in her 'sweet little girl,' mode and Charlene and Georgia were both hungry predators after her.

"But it's not fair to you. Come here sweetie, we know how to make things better," Charlene had said. A few moments later Kelly looked up in his rearview mirror. The only thing he could see was Kaitlyn's ecstatic face and two masses of blonde hair covering her chest. The soft sound of suckling and slurping left him rock hard and straining uncomfortably even in his loose shorts.

Back when they'd first found out about Kaitlyn's little problem she'd complained mightily about it. All juujin had some type of power, some super human ability that set them apart. It was how the first juujin had been discovered. Flying, throwing fire, etc. at first they'd thought to be nothing more than real life and really horny superheroines come to life. It wasn't the case but their abilities had been one of the juujin's most defining characteristics outside of their need for sex. Kaitlyn had been eager to discover hers, until she actually found out what it was.

"I cannot believe this!" she'd squealed as she'd pulled off her shirt. A big stain was collecting on it across both her large breasts.

"It's not that bad," Kelly had said. On the other side of the room Charlene was digging through her purse looking for something to help while Stacy grabbed a new shirt for Kaitlyn.

"Are you stupid? I look like a cow Kelly. How cliché can it possibly get when I start to make milk? MILK! These jugs are already huge and now they get even bigger? What the hell am I supposed to do? Go to a dairy and get milked?!"

She'd thrown her hands up in the air and stalked to the dresser with Stacy. For his part Kelly had no idea what to say or think. Well he had one idea, but Stacy beat him too it.

At the dresser Kaitlyn squealed as Stacy had leaned over and latched on to one of her nipples, pulling her close and suckling firmly on the squirming cowgirl's teat. After only a few seconds she released the abashed bovine's breast and licked her lips, her eyes lighting up. "Oh my god, you won't believe this." Kaitlyn only tried to get out of Stacy's grip but the bigger girl was surprisingly strong.

"What?" Charlene had asked, getting close.

"Try it," was all Stacy said, offering the struggling juujin towards her girlfriend.

Kaitlyn squealed, "No!" and tried to pull away again but Stacy just reeled her back in. Charlene had been put off though so instead Stacy had leaned in for another round. Only this time Kaitlyn's stunned cries faded quickly as did her struggles. By the time Stacy finished what she was doing Kaitlyn was just quivering and mooing softly, pawing at Stacy's head and back whether to push her away or hold her close Kelly didn't know and he suspected his cousin didn't either. When Stacy let go of her Kaitlyn sagged against the dresser, her knees weak but her eyes on Stacy as she went to Charlene, holding her blonde girlfriend's face in her hands she pressed her lips to hers and opened her mouth.

It wasn't the first time he'd watched them kiss but Kelly had never lost his appreciation of it. Stacy and Charlene's lips pressed together, open, their tongues battling and both girls moaning in unison. As the kiss finished Stacy broke apart early, early enough to capture Kelly's eye as the last dribbles of white fluid dropped out of her mouth and plopped onto Charlene's red, bee-stung lips. They sat there glistening like little pearls for a moment before Charlene's tongue darted out and collected them, pulling them back in her mouth for a loud and happy, "Mmmmmmm." Reminding him far too much of an act all three girls had indulged in a few nights ago only this time he wasn't the source of the liquid, Kaitlyn was. And then Charlene giggled.

"I know, right?" Stacy had asked excitedly.

"What are you two doing?" Kelly asked.

Charlene again licked her lips looking for any remaining liquid. "Her milk," she snickered, "it tastes like someone melted the worlds best vanilla ice cream down. You have got to try this."

"Nooo!" Kaitlyn had squealed as Stacy and Charlene had both pounced her.

Not that her protestations were all that heartfelt back then, and she didn't even bother with them now. Not as a horny catgirl and a bunnygirl suckled at her teats, draining every last ounce of milk in Kaitlyn's breasts. Milking Kaitlyn had become a ritual in their little family. For quite some time Kelly had been responsible for taking the edge off in the morning, drinking enough to relieve the worst of the pressure she felt. It had also gotten her by until later in the day when Stacy or Charlene would use her for a snack, suckling as much as they could from her. When Georgia had moved in he'd gotten help in the mornings and when Charlene had it became the norm to drain her for their breakfast and then maybe snacks later on in the day.

Before this Kelly had never believed you could get full off drinking something but Kaitlyn had proven him wrong as her milk almost always filled his belly and seemed nutritious enough to keep them going. In fact it had been proven later when her doctor had gotten a sample of it; turned out to be highly nutritious and pretty good for the girls. They didn't really need any more motivation besides their sweet toothes to help Kaitlyn out with her problem but it didn't hurt.

Of course this willingness to help was going to get them killed as Kaitlyn's appreciative moans for Charlene and Georgia's work were approaching a crescendo. She'd always enjoyed attention being paid to her breasts but it had only gotten more intense since she'd started lactating and it wasn't uncommon for her to orgasm just from being milked alone, which she did, loudly.

