Chapter 4

"Hi folks," I called as I entered the pod.

"There's some food ready," I heard Imogen call.

"Okay. We'll be there in a mo."

I stopped and took both Stacy's hands, looking her in the face. I was right, she was nervous. "You'll be fine," I said softly. "We're not monsters."

"But they're your family."

"They are, and now so are you." I pulled her against me and gently kissed her. Before she could respond though, I gently released her, and she followed me into the main sitting area.

The girls were all sitting on the long settee to my left, while Dad was sat sprawled in an armchair almost directly in front of me, and Huw sitting cross-legged on the floor to my right.

"Hi guys. This is Stacy. Stacy, these are Branwyn, Siân, Imogen, Roger and Huw."

"I thought," she whispered, "you said one of them was your mother."

I smiled. "Stacy's a little confused right now. She thinks I'm pulling her leg somehow. Why don't you all introduce yourselves, and tell her who you are. Roger, do you want to go first?"

"Absolutely." He stood up. "I'm Roger. Despite appearances I'm forty five years old, and I'm the father of the ugly sod standing next to you." He smiled warmly and sat down and looked at Imogen.

"I'm Imogen, I am, or was, Roger's wife. I'm forty three, and I'm the mother of the handsome stud next to you." Everybody smiled, including Stacy.

I looked at Branwyn.

"I'm Branwyn. I'm the ugly monster's older sister."

"But only by twelve minutes," I stage whispered into Stacy's ear. Everyone laughed.

"I'm Huw, and I'm Llew's younger brother."

"And I'm Siân, I'm the baby of the family, and the ugly sod next to you is my big brother, and also the one who finally made me a woman." Her voice lowered, turning her monologue into a barely audible mutter. "Stole my virginity he did. Bastard. Bloody stole it he did." Stacy just stared at her, completely confused, until we all, including Siân, burst into laughter.

"Oh," whispered Stacy faintly.

"All right, now that's over," said Imogen, "would you like something to eat, dear?"

"Yes please," she whispered.

"Good. Come sit down here and tell us all about yourself."

Stacy didn't tell us much more than she'd already told me, but she listened avidly as the rest of us talked.

The AI interrupted us. "Lieutenant Carter, you have a call waiting from the Civil Service."

"Oh, right," I glanced quickly at Dad, "the flock I think. Accept please."

"Lieutenant Carter? This is Pauline Scott. We spoke yesterday about your sheep?"

"Yes, hello, how did you get on?"

"I have managed to contact Dai Thomas as you requested. He is prepared to look after them short term, but he will be ninety soon, so doesn't want to do it for long."

I was startled. I hadn't realised he was quite that old.

"Oh that's brilliant. Did I give you enough information to contact my aunts and uncles?"

"I managed to contact your father's family. Katy first, and through her Charles. Neither are interested. I couldn't identify your other two aunts."

"Oh," said Imogen. "I can give you phone numbers. I know them off the top of my head."

"Give me the numbers, and I'll let you talk to them direct," she said. "Who first?"

"Jenny?" said Dad looking at Mum.

Mum nodded. "I think so. Dorothy won't want to, I don't think"

It took just twenty minutes, but at the end Imogen's younger sister had agreed to move to Wales to take over the farm. She was an office assistant in Truro and this would be a big change, and probably for the good. Dorothy would help as much as possible, but she was now a head-mistress in a large school in north Bristol. She enjoyed her current job too much to just give it up for a farm, but as the two sisters and their families would now be only about forty miles apart instead of 170, both felt it was a good move.

"That's a relief," I said, when we had finished.

Dad nodded. "The farm'll be in good hands," he shrugged. "Sorry, I meant to tell you when you got back just now. That Pauline woman called not long after you went to collect the beautiful Stacy here," Stacy blushed, and then blushed again when Dad blew a kiss at her.

I shook my head. "No worries."

While Dad and I had been sorting out the farm, Mum and the others had been sorting out a delicious meal, to which we now all sat down, continuing our chats. We told Stacy about ourselves, and asked her questions about herself. After we'd all finished, I looked up. "AI, time, please."

"Eleven-thirty-three."

