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"...With his second joining, he will frustrate the enemy within, but still be conquered into slavery..." "...After his bondage is destroyed, his third joining will reveal the dark legacy..." "Did that mean what I think it means?" I asked quietly, as nude ukraine preteens we trotted down the much expanded tunnel, towards the nearest Blue Line station that would let us out into the daylight. "What do you think it means?" "We had more than one group keeping an eye on us out there." I said. "Yeah. I think you're right." ::There was equipment in her vehicle. Very advanced for mortals. It could dark preteen site possibly be used to detect Esseren technology, if it isn't shielded xexo preteen or stealth-cloaked.:: The AI said. "So. Government." I said shortly. ::Shadow Agency.:: Jeremey added. "How is this going to screw up our investigation, you think?" I asked. "I dunno. Only thing I know is that things just got a lot more complicated if they're taking an active interest in us already. I think we need to know more about them." :Rom?: I asked, uploading the imagery to him. nasty under preteens ::This could be a problem.:: Rom replied after a barely noticeable pause. ::Yeah, we figured that. Can you tell us anything useful?:: ::Rhianna Jebson. On paper she's the second assistant to Donald Evans, the Homeland Security liason to the FAA for the region. On another, classified set of papers, Donald Evans is a Colonel in the United States Airforce and an operative of the National Security Agency. That same set of papers has Rhianna as a special investigator for the NSA.:: Rom recited. :The NSA? The NSA knows about us?: I protested. ::You didn't let me finish. Another, even more classified set of papers, say she's also a top-level operative of the Defense Department with unlimited clearance and on an unspecified long-term mission for the last 5 years. And finally, there's one set of papers that less than 50 people have access to, and the only two of those people whose names match any sort of public record is the President and the Secretary of Defense. Those papers say she actually holds the rank of Lieutenant Colonel, and is a field operative for the Rose Taskforce, a division of what used to be called MJ-12.:: Rom said. ::Well, I've heard of MJ-12. What the hell is the Rose Taskforce?:: Jeremey asked. ::Rose...we think that's a reference to Rosecrucian Manifestos a few centuries preteen gir model ago. A mortal companion of a young Guardian published an expose that came very close to revealing the Brotherhood of Guardians to the mortal public. In intelligence circles there has remained a suspicion that the manifestos contained a grain of truth, ever since.:: :So that's what this Rhianna Jebson is trying to prove?: dark preteen site : h, by now I'm sure they're quite positive we exist. And, given the equipment in her vehicle, they have some basic awareness of our technological capabilities.:: Rom said. :Shit. So they actually know about us. And want to know more.: I said. ::Exactly. Judging by this small interaction, the attention is not necessarily hostile. Still, they wish to discover things we wish to conceal, so you'll need to consider her and her associates as an adversary. Don't do anything to invite hostile interest, of course.:: ::Can you upload any information you have on the Rose Taskforce to our AI? And especially anything about Jebson, and any other agents they have in the area?:: Jeremey asked. : one.:: Rom promised. The AI preteen candid pantyhose hummed confirmation in our heads. :Alright. We're going to go ahead and check out the results of my little bit of mayhem last month.: I joked. ::Good luck.:: The police station welcomed us with open arms. We'd slipped something to two key officers to help them sleep in this morning, and assumed their faces as we strolled in at 7 am. Straight to Records. nasty under preteens "Someone's done a neat smooth-over job here I think." Jeremey announced as we skimmed through a massive stack of police reports. "Yeah. I thought they'd explain it as mass hysteria, maybe brought on by a chemical leak. I guess they figured that'd bring too much scrutiny." The reports didn't list a chemical leak, hysteria, a masked madman, or a terrorist attack at all. They'd simply catalogued several individual assaults, with the various victims indicated as mutual aggressors. The upstanding citizens, discovering their own participation in a brawl, chose not to pursue the matter. And the officers investigating chose not to speculate on the sudden outbreak of violence, or even link the various incidents together at all. "Well, it looks like four officers are responsible for every one of these reports." Jeremey said. "What you wanna bet they pulled strings to make sure they were the ones who got called to the scene?" I said. "What you wanna bet