"Fuuuccckkk!!!" she'd squealed from the back seat while the twins shared a giggle at her distress. "Ugghhhnnnn yessss...," she wailed as her orgasm let her go, leaving her a relaxed mass on the seat and her breasts noticeably smaller, back to only huge and not titanic like they were when full.

Kelly's grip on the steering wheel was white knuckled as the girls laughed and talked to each other between gentle kisses. Charlene soon climbed into the front seat and sat down with him, putting on her seatbelt as Georgia helped Kaitlyn get dressed in the back seat and then snuggled with the happy cowgirl.

"Aww, poor little boy," Charlene had said with mock sympathy as she ran her hand over his trying to loosen his death grip on the steering wheel. Her hand fell into his lap and sized up his erection. "Don't worry, I'm not completely full yet, I could use some dessert when we stop."

And she had, in the parking lot before they'd gone into the Ruby Tuesdays to get something. Having to listen to them milk his cousin in the car had left him too wound up to think of anything else and Charlene had happily sucked him off but only after Kaitlyn had demonstrated the other power they'd discovered she had. Her mouth had glided up and down him, making his already straining and sensitive shaft even more so as she slobbered all over it, letting Charlene get him off in less than three minutes. The didn't know why or even how but Kaitlyn's only other power, aside from making milk, was that somehow she could increase or decrease the sensitivity of a person's nerve endings. The catch was that she could only do it with her saliva. In the end there were few places on any of their bodies that she hadn't demonstrated that particular talent. One of Kelly's favorites had been when Kaitlyn had decided to get Charlene off simply by sucking on her toes.

Tagged team by his girls and feeling much better they'd sat down for a nice lunch, Georgia and Charlene splitting a sandwich and Kelly getting a burger. Kaitlyn on the other hand just got the salad bar, and proceeded to put the "all you can eat" promise to the test.

"Ya know, I used to think sucking her dry would save me money on feeding you two," Kelly said as he munched on a french fry and looking at the twins. "Problem is she eats for four." Beside him Kaitlyn was on her third plate from the salad bar and she'd almost reduced it from a tower of greens and fixings to puddle of left over dressing with every indication she was going back for more.

"Haha," Kaitlyn had sneered. "You think it's easy making a gallon of milk a day? Try it some time."

"Bitch bitch bitch," Kelly said quietly.

Across the table Charlene was looking past them and smiling, winking, and doing something to get someone's attention. Turning in his seat Kelly spied a boy who should probably still think girls had cooties staring at Charlene and practically drooling. Her sister scooted over a bit and got in on it to before Kaitlyn turned her head and blew him a kiss. "You're all perverts aren't you?" Charlene asked. "Even when you're little."

"Yup," Kelly replied as he stuffed a fry in his mouth. The boy's mother seemed to notice her young son's trance and turn him away, fixing the girls with a withering glare before turning back to her family and scolding her son.

"Aww, kill joy," Georgia said as she turned back to her sandwich. "Someone aught to tell her she'd better get used to the idea or her boy and a critter. The way things are going real human girls are going to be getting rare. Her son's probably going to be shacking up with a girl with a tail when he's older."

"Girls," Charlene corrected. "I dunno, statistically there's likely to be at least one human girl in there, but like three or four juujin. He could find very near human juujin, the kind his mommy might approve of."

Georgia snorted. "Whatever, point is, his pussy is likely to be furry. She'd best get used to the idea."

"And human girls are boring," Kaitlyn said with a smirk as she got up to make another run at destroying the salad bar.

Kelly just shook his head and worked on polishing off his fries. Taking the girls out was always a crap shoot. Kaitlyn's transformation was extensive and simply impossible to hide. You'd never mistake her for anything but what she was. Georgia was better, but still almost impossible. Her ears didn't stick out of her hair too badly, though they were grey in a sea of sunflower yellow curls. The real problem was her long tail. While it wasn't bushy, he joked once that she was obviously a short hair, it was long, sinuous, and almost constantly in motion. She couldn't stand it to be confined either. Charlene was the only girl who could pass for human with a little work. Tuck her ears into a hat or scarf or something and put on a loose skirt with her tail on the inside and she just might do it. All of them drew attention.

It wasn't out of the ordinary for a guy his age to have three girls on his arm when they went out. Much to the older generation's consternation with the population shifting like it was there was only one male for every three girls and the younger generation had just gone with it. After all, when it came to women you could either share a boy with one or two girls or get none at all. For their part most guys weren't trying the whole monogamous thing. Girls either learned to share or went without. Some, like Georgia's old group, formed around a popular guy. The girls were all just there because of the guy. Many, maybe even most in fact, were usually formed by groups of girls who could tolerate one another who then went out and found the lucky guy to be with them. Other's, like Kelly's, just sort of evolved naturally.

All of which meant that there being three of them didn't draw attention, not nearly like the fact that all the girls were juujin. Some nights it didn't. Some nights they went out and just had fun, no complications, no upsets, just a good time. Other nights it was a living hell. Some restaurants refused to serve "their kind," some people made it clear they wouldn't sit next to, "the freaks," and then there was just the occasional cat calls and general insults that occasionally came their way.