"Crikey, it's later than I thought." I took Stacy's hand. "Let's go and have a chat in my office."

She nodded and followed me in. I waved her to a comfortable chair and she sat, surprised. "I thought that was a euphemism for getting me into bed."

I smiled. "Maybe later. I really want a chat. Tell me a bit more about yourself, about your pickup. Your likes and dislikes. We've only just got here ourselves, so we're still feeling our way, but I know all about them, well, almost: Branny and Siân managed to surprise me yesterday morning." I smiled. "Talk," I said softly.

She paused for a long moment. I could see her marshalling her thoughts. I liked that; it told me she was basically an organised person. "I knew Frank for a year or so," she began slowly. "He used to come into the shop when he knew I was on shift. I think he fancied me, but he was a lot older and didn't think I'd be interested in him."

"Were you?"

"A little. I liked him. When pickups started happening in Britain, he showed me his CAP card and said he was eligible to take four people if he ever got picked. Then he asked me if I'd be interested in going with him. I think he must have guessed I wasn't a volunteer."

"Did you say yes?"

She nodded. "Uh huh. I liked the guy. He didn't presume, and he didn't pressure me. Even after I'd said 'yes' nothing changed between us. He still came in daily, at lunchtime, to get his sandwich and coke, and we talked, but never about anything serious, and not for too long or I might have got into trouble." She smiled. "When the marines came, he was just getting his sandwich. There were also a load of schoolgirls in there from the private school. Bright, sexy, young. I thought he'd go for some of them, but he came straight to me and asked me all over again. I was the very first person picked."

"He obviously saw in you what I did. Why did he pick the others?"

"I think Janine was someone who worked with him. I'm not sure. I do know that he'd always wanted children, and by taking her he got two youngsters instantly. I know he'd have doted on them, they are sweet little boys."

"You've met them?"

"Yesterday."

"Okay. And the other two? How were they chosen?"

"Don't know. It really was just 'you and you'."

"I'm betting it was you and Janine he wanted, the others were just to pad the numbers. You for yourself, Janine for her children maybe?"

She shrugged. "Maybe."

"What do you want for yourself? I'm not talking about body changes, but if you could see yourself in a few years, what would you want to be doing?"

"Having children. Helping my man. You."

"You don't want to become a sponsor yourself?"

"No. I don't want to be a soldier, and the idea of being in space scares me."

"We're in space now," I told her softly.

"Oh. Fuck." She shuddered. "I wish you hadn't said that. I knew it, but had sort of forgotten it."

"Sorry. Not even if it was always based on the ground?"

"No. I don't want to have other people having to rely on me."

I nodded. It was basically one aspect of her inherent shyness.

"I think you are going to be a lot like Branny. Far more like her than like Siân."

She frowned. "Which one's Branny?"

"Branwyn's the blonde, Siân's the redhead, Imogen's the brunette."

"Why do you say I'm like her?"

"She's no intention of trying to get her CAP score up to 6.5. She'll never be a sponsor. She doesn't want to be. Mum could possibly but isn't going to. Siân definitely will, Huw's going to try, and I'm going to help him, Roger probably could. He'll do it by helping the others. AI is it possible to compare CAP scores?"

"It is not advisable to discuss one person's CAP score in front of another person."

"Uh huh. But is it possible?"

"It is."

I thought, then got up and opened the door. "Branny, can I borrow you and your CAP card a moment please."

"Uh. I had to give it up yesterday. No, day before, not long after we came on board."

"Oh. Oh yes. Sorry. No worries."

I closed the door again and turned back to the AI.

"Can you show me the scores on the pad?" I waved the PDA.

"Yes."

"Then please do so."

I used the PDA to compare both girls' CAP scores. "See," I told her, "In many things you are very similar. Your aggression scores are identical; your loyalty differs by just point one. You've a higher sex drive that Branny, but again by only point one; your mothering score is a lot higher than Branny's as is your intelligence, but she's a touch more secure in herself, has more self-confidence. Actually Stace, looking at this, I think it's only your self confidence that's lacking." Actually, now that I looked at their numbers more closely, I realised they weren't quite as similar as I had originally thought.

"When was the last time you had sex?"

She blushed violently. "Last night."

"Good?"