they've got bits of metal wrapped around the tips of their spinal cords?" Jeremey shot back. "What about the...dead ones?" I asked hesitantly. ::Looks like they used those ones to keep the more obstinate survivors silent. These three homicides here...there is overwhelming evidence that these two individuals killed them, but the officers ruled it self-defense. Same pattern for this homicide and that survivor, and these two and those two. All six of the people you killed ended up being used as muzzles for someone.:: "Fuck." I muttered. I hated the idea that I'd killed people. Innocent people who had been asleep while their bodies were being used like puppets. ::Jules, we all know you tried your best to not kill them. Shit, man. You were a mortal. A mortal teenager, being attacked by petites preteens free a huge crowd of adults! Nobody expects you to only use non-lethal blows in that situation.:: Jeremey lectured silently, rubbing my shoulder. "I know. I know. It still bothers me." I grunted. "So. You think we should check out the officers?" Jeremey asked. "Why? I think we already know exactly what they are. Let's check on the big-mouths." "Why? They don't know anything. We'll fuck up the cover-up if we start asking questions and getting them suspicious that something more is going on. Best if they all just put it behind them." "Fine. So now what?" ukrainan preteen Jeremey gave me a smirk, then calmly spit up a sensor into his hand. "We need eyes. And we could also make a trip to the cemetery." He carefully opened an acoustic tile in the ceiling and planted the sensor above it. "What kind-" : eep scanner, short range.:: The deep scanner would penetrate every obstacle within its range and construct a detailed map of every molecule in that area. The process preteen link free took a while, but in a few days we'd preteen model hosting have a complete database of every piece of paper filed in the room. "We should also probably have a-" "I've got it, don't worry." Jeremey spit up a second sensor, one of the golf-ball sized area sensors I'd originally invented while I was still a mortal. He pulled out a filing drawer and stuck it in the back corner of the cabinet. "I think if we're here to study them, we should keep constant tabs on all them. No blind spots, the whole city." Jeremey suggested. "That's going to take a lot of hardware." I said. "There's two of us this time. Bring on the plastic beans." As we traveled between graveyards, Jeremey insisted we stop at several stores to pick up "building materials", and stopped periodically to secretly ingest them, and to place the longer-range sensors in key locations. :There's nothing there.: I reported several hours later. ::Fuck!:: Rom swore. ::They've pulled up every single body, taken out the implants, and replaced the corpse without leaving any sign the mortals would be able to detect.:: Jeremey told him. ::This is not good. That's seven sets of implants that we know of that they've recovered. If this is a general pattern...:: :If this is a general pattern, then they're probably recycling them. Which means we've got a more long-term problem than you thought.: I finished for him. ::It's going to be a war then.:: Rom said grimly. red mag preteen :Yeah. Looks like someone just beat the Fallen for the most-important-adversary award.: I said. ::Alright. We're going to have to brief the rest of the Brotherhood on this issue. If they're planning the sort of long-term manipulation that I think they are, I think we ALL need to be ready to counter them in any way possible.:: :We're trying to fill in our sensor grid for this city. With time we nymphet preteen site can have the entire metro area under complete surveillance.: I informed Rom. ::Good. That's vital right now, I think. Get that complete coverage as soon as you possibly can.:: ::We'd really have complete coverage nude ukraine preteens right now if we allowed the sensors to scan actively.:: Jeremey offered. preteen nudist index :No...no. We won't gain anything if they know we can watch them. Stick to passive. Use the active sensors only where you don't mind if they find out red mag preteen about it.: :We've already used one, to catalogue all the files at the police station.: I told him. ::It'll take a while to build and place the sensors if we're restricted to passive scanning. The biggest ones only have a range of 1000 feet in passive mode.:: :I might be able to improve on that a bit.: I suggested. : o you mind sharing the technology? The Guardians there in Boston should be able to accelerate things if they can each build their own sensors according to your plans.:: Rom said. :Sure. I'll send them to you, you send them to everyone else. Other cities too, if you think it will help.: : efinitely. Right now we need as much information as we can get.:: Rom said. :Fine. Then you have my permission and they have my permission to