Those very insults had resulted in quite the surprise. Only a few weeks prior at the movies they'd begun to get hassled by a group of middle aged business men. With alcohol on their breath they'd started to hoot and howl at the girls starting off with the relatively mundane such as, "Hey baby," but eventually progressing to asking Kelly how much he wanted for a roll with the girls. Never one to take things like that quietly Georgia had stepped up to tell them to back off before Kelly could, putting herself between the group and the drunkards. At that point the booze hounds would not be denied and one of them had grabbed Georgia. It had been a horrible mistake.

In a flash every hair had stood up on Georgia's body a split second before the businessman went absolutely rigid and screamed. His piercing howl dissolved into a choking gargle as he stood there with his hand locked around Georgia's bicep. When she pried him off her he fell like a puppet with his strings cut to lay twitching on the ground, squealing in pain. He twitched spasmodically on the group while everyone, Georgia included just stared.

"Get her!" One of the drunkard's friends had yelled right before the four remaining men charged them. Kelly's hand had fallen to his pocket and the baton his father had given him but before he could Charlene had shouldered her way around her sister and put her hands out as if to stop the onrushing gang.

"Stop!" she'd said confidently but too much alcohol and not enough sense kept them coming. "Stop!" she squealed again but they didn't and the nearest man reached out to grab her arm. He might have managed it to if a second later a torrent of water had erupted from the palms of Charlene's hands. Like a fire hose the twin streams pelted the onrushing men knocking the closest one on his ass and staggering the next two. Kelly just barely caught the flicker of tiny sparks dancing between Georgia's fingers before she lunged at the final, startled man. This time she gripped him and just as quickly as the first man he wound up on the ground twitching but Georgia took her sweet time letting go.

In retrospect it should have been obvious. As juujin they would likely have some power, that was a given. The tiny static shocks that Kelly got anytime after he's spent a while in direct contact with Georgia should have been a clue. Likewise Charlene's was predictable. The statuesque blonde treated her body like a temple, one Kelly enthusiastically worshiped at, and almost never drank anything but water. It wasn't unusual to see her with a bottle of it. After threshold Kelly never saw her without a bottle of water and occasionally an entire jug of it. He guessed he knew where she was hiding it.

"Electricity and water," he remembered saying on the way home. "Wonderful."

Though he reflected that Kaitlyn was right, normal human girls were kind of boring after living with these three.

After lunch and giving both Kaitlyn and Georgia a taste of the desert Charlene had before their meal they'd all three gotten in the car and headed back out on the highway, Kelly weaving the black and silver classic in and out of traffic as he tried to make up a little time their extended pit stop. In retrospect he should have budgeted some time into his schedule for nookie. The thought that the girls would be able to be cooped up in the car all day and not try to relieve their boredom with sex was ridiculous.

He certainly wasn't complaining about their libidos. Even Charlene's considerable lust had been taken up a notch. He couldn't recall a time in the last few months where he'd been shot down if he was horny. Hell, they usually came looking for him. Since bringing Kaitlyn into his life, or maybe more appropriately her barging in, he's gotten used to it and just sort of gone with it.

Slipping through a knot of traffic Kelly was confronted with a few miles of open road and he pushed the gas peddle down deeper to the floor mat.

"Hey babe, did you bring the papers for the apartment?"

"Of course I did, they're in your laptop bag," Charlene said without glancing up from her textbook.

"Just checking," he said. "Wanna make sure we have some place to live when we get there."

"The agent checked it out, everything's kosher and the deposit is paid. They even sent us the keys."

"Yeah, they sent us keys. To what?"

"Where they keep your brains?" Georgia quipped.

"No, his pants just have a zipper," Kaitlyn added.

"Har har," Kelly said. The next knot of traffic wasn't for a few more miles and he was just cruising.

"Just be glad we have a place like this, if we wanted to live on campus they'd shove all of us into a dorm room. Two twin beds and not even two hundred square feet," Charlene said.

"They loosened the restrictions on the dorms?" Kelly asked.

"They had to once they started letting juujin in, if you let a juujin come her human's coming too, and how many humans have just one juujin?" Charlene said.

"Not any smart ones," Kelly said a moment before he felt Kaitlyn punch him in the side of the arm.

"Please, you couldn't even keep the heifer satisfied solo," Georgia said. "Me and Char have to finish her off half the time because little Kelly is out of gas."

"Oh come on, last night I'd already cum with all of you at least once. Even I've got limits," Kelly protested indignantly. "I got back in it."

"Yeah, after the three of us spent half an hour without you," Georgia quipped. Charlene was keeping as silent as she could but she was still giggling behind her textbook. "In fact I think Charlene's strap on was harder than you ever were the second round."

"I can confirm that," Kaitlyn said. "Good thing he had my pussy because I doubt he could have crammed that limp noodle in my ass the way Char did." Kelly glared daggers at her but the little cowgirl was grinning from ear to ear. She stuck her long wide tongue out at him even as her tail was flicking his arm.

Charlene spoke up, "Well, we're still going to have to keep it down. We won't be having this apartment to ourselves you know. We're splitting it three ways."