"Okay."

"With your sponsor?"

"Uh huh."

"And?"

"He was okay."

"What about the others?"

"Janine allowed him to lick her, and let Amber, I think it was, lick her, and she sucked him a bit, but he only fucked me and one of the younger girls. Riley I think. He was too tired after that. But he slept with me and Janine and sent the other two to a different bed." She smiled shyly. "He was hugging me when we went to sleep."

I smiled. "What I meant was, did you have sex with any of the other women?"

Her blush deepened as she nodded.

I just continued to look at her, a calm smile in my face, inviting her to expand on her answer.

"Frank asked the others to bring me off," she whispered.

"And?" I asked softly.

"They did." She sighed and looked up at me. "It was good. I enjoyed it."

"So you have no problems with lesbian sex?"

She shook her head.

"Had you ever done it before?"

Again she shook her head. "No. But I've been with three men before. A long time ago."

I nodded. "You got horny earlier. Still horny?" I grinned at her.

Her shift was off faster than Siân's had been the day before, and she was down on her knees between my legs, her hands fumbling for my zipper.

"You do love sex," I whispered a few minutes later when she was finally ensconced on my lap, her firm, tight, hot pussy riding my erection.

She just smiled distractedly just rocking her hips to and fro, side to side, and up and down. There was even a bit of a twisting motion in there. Not much of one, but enough to give my cock a really pleasant workout. Before the previous night I'd have probably just lain back and let her get on with it, but Imogen's single night of tuition had taught me different. Instead I let my hands wander gently over her skin, lightly tweaking her nipple one moment, softly stroking her clit, even places that one would normally not consider erogenous zones. Not so light it tickled, but light enough to be sensuous. Thanks Mum.

At just five foot two and slim, her A cup boobs suited her perfectly, but her overall height meant that I couldn't easily suck her boobs while she was riding me.

"Thank you," she said much later, after I'd brought her to two climaxes, and filled her with about a dozen great spurts of my ejaculate.

I just kissed her and smiled.

"Frank was just as gentle. He wasn't as big, he was a bit flabby, and he had a smaller dick, but he knew how to please a woman." She looked at me. "Would you be offended if I named my first son 'Frank'?"

I laughed. "Of course not."

"AI," I said silently. "Ensure Stacy only has girls."

"Confirmed."

That might seem a bit mean of me, and I suppose in a way it was, but I needed her to cleave to me not to a memory. Even a good memory. I felt a little ashamed of myself for doing it, but I thought it was for the best. Maybe in a few years.

I decided that maybe Stacy should take Huw to one side to teach him control, rather than have Imogen do it. That was for later though.

"What do you really want?" I asked gently twenty minutes later as she lay in my arms.

"I think I just want to have your children," she said eventually.

"You know that in reality you should have the babies of more than one man?"

"Yeah. I guess."

"So that'll mean Roger's and Huw's as well?"

"Yeah. I understand. It's your's I want though."

I looked at her and then remembered her individual CAP scores. Her high loyalty score. She had transferred her loyalties entirely to me. Just like that. I was astonished, but pleased and excited. It took me a few moments to understand that it had happened simply because her previous sponsor had died, so she had had no one to be loyal to. Until now.

"Would you like to plan some body changes?"

"There's not much I want," she whispered.

"No?"

She shook her head.

"Okay. What do you want?"

"Just to be prettier."

I smiled and sat up, drawing her up and into my arms at the same time. "AI, holo of Stacy please."

We spent ten minutes making light tweaks to her, making very minor changes to her nose, the shape of her cheek-bones and eyes, and narrowing her wide mouth very slightly. Really all she wanted was a slightly larger bust, a prettier face, and to get rid of the small roll of fat around her middle. She absolutely did not want to be aged, up or down; nor did she want to be made taller. She also didn't want any pubic hair, but I loved the colour of her hair, so, against her protests, I kept her pubic hair, but I did allow her to grow her boobs by one cup size. Sneakily I also grew her by an inch in height as well, but she spotted it, grinned, and let me keep it.