use this sensor stuff to keep watch on them.: I said. ::Hey wait a minute. I seem to remember discovering that knowledge is money in the Guardian world, right?:: Jeremey interjected. ::That's true. And technological developments are often the most valuable pieces of information.:: Rom agreed. : on't you think Julian should get preteen sex tapes something for all this? I mean...it's only, what, a hybrid of cutting edge human electronics and ancient scanning technology, through Esseren construction techniques. The prophecy thing seemed to think it was a pretty big deal. Shouldn't Julian be getting some kind of credit for it that he can pull on later?:: Jeremey pressed. :Jer, I really don't think this is the time to be talking about money. This is a war and-: ::No, he's right.:: Rom interrupted. ::This is a very significant development. Julian, immortals share time and effort, but technological advances are extremely personal and sacred. They normally wouldn't even be something an immortal would consider selling under any circumstances. Rarely, some immortals will trade developments, if they are extremely close allies. And sometimes a much more advanced immortal will gift a younger ally with a piece of technology that he has surpassed and no longer uses himself.:: ::So if that's true, how do we do this? It sounds like you're saying this kind of technology is priceless, right?:: ::The only fair exchange is technology for technology.:: Rom agreed. ::And this requires a great deal of trust. I do not think every immortal will be willing to make such an exchange.:: :So what, then?: ::I am the Elder in charge of the autonoid problem. And I trust you enough to make an exchange with you. Will you make an exchange with me, knowing that I will then make your technology commonly available to the Guardians for the purpose of the war?:: :Yeah, that was what I said before, already.: I pre teen mpegs said, annoyed. : on't be flippant. Think about this. You are a newborn immortal. You only have the technology you were reborn with, and this one advantage you've preteens ilegal sex managed to build for yourself so far. And it is only an advantage if no one knows preteen thumbnails nude about it. If you give it away, you become as vulnerable as a newborn again.:: Rom said. h. I guess I see what you're saying. But for the war, it's necessary.: ::You don't have to sacrifice yourself for the war. No one is asked to do that. So. Now you look at the cost of sharing, and the reasons for doing so. And then you decide what you want in return for it, so that it isn't a sacrifice.:: Rom explained. :I see. Okay. Well, I guess I'm not so worried about the other immortals as the autonoids. That's who will probably be the enemy for the next several years, right? And after that I'll have come up with other things. So...I need something to protect me from the autonoids.: I decided. Jeremey gripped my shoulder urgently, whispering fiercely in my ear. "Julian! When Rom Unmade Damion he used some kind of dampening field to cut him off from being able to control the autonoids. If you could use that...the collective wouldn't be able to use them to approach you!" I nodded at him. It was perfect. They'd never be able to touch me, or come near me, unless I allowed them to. :Rom. Can you share the technology you used to make the dampening field? Back when you Unmade Damion? I want to be able to cut off the autonoids around me from the collective.: I asked. Rom was quiet for a long moment before he replied. ::This technology is very complicated. Yes, I think you should be able to grasp it with the help of your AI. It will take a while, though. The science underlying the effect is...very advanced for someone of your age. I'll want you to promise me that you'll only use preteen candid pantyhose the finished hardware to create the dampening field and not experiment with it until you fully understand the science behind it.:: eal then?: I asked. : eal. You drive a very heavy bargain, once you're dissuaded from giving things away.:: Rom mused. I sent all of my plans for constructing and operating the various bugs I'd designed, and felt a warm surge of information trickling into my head as the AI digested the incoming data stream from Rom. : h wow! This is...like...I have no idea what this shit even IS!:: The Kid enthused. ::Um. Rom. Does it come with an operating manual?:: Jeremey asked. ::There are basic instructions for your AI, how to turn the dampening field on and off, choosing the dimensions and shape of the field, selectively dampening various types of transmissions, it's all there. I'm not going to explain how the technology works. Best if you discover that on your own over time, bbs preteen photo as I did.:: Rom said. :Can you build it Kid?: I asked. ::Yeah. It's going to take a while though. Have to do some parts at a subatomic level, which I'll have to