"Well maybe we can get one of Kelly's new roommates to come finish us off when he can't perform," Georgia teased.

"Oh hell no," Kelly said. "You're all one dick juujin, you hear me?"

"But last night Char...," Kaitlyn started.

"Ok, one real dick," Kelly amended but he was still fuming.

A pair of arms wrapped around his neck from behind and Georgia rubbed her cheek against his while purring. "Oh relax," she soothed. "None of us are going to stray and you're more than man enough for us. Besides, we all like girls, so a little dickless screwing is good."

Kelly grimaced but let it go. "Alright, alright."

"I wonder if the other guys will have any juujin," Kaitlyn wondered.

"Agent didn't say," Charlene said, "apparently the complex hadn't matched up roommates until after the agent set us up. That's why we didn't get the keys till last week."

"College age guys, I'd be shocked if they didn't," Kelly commented.

"Well if we can't go around making nice with every dick we meet you'd better keep your's for us, got it?" Georgia said.

"I got it. I'm just glad we're bringing the bed with us."

"Fuck yes," Georgia said. "I am not sleeping on the floor again."

"It was like two nights, and you could have slept with us," Kaitlyn replied by rote. This wasn't the first time this had come up.

Georgia huffed. "Three people on a full size bed? Are you kidding me? Fucking yes, sleeping no."

"Hey, you could have slept up with us," Kaitlyn said.

Kelly smirked. He'd had a full size bed most of his life. It was an antique that his grandfather had slept on when he was a kid. It had always been kind of a joke between him, Stacy, and Charlene but it hadn't mattered because they rarely slept over with one another and if they did it was at Stacy's. When Kaitlyn had moved in things had gotten a bit close but Kelly couldn't really complain, Kaitlyn was a hell of a snuggle buddy and even with a bigger bed he'd have had as much room as she insisted on plastering herself to his side. Then Georgia had come along and suddenly that full bed had no room. She'd been unwilling to cram in that closely and he couldn't blame her. The first few nights she'd slept on a pallet on the floor until they'd gone out and bought a queen sized bed. It hadn't been particularly spacious, but with two girls like Kaitlyn and Georgia to snuggle with he hadn't complained.

Then Charlene had come along. Though he'd had some warning before she'd moved in. His parents had informed him that they weren't buying a new bed six months after the last one and he could have his old full one back. Kelly had known that wasn't going to work, and more than likely the girls were going to be around for a long, long time. So he'd taken some of his own money and bought a new king sized bed. Technically he bought the frame and box spring himself, the girls had gone together for the mattress and a couple sets of sheets, silk ones and Egyptian cotton ones with thread counts that looked liked lottery payouts.

They'd been sure to check with their apartment hunter in Vegas that there was enough room in the apartment for a king sized bed. There was, but barely. The girls hadn't seemed to mind, even Charlene who by that point was starting to really warm to her new found libido. Kelly hadn't really cared about it for that use, after all sex was good no matter what, the place didn't bother him too much. He cared about it for sleeping on though. He couldn't imagine cramming four people onto a queen sized bed. Even the king was snug sometimes. So their bed was coming with them, safely packed away in the moving van.

The rest of the day passed relatively quietly. The miles peeled off the road and soon they were closing in on Albuquerque.

"Not really any way around the city," Kelly explained as they cruised down the road, "but we're coming in late so the traffic shouldn't be too bad." He had his headlights on and the sun had set two hours ago. True night was held off by the lights of the city and Kelly had no trouble hitting the I-25/I-40 interchange and getting through it. "The hotel's on the other side of the city right?" he asked.

In the seat beside him Georgia yawned and looked at her netbook. "Yeah, on the outskirts, we got a few more miles."

"Sleepy Kitten?"

"Bored," she replied. "Tell me we don't have to do this again tomorrow."

"We don't have to do this tomorrow."

"Liar," she sneered.

"Yeah but come on, tomorrow's only ten hours, not this fourteen hour marathon."

"Only ten hours," Georgia droned as her ears twitched on top of her head.

"Tomorrow we sleep in our own bed," Kaitlyn said. "We'll be there and it'll be good."

Truth be told Kelly was completely and totally worn out. Fourteen hours behind the wheel had worn on him and he was really looking forward to stopping soon. He could agree with Georgia's sentiment completely but it couldn't be helped, they had to get to Vegas and he wasn't leaving his car. In retrospect he supposed they could have trailered it behind the moving van and flown to Vegas but as much as his ass was complaining about the torture spending the day on the road with his girls had actually been kind of fun. Just the four of them, on their own, no parents or rules or restrictions beyond those of the state. It had felt good.

It was more than a few miles but in twenty minutes the GPS started to fuss at him to take the next exit and he did, pulling off the highway and onto a local road.

"There it is," Georgia said pointing to a two story motel off the side of the road.

"This place?" Kaitlyn asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, what?" Georgia replied.

"It's kind of a... shit hole," the cowgirl answered.

"It's decent enough," Georgia said defensively. "I didn't think we needed to pick out some five star resort for one night. So long as it has a clean bed we're good right?" Georgia had wanted to plan their stay in New Mexico and Kelly had let her. He didn't feel like doing it when she'd asked and she seemed pretty eager to do it so he'd let her.