I finished off with what I'd done for the others: got rid of all excess hair below the neck, apart from her small pubic bush, and got rid of all moles, warts, scars, birthmarks and tattoos. She grumped at that as she had a large black tattoo at the base of her spine. I made her teeth whiter, her eyes greener, and her hair redder and fuller. Redheads often have pale skin, so I gave her a light overall tan which she adored, and I reduced, but didn't remove, her freckles, which I felt gave her face some of its character. She was a touch disappointed I didn't remove them all, but was happy I had at least muted them a touch.

"For that I forgive the pubes," she whispered at the end.

"I just want to see what this looks like. I'm not going to do it unless you agree. AI, please grow her another four inches." That would make her five seven.

She looked at the holo for a few minutes, then shook her head. "I like being small."

"There's just one problem with that though."

"What?"

"This." I lifted her onto my lap again. "When you're here, I can't suck your nipples."

She giggled. "Yeah you can." Leaning backwards, she wrapped her legs around my waist and then pulled me forwards, To my amazement I found that I could indeed reach her nipples. I suckled gently, "AI," I said sotto voce, "Undo that last height change, improve her vaginal and pelvic muscles, her sexual recovery, grow her a new hymen, then save and lock, and book her a place in the med tubes."

"Confirmed," I heard at the same time as I felt her pussy juice up and her hips start to writhe.

It was another half an hour before we struggled back into the main room. Having sex on a chair or on the floor will never be as comfortable as the bed, and sadly my office/study didn't contain a bed, but we both enjoyed it very much.

We had a light lunch, and afterwards I softly asked Stacy if she'd do me a favour by teaching Huw how to control himself with a smaller person. She smiled and nodded, then, to my complete surprise, promptly took his hand and started to lead him into the second bedroom.

"Er. What are you doing?" I asked puzzled.

She looked at me, her eyes wide with confusion. "What you asked me to do."

"But, but," I stuttered.

"You meant this evening?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Well, because," I stopped. Why had I meant in the evening?

Stacy smiled. "Stop thinking like Earthers. Start thinking like Spacers. Sex can be had at any time, any place you want it." She grinned, and added, "as long as you're off duty and not at work."

"Oh. Yeah," I said, enlightened, "it's just that, well, you know."

Stacy laughed, "You all look like the rabbit caught in the headlights." We all knew that look, we'd seen it on the real thing, but I didn't think now was the time to tell her that. Particularly as the rabbit almost always ended up with a .22 bullet through its head moments later, with most of the rest of the rabbit in the stew pot the following day.

I looked around to see that all of us had had the same insight. "Imogen," I said moments later, holding out my hand to her.

"Yes please."

"Dad, sorry, Roger, you take Branny. Sorry Siân, you'll have to hang on for a while."

"Why?" asked Stacy. "It doesn't always have to be in two's you know. You can have threesomes. You should be having sixsomes, if that's a word, and now sevensomes. Be adventurous. Be daring. Be inventive."

I stared at her. This was the shy Stacy?

I grinned at her. "You're right." Turning to Siân I apologised to her. "I'm really sorry cariad, Stacy's right, I'm wrong. You and Branny: go and give Roger a thrill." I looked at Stacy. "For now this way. Later your way." She just nodded and took Huw up in the lift.

I knew this was my biological mother, and in many ways she was still recognisably my mother, but she looked so different from how I'd known her that it was easier, for me anyway, to take her to bed. Making love to her was both very different from the day before due to both our changed physiques, and yet at the same time very similar. Her smooth, firm, young body was a delight to touch, and as I slowly slid my new, larger, erection into her, breaking her new hymen and taking her second, pseudo, virginity, she screamed out her orgasm.

A little over an hour later I slipped my still mostly hard cock out of her pussy, having come for about the fourth or fifth time, and just collapsed next to her. "Mother dear, you are one amazing woman."

She just smiled contentedly. "Imogen," she whispered, "not Mum. We spoke about this, remember?"

I grinned, rolled her onto her back, and forced her legs apart again. Not that she resisted me. I slipped my hard cock back inside her and began fucking her, hard. "Out there," I whispered, a grin on my face, "You're 'Imogen'. In here, especially like this, you're 'Mum', 'Mother', 'Ma', 'Mater', 'Mother dear', 'Mummy'." With each word I thrust