build specialized constructor drones for. I really can't even give you an estimate, I'm just not sure how long it will take. A lot of this will be trial-and-error.:: The AI said. :Well you've got two of us to work with so maybe that will speed things up.: I suggested. ::Yeah. Oh god, I'm going to spend the next hundred years studying this, I can't wait till I can get it built so I can see it in action!:: The AI gushed. : kay. You can have your electronic orgasms quietly, please.:: Jeremey teased. ::You've got to be kidding me. After the noise I have to sit through coming from you two?:: The AI teased back. erotic preteen binaries "Speaking of. I think it's about time we headed back to the safehouse for the night, don't you?" I asked Jeremey sweetly. Pinching his butt as I smiled innocently up at him. I saw the slow flush climb up his neck onto his face as the gears in his head turned. A slow grin spread itself as he looked down at me, a lazy, predatory gleam coming into his eyes. I found my own face starting to flush. "Are you...tired, little bro?" He drawled, his hand sliding down my arm and encircling my wrist, pinning it to my thigh as we walked. I just gaped at him. He stopped suddenly, turned towards me, and stepped forward. I instinctively backed up, and he stepped in towards me again until my back hit the rough bark of a tree. His other hand captured my other wrist and pinned that hand to the side of my preteens in dresses leg, too. "Do you think it's about time for...a nap? Do you want to go to bed, baby brother?" He asked in a low voice. "Um." I swallowed, his face loomed close and my eyes were drawn to his mouth, then up to his eyes again, then his mouth, his eyes... Jeremey leaned in, I could feel the heat from his body, the slight sweet smell of sweat from the warm summer air, and those damned pheremones were making my head fuzzy. I wanted him nude ukraine preteens to kiss me. I leaned forward but he preteen thumbnails nude stayed out of reach. I tried to pull his waist in petites preteens free but he was holding my wrists hot porn preteen firmly down by my sides. I could feel his breath on my lips, air from him going inside my mouth and his lips just an inch away but not kissing me. "Please?" I whimpered, frustrated. His lips caressed mine softly, his tongue sweeping out just barely sliding between them and then moving back into his own mouth. I followed it with mine but then he was backing away. "Let's get back to the safehouse." He said hoarsely, keeping his grip on one wrist as he pulled me after him at a very brisk walk, pheremones pouring off him in waves as his frustrated libido demanded release. I suddenly remembered we were in the middle of a cemetery. nude ukraine preteens Half an hour later Jeremey slammed the door and glared at me, his eyebrows bunching together as he spun me around by the wrist...the wrist that he was STILL gripping...and slammed me bodily into the door, chest to chest. "You've dark preteen site been pumping out fucking pheremones for petites preteens free the last half-hour." He growled into my neck, teeth catching sharply on the side of my jaw. preteen gir model preteen model hosting I groaned and let my head loll backwards, hitting the back of it on the door as his hot, wet mouth latched onto that spot just below my ear... "God...Jer, you st-star-, fuck!, you started it." I stuttered. Jeremey was pumping out pheremones too. I could smell his scent, thick and heavy with the last thirty minutes of bare self-restraint. I'd been drifting in and out of a semi-conscious haze of lust for the entire trip home, letting him hot porn preteen drag me through the streets, fingers burning around my wrist, until he'd pushed me into our hotel room and...finally...finally. His tongue was suddenly in my mouth, not teasing anymore, surging, exploring, tasting. I could taste him too, feel his tongue sliding and curling around mine, overwhelming. His teeth mashing harsh against my lips, the coppery taste of my own blood adding flavor to his heady scent and the taste of his Caretaker-laced saliva. I could feel his erection inside his jeans, pointing up and to the left, the top of it poking up out of the waistband next to his hipbones, burning me preteen pantie movies through his boxers and my T-shirt. I arched my back against the door, xexo preteen pressing my abs against it to feel boys young preteen it more, pressing my own hardness against his thigh. "Want you Jer-" I panted the moment his tongue left my mouth to explore my neck again. I'd wrapped my arms around his neck, and using him to support my weight, now wrapped my legs around his waist, leaning back to give him access to my neck as I eagerly humped his hard stomach. Jeremey staggered as the move suddenly changed his center of gravity, but quickly his arms came around my waist, one snaking up under my shirt to stroke my back as