"It'll be fine," Charlene said backing up her sister. "We're not even going to be here twelve hours."

"I just don't wanna catch herpes off the toilet," Kaitlyn snarked.

"You're going to be fine," Kelly injected. "It's not that bad." Truthfully he didn't think it was and Charlene had a point, they wouldn't even be staying twelve hours, why blow a lot of money on a place you wouldn't even put twenty four hours on. He mentally made a note not to let Kaitlyn plan any of their trips unless he was willing to spend some cash.

Parking the car out front Kelly got out and leaned his seat forward so Charlene could get out. As she straighten up he leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the lips. "Love you," he said quietly to her and she smiled back.

"Oh for fucks sake," Kaitlyn whined as she climbed out on Georgia's side. "The next time you suggest taking the scenic route I'm tying you up and throwing you in the trunk."

"I thought it was nice," Kelly said as he popped open the trunk and pulled out the overnight bag they'd packed.

"Yeah, the first six hours were. The last eight fucking sucked," she complained.

"Bitch bitch bitch," Kelly muttered as he locked the car and they headed inside.

The bored looking night clerk perked up as they entered, putting down his magazine and doing a truly awful job of trying to subtly check out the three juujin.

"Hey, buddy, over here," Kelly said to get his attention.

"Umm, huh?" the clerk replied dumbly as he tore his eyes away from Charlene's ears to look at Kelly. He was barely out of his teens if Kelly's guess was right, either a post high school loser or a college guy just trying to make a buck he supposed. His short brown hair was in desperate need of a washing and an introduction to a comb.

"Chambers, Kelly. I've got a reservation."

"Oh, sure," the clerk replied as it finally dawned on him why these people had entered his motel. A quick look through the computer confirmed the reservation and after the usual checking in rituals they had a card key to their room. "Two oh seven," the clerk told them. "Take the elevator up," he said pointing to the lift right behind them. "and it's pretty much right above us."

"Thanks," Kelly said trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. It had taken twice as long to check in as it should have as the clerk had spent the entire time looking everywhere but at him. They took the keys and got on the elevator, all while the clerk stared, no longer trying to hide it at all. As the doors started to close Georgia grabbed the sides of Kaitlyn's face and crushed their lips together as their bodies and breasts met as well.

"You two are awful," Charlene deadpanned.

"Biggest thrill he's gotten all night," Kaitlyn said as they came up for air.

Kelly did his best to ignore the girl's harmless teasing. He'd fought that battle before and soundly lost. They'd all come to an agreement, so long as the girls didn't show the goods he'd let it slide. Keeping them from teasing people was a completely lost battle.

The elevator was slow but it got where it was going and they got off on the second floor. Sure enough their room was right where it was supposed to be almost directly over the lobby. Their key let them in and as a group they groaned.

"I said a king sized damn it!" Georgia exclaimed as they looked at the pair of twin beds in the room.

"We'll just make it work," Kelly said. "I don't really care at this point." He hefted the suitcase onto the nearest bed and started to open it.

"Well we can push them together," Charlene offered.

"Still gonna have a big fucking crack in the middle," Kaitlyn said.

Kelly just grunted and went to the night stand separating the beds. He picked it up and tossed it in the nearest corner before pushing the beds up next to one another. It wasn't perfect but they hadn't spent a night in separate beds for as long as they'd all been together. "We'll still have to sleep in pairs but at least we'll be close," he said.

"Thank you sweetie," Charlene said as she gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Shower's small," Kaitlyn complained from the bathroom. The twins were sitting down on the far bed and turning on the TV.

"You're not going to find a big one like at home any time soon," Kelly said. Kaitlyn had developed a bit of an obsession with all of them bathing together. Any time his parents were out for the evening she invariably dragged them all to his parents big glass walk in shower for a little fun. Not that Kelly was complaining about being surrounded by wet, naked, and slippery female bodies, but the one time his parents had come home to find Georgia's tits pressed against the glass while he drilled her from behind and Charlene was busy eating out Kaitlyn right next to them was a bit awkward.

Kelly unzipped the small bag and started to undress himself for a shower. "Get the water hot Kait," he said loudly.

On the bed Charlene and Georgia's ears perked up but before they could say anything Kaitlyn yelled, "Called it!" from the bathroom. Both of the blondes looked disappointed but Kelly just shrugged.

"I can always stay and watch," he said with a lecherous grin.

"In your dreams," Charlene said as she flipped her hair out of her face and over her shoulder.

"Every day," he said with a smile. Truth be told he loved to watch them take a shower together. It was strictly non-sexual between them but for him there was nothing non-sexual about watching the twins soap each other up. He tossed his boxers in the corner and walked into the bathroom. To his total lack of surprise Kaitlyn's clothes were strewn all over the bathroom and she was naked as the day she was born. "How did I get so lucky," he asked himself softly as he looked over his cousin's body.

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Kelly walked towards his black with silver stripes Mustang with a smile on his face, but he couldn't miss the barely concealed disgust on the girl's faces. He'd hoped that a proper Kaitlyn supplied breakfast and a good morning screw might have improved their moods but it didn't. He supposed he couldn't blame them, another ten hours in the car wasn't something he was looking forwards to either but at least he'd get to drive his baby. Kaitlyn had beat them all downstairs though and had attacked the continental breakfast with gusto, eliminating most of the toast and fruit while putting a good dent in the eggs and various juices. When Kelly had turned in his key he could see the wheels turning in the new clerk's head trying to decide if he should charge them for Kaitlyn's rampage.

"Eat it or drop it," Kelly said spying a bagel smeared with jelly in Kaitlyn's hand as she approached the car.

"Oh come on," his cousin complained.

"The last time you had something like that in the backseat I spent two hours back there trying to get the stain out."

"You'd think with all the bodily fluids dribbled all over this car you wouldn't care about some jelly," she complained.

"Different," Kelly said quickly.

Kaitlyn just sneered at him then jammed the entire bagel in her mouth at once. "Hammpfhy?" she muttered around a mouthful.

Kelly rolled his eyes and waved her in.

A quick stop at the local gas station for a full tank, a V-8 was many things but fuel efficient wasn't one of them, and drinks all around had them ready to hit the road again. Just outside the gas station they were sitting at a light as a bumper rattling beat started to approach them from behind.

"Oh fuck," the twins both said as their ears flattened against their heads. Both girls sense of hearing had improved tremendously to the point where they both made Kelly keep his music what they described a 'reasonable' volume lest they deny him access to the promised land. Whoever was driving the car that was coming up fast either had deaf juujin or just didn't care.

The car that pulled up was like so many that Kelly detested, some rice rocket a poser spent more money on body kits than anything that made it as fast as the bodywork suggested it was. Even his sound system sucked as Kelly could hear all the speakers topping out and losing definition. Whatever he was playing might have been music once but it wasn't anymore. Now it was just noise. The driver was no better as he rolled down his window and started gesturing at Kelly. The black fitted cap turned backwards, the green sunglasses, the pencil thin goatee, it all screamed one word Kelly, douchebag.

"Are you kidding me?" Kaitlyn asked from directly behind Kelly.

The bozo beside them was starting to indicate he wanted to race. "What's that antique got?" he jeered. "What have you got in there, some jin pussy too hot for you," he asked as he scooted his car forward and tried to look at Charlene. "Come on baby, get in my ride and I'll do you right honey. Dump the loser."

"Smoke him Cuz," Kaitlyn urged.

"Burn him," Georgia echoed.

"Do it," Charlene said from the seat beside him. He was so taken aback by this that he nearly missed the light going green. He was used to such outbursts from his cousin, whatever filters might have once existed between her impulses and her mouth were long gone. Georgia was far more impulsive and both seemed to love it when he drove a little crazy but Charlene was the voice of reason in their little group. Her encouraging a street race would be as bizarre as Kaitlyn turning down sex. She leaned over to look past Kelly and did the most unlady like thing Kelly had ever seen her do in public. With her middle finger raised all by its lonesome high in the air she smiled at the guy and said, "Fuck you limp dick."

Kelly didn't indulge in street racing, some of his friends thought he was a bit of a pussy to build a car like he had and then not go racing with it. The cops in his San Antonio had taken to confiscating the cars of street racers and taking their sweet time returning them. He'd spent too much money and too much time on his car to lose it because he had to prove his ride was better than some ricer's. Still, every once in a while it was nice to put a douchebag like this guy in his place and really uncork his car. While his rational brain might still be pondering his blonde angel giving him the go ahead to do something stupid and dangerous his testosterone soaked hind brain just yelled "Punch it!" when he caught the green out of the corner of his eye, and he did.

The banshee shriek of a too large turbo spinning up was quickly drowned by the gut rumbling roar of eight cylinders of American muscle doted over by two guys with too much time on their hands. If Kelly judged the distance right the on ramp to the highway was eight hundred feet or so away. At that distance it didn't matter how high the top end of the douche's turbo charged lawnmower was, all that mattered was torque, and that was something Kelly's Mustang had, more axle twisting torque than any rice rocket could ever hope to get. The import squealed his tires hoping away from the line but Kelly's oversized rubber rollers held on tight and he just left. The closest the abbreviated race ever was was at the start line and it only got worse. Kelly was still pulling through second gear about to jump to third as the speedometer passed fifty.

"Yeeeehaaaaw!" Kaitlyn whooped from the back seat as the acceleration pinned them all back.

The on ramp was coming up quick and Kelly was still deep in third pushing his car past eighty and as much grunt as it had in a straight line it was still a mid sixties car. The only glimpse he could get of the ricer was in his rearview so Kelly figured he'd put him in his place. Transitioning off the gas he nursed the breaks as he eased off the main road and into the turn lane. Just as he was about to turn onto the on-ramp the import finally caught up wheezing and groaning like sprinter running a marathon. Kaitlyn and Georgia were laughing their asses off as was Charlene and she leaned across him to wave goodbye to the idiot as Kelly whipped the Mustang through the corner at fifty and stood on the gas again, leaving Albuquerque behind.