he cooed into my neck. "You've got me Jules, I'm yours. Come on, let's get you out of these clothes." He whispered huskily. He carried me over to the bed and, kissing me strongly on the way down, lay me out on it. His body suspended above me by one arm over my head. The other arm efficiently pulling my jeans from me, along with my underwear. "So beautiful." He whispered, something like awe in his face. I writhed impatiently. "Jer. It's been more than a day! Please don't tease me!" I begged. Jeremey smiled softly at me and helped me take off my shirt, burying his face in my chest to chew on the skin between and just below my pectorals. "Oh, yes Jer!" My naked penis was bouncing with every movement he made, a few drops of fluid seeping out and making messy trails of goo between it and my stomach with every bounce. "What do you want, my Julian?" Jeremey asked me soberly, his face hovering above mine. I could feel the heat of his body through his clothes, and suddenly I wanted them gone. "Take off your clothes." I was suddenly whispering for some reason. Jeremey smiled at me, giving me a soft kiss just to the right of my nose. boys young preteen "Okay." He leaned back, his knees straddling my legs, and pulled off his shirt with one smooth, graceful motion. I stared. I've seen it so many times, know his body better than I know my own, but...god...to just look at him...my brother is a god. I reached up a trembling hand, brushed knuckles tentatively against the hard mounds of a chest muscle. A finger drifting to trace the indentions between the abs. Tracing a line from belly button down to...the waistline of his jeans. I tugged and they came unsnapped, and the zip slid open as I pulled the flaps to the side. There he was, hard as I was, the massive column of hard flesh encased in his silk boxer shorts, jutting sideways at an angle, but it leapt up and outwards as my fingers touched it. I drew them back, watching, entranced, as it moved bbs preteen photo again. I wrapped my fingers around it and felt it flexing with his every heartbeat. I looked up at Jeremey, caught him watching my face as I watched his leaping erection. His eyes blinked in recognition as our gazes locked. "Fuck me Jer. Fuck me really hard." I whispered. He blinked again, a pause as the words sunk in. Then he was moving, suspending himself over me in a one-handed pushup position again, one hand reaching preteens in dresses down to pull down his jeans and boxers in one motion, and then that same hand snatching my knee and firmly planting it in my shoulder, his arm tucking underneath my knee so that he pinned it in the crook of his arm. The other arm mirrored the motion and suddenly he paused, his manhood poised at the entrance, I could feel the massive amounts of pre-ejaculate had already turned his penis into a sticky, slippery mess. preteenage nudity "Hard, Jer!" I begged. With one brutal push he entered me, a shot of pain streaking up my spine as the opening was forced open suddenly, and he was encased in me up to his balls. I gasped for breath, reeling from the conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain. Jeremey caught a tear with his lips, making soothing noises as he kissed my face, and his hips moving in tiny, almost imperceptible circles so that his manhood seemed to preteen model hosting almost vibrate inside me. I closed my eyes, relaxing... "Take me Jer," I sighed. My eyes snapped open as he suddenly pulled all the way out. Eyes blazing at me as his arms tightened to a vice-like grip around my thighs, fingers clamping hard around my biceps. Oh fuck. Jeremey slammed into me, the impact of his body enough to drive the breath from my lungs, but the rough impaling, slamming against my prostate - I let out a yell. "Fuck!" Jeremey was all the way out again, and slammed hard into me again, his enhanced muscles propelling his entire body onto me in a pile-drive that would have broken a mortal man's spine. Again, dead center on the prostate. "FUCK!" "I AM fucking you already!" Jeremey shouted back at me as he reared back and slammed into me a third time. Then he went into double-time, pulling all the way out, the tip of him maybe five inches from my opening each time, and hurling his entire body at me with each stroke. "Aaaagghghhh!" I howled, overcome by the sensation of my powerful god of a brother, with his gigantic horsecock, bouncing on my prostate like a flesh-and-blood jackhammer. "EYES!" Jeremey demanded, shifting so that one of his hands took grip of a handful of hair on the back of my neck, forcing my face towards his. I opened them obediently, my eyes going wide at the sight of Jeremey, a sheen of sweat covering him, tossing his soaked and tangled hair preteen super model out of his eyes, skin glowing red with exertion, muscles bulging and eyes raging with lust as he fucked me with his entire body. desi preteens My mouth