By the time they hit the top of the on-ramp Kelly was doing well over eighty and faster than most of the traffic. A quick flick of his wrists sent them careening between two cars and over two lanes of traffic to the left hand lane where Kelly kept his foot down edging the Mustang over ninety.

"Ok, ok, stud. You blew the asshole away, don't get us a ticket now," Charlene complained. Kelly could see her hands tightening on the door and seat as she got nervous.

Kelly backed off the gas but said, "You're a juujin. I could probably run into you at this speed and all you'd have are some bruises."

"I'd rather not find out the hard way damn it," she said. "Besides, even if I could you couldn't. We'd all rather not have to find a new boy-toy."

"Fuck him, what about the car?" Georgia asked.

"Love you too Georgie," Kelly sneered.

Once again they were on the road to Vegas and the Mustang was eating up the distance. Kaitlyn had a new magazine out and Georgia was back in her netbook doing whatever it was she'd been doing yesterday. Charlene had a new textbook out and was buried in it, reading quickly, inhumanly quickly. Apparently her eyesight had improved incredibly and her reading speed was triple what any normal human's might be. Even without training she could put a speed reader to a race. Kelly almost wondered how fast she could read if she ever got serious and took lessons.

It worked out well for Kelly. Charlene was easily the smartest of all of them, and driven as well. She'd never had less than a B+ in school and precious few of those regardless. She was the only person he'd ever met who not only read everything required but the suggested as well and then she'd go looking for even more books on a subject. More than a few nights he'd been without a snuggle buddy because Charlene was busy studying. Her new found speed reading meant she was able to put away the books earlier. It especially worked out well for him as the normally determined Charlene had taken on an almost maniac intensity when it came to her schooling. She was determined to be the best, regardless of her "disability" as he occasionally heard her refering to it.

Kelly couldn't think of it as a disability though. On top of her ability to play fire hose and speed read Charlene had all the usual benefits of being a juujin. She was disease resistant, in spite of all the looking the combined group at the JJDepot had done no one could find reference to a sick juujin. Even the most virulent diseases in the world were no match for a juujin's system. Diseases that would kill a human in days left juujin achy for a few days with a case of the sniffles. She was tough, not invincible but very very tough. They'd been working outside in the yard cleaning out some old trees and the girls had been helping load them into a chipper. The branch they'd been loading, that was thicker than Kelly's thigh, had gotten away from them and slammed into Charlene's side, hitting her in the upper arm and crushing it against her chest. On a human they'd have had a broken arm at a minimum, probably a broken collar bone, broken ribs, and who knew what kind of internal damage. Charlene just got an ugly bruise out of it. She'd yelled at her sister to pay attention and got right back to it, loading up branches that would have put Kelly's back out just trying to lift them.

Acute senses, disease resistant, tougher than a tank, super powers, and hotter than hell, Kelly couldn't really figure out what Charlene's problem was. It wasn't as if San Antonio had been prejudiced, it was a pretty fair town, and Vegas was known for being the most liberal place in the country when it came to juujin. He didn't get it. Kelly put it out of his head though, she was over the worst of it. If she was still in a bit of a funk about her situation sometimes they could deal with it, maybe make her a cake or something.

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"Is this the exit?"

"Yeah yeah, this is the one," Georgia assured him looking at her netbook.

"It says state road five ninety three on the sign," Kelly said with concern.

"Five ninety three, Tropicana, same thing," she replied.

"Yeah but...,"

"Get off the fucking road Kelly!" Georgia snapped and Kelly hopped lanes quickly.

"Sheesh, you don't have to yell at me."

"Who's got the damn map?" Georgia asked.

"Whatever." Kelly eased them off the highway and back onto the surface streets.

"Not what I was expecting," Kaitlyn said as she looked around at the housing and apartment complexes along the road. A few small retaurants dotted the roads and some shopping centers but nothing that would have been out of place in any normal city.

"Well the whole thing can't be the strip," Charlene said. "San Antonio's more than the River Walk."

"Yeah but still," Kaitlyn said.

"I know," Charlene said.

"Hey! Pinball hall of fame!" Kaitlyn piped up.

Kelly snorted at that and kept on driving down the road. Though that was the first thing that might have been even a little bit Vegas since they'd entered the city limits.

"Hey, there it is!" Charlene said from the back seat.

"What is?" Kelly asked.

"UNLV!"

Kelly looked off to the right and sure enough he saw a sign for their school. Mostly all they saw were parking lots but beyond them rose the campus buidlings. "I'll be damned," he said. There was a certain undeniable thrill from finally seeing their school right there.

"That means we're close," Kaitlyn chirped.

"Oh shit, right," Georgia said.

Kelly looked at her, "Huh?"

"Get in the right lane and turn right!" she insisted. "Turn right on Swenson!"

"Crap!" Kelly yelped. He checked his mirrors quickly and shot over to the right lane, taking the turn onto Swenson immediately afterwards to the annoyance of the people he'd cut off.

"Don't get us killed the first day sweetie," Charlene complained.

Swenson was quieter than Tropicana had been and Kelly took the opportunity to slow down and gawk at the campus.

"Look at the size of those parking lots," Kaitlyn said. "Even if you drive you've still got a half mile hike to school."

"We'll manage," Charlene said with a huge smile.

"Ok, left on Harmon coming up," Georgia said giving Kelly plenty of warning.

"Thanks," he muttered as he spotted their turn and made it. Kelly transitioned them smoothly onto Harmon and gawked. "Hey, it's the Hard Rock!"

"Whoa, we're living behind the Hard Rock?" Kaitlyn asked.

"You didn't look it up when we got the place?" Charlene asked incredulously.

"Well, no," Kaitlyn admitted as they drove by.

"Ok, apartments are just up here on the right," Georgia commented. "Right there," she said while pointing.

Kelly pulled into their new apartment complex and paused, letting the car roll to a stop. "Mas Verde Appartments," he said to no one in particular.

"Very green apartments," Charlene said. "But they're beige."

Kelly snorted. Whoever had named the apartment complex had probably meant the large amount of landscaping they'd done, not the apartments. The apartment buildings themselves were nondescript three story affairs with stairs in central corridors. Each building was long and low with three or four staircases in them which Kelly figured meant they were eight or so apartments long and two wide. The buildings were brown stucco with red brick accets and a slate gray roof. Since they were in the desert Kelly figured the light colors were a defense mechanism but the dark roof was an odd choice. Didn't matter to him he supposed., Their rent included utilities so if they had to keep the AC cranked, whatever. The landscaping was actually nice, palm trees were everywhere and in dense enough clusters to give some actual shade. The ground was covered in palms and scraggly shrubs. The apartment buildings themselves were all arranged in concentric rings around a central courtyard if Kelly remembered correctly. Parking was all around the rings and covered for residents.

"Go to the right right?" he asked.

"We're pretty close to the middle so it doesn't matter that much," Charlene said. "I'd try over on the right though, we're a little bit closer over there." She'd taken point on their apartment so Kelly took her advice.

"Hey, is that the moving van?" Georgia asked as a large white van drove their way.

"I think it is," Kelly said. He rolled down his window and waved at the movers. They pulled up beside the Mustang and waved as well. "Everything go in ok?"

The driver nodded. "No problems. Even got everything in there the way the little lady wanted." Charlene had given them a floorplan of the apartment and where she'd wanted thing put.

"Thanks guys," Kelly said. The driver tipped his hat and pulled away. Meanwhile Kelly gave it some gas and pulled around the right side of the complex, looking for a spot. It didn't take long to find one as it turned out they were marked for each apartment. They all got out and collected their things before heading in.

"Should be the next building in, right near the pool," Charlene said as she looked at their paper work. She'd put on a simple red t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts that morning and Kelly's eyes were glued to the spot where she'd cute a hole for her tail which just happened to be above her glorious ass which the tight little shorts did nothing to hide. "Building nine, apartment three oh seven."

"Alright," Kelly said as he hefted their overnight suitcase. "Let's go home."

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Dramatis Persona

Kelly Chambers - 19 Years old. Born March 11th, 1991. Freshman Architecture Major at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas
Charlene O'Hara- 19 Years old. Born April 17th, 1991. Twin of Georgia. Freshman Lodging and Resort Management Major at UNLV. Thresholded at age 18 into a bunny-type juujin.
Kaitlyn Chambers - 17 Years old. Born February 15th, 1993. Thresholded at age 15 into a cow type juujin.
Georgia O'Hara - 19 Years old. Born April 17th, 1991. Twin of Charlene. Thresholded at age 18 into a cat type juujin.

Timeline:
November 2006, (15yo) Kelly meets Stacy and starts to date her.
February 2007, (15yo) Kelly meets Charlene and starts to date her.
December 2008, (17yo) Kaitlyn thresholds at 15. Chooses Kelly to look after her.
March 2009, (18 yo) Kaitlyn moves in with Kelly.
October 2009, (18yo) Georgia thresholds. Charlene convinces her parents Kelly could look after her.
November 2009, (18yo) Amicable breakup with Stacy
December 2009, (18yo) Georgia moves into Kelly's house.
March 2010, (19yo) Charlene breaks down at Kelly's birthday party and thresholds. Moves in with Kelly shortly after.
May 2010, (19yo) Kelly, Charlene, & Georgia graduate High School
August 2010, (19yo) Kelly and Charlene start classes at UNLV.

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Author's Notes (6/4/10)

1) If you're interested you can find where they're all living on your map site of choice. First big complex west of the Hard Rock in Vegas. Have I mentioned how much the internet kicks ass?
2) Most of Vegas is pretty normal looking, if you're not on the strip its like pretty much any other big city west of the Mississippi.
3) The main juujin site is located at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Juujin/

Email me if you want at: bsmartfanfic@yahoo.com I'll respond to your email but I don't promise you'll like it.

Thanks as always to Lighthawk who continues to subject himself to my endless stream of consciouness e-mails and rambling discussions about nothing.