opened with shock, allowing mixtures of deep grunts and girlish squeaks to come out of it every time he slammed into me. Not my fault, my breathing was entirely controlled by him, every thrust was so violent it made the air whoosh out of my lungs - along with whatever noises that created - and it was all I could do to get some air back in them as he lunged backwards each time. "OH! - GOD! - JER! - YOU! - aMAZing! - FUCK! - YES!" I managed to ground out, fighting to keep my eyes open to the incredible sight. red mag preteen "Say it!" Jeremey growled in between slams. "YES! I'm - YOURS! - JER! - YOURS! Oh - GOD! Don't - STOP!" I panted. "MINE!" "YES! - YOURS!" The pounding was building up, my entire body being snapped back and forth by the incredible force that was invading it, pummelling and overpowering it, until I felt myself at the edge of the cliff. I tried to stutter out a warning. "JER! - GONNA! - CLOSE! - FUCK!" It happened fast, the surging inside me where he penetrated me was suddenly wrapped around inside my groin, firing up preteen thumbnails nude through my bobbing erection and spraying itself across my chest, his chest, our faces, the headboard. I bellowed, and it came out as a scream. Every muscle in my body tensing, my back arching hard, body writhing against Jeremey as my orgasm set him off, his entire body flinching as he erupted powerfully inside me, his great organ expanding and pulsing as it fired its load into me, our eyes locked hypnotically like that last lifeline in a stormy sea - the chaos erotic preteen binaries of our bodies thrashing and spasming as we looked into each other's souls during that one, vulnerable moment when there can be no masks, or even any thought, only the storm and each other. I teared up, shaking in the aftermath of the incredible trauma of that orgasm and the sex that brought it. Jeremey looked down at me, a very smug expression crossing his face before he starting kissing away my tears. "I love you Jules. I love making you shake with pleasure. Do you know that?" he said into my ear, laying a soft kiss on my earlobe. "Love you too Jer." I sighed, and slid my arms around his neck, my shaky legs still trapped by his arms in a pretzel position as he remained inside me. "I'm so glad preteen super model you're mine. You're really mine." I was tearing up again. "Yes I am. All yours, all the way." Jeremey cooed. I closed my eyes, contented, inhaling the scent of his sweat and our semen and both of our neutralized pheremones, wanting to lay there under him, holding him inside me, for hours. Suddenly I burst out laughing. Jeremey pulled back, alarmed, and looked at me, confused. I just laughed harder. "What?" He begged. "Oh god! You wonder how many people got an overdose of pheremones on our way here?" I giggled. A slow dawning look came over Jeremey's face. "The girl-" preteen russian model "That girl in the elevator! If you hadn't been staking your territory and glaring at her like next season's axe-murderer of the year, pic preteen swimsuit she would have been all over both of us!" I finished for him. We'd shared the hotel elevator with a really beautiful blonde girl close to our age. Most likely some sort of celebrity considering elevator was reserved for the pricier suites. The hundred-and-twenty seconds in an enclosed space had been enough to have her visibly shaking, her suit pants soaking between the legs, and her eyes a bit crazed as she eagerly watched us petites preteens free furiously making out - while Jeremey cast dark, menacing glares in her direction. "Oh god-" Jeremey snorted a laugh. "What about the taxi driver? We should have wrecked at least five times. The guy was driving entirely through the rearview mirror!" "These pheremones are a public menace." I giggled. "We could take out pre teen mpegs an nymphet preteen site army, just by making out!" "Well, I have no objections if you don't! I rather like making out!" Jeremey grunted. "Hmm. Yeah. But petites preteens free that'd mean JUST making out. They only work if we're frustrated, remember?" I teased. "Oh fuck! You're right! Oh well, there goes that plan then. I don't think we're going to stop with 'just' making out just to take out some stupid army." Jeremey said, shifting a bit so he was behind me instead of between my legs. He remained inside me, still hard. I snuggled my back into his chest, entangling my legs with his. "Hmm. Maybe we can fight them while having sex at the same time." I murmured sleepily. Being in Jeremey's maxwells top preteens arms always made me feel cozy, like taking a nap. "Maybe I should sic my little brother on them, the whirling dervish?" "Nah. You can have them. As long as you don't move while you're killing them. This is comfortable." I mumbled stupidly, hearing his bewildered chuckled as I slipped into semi-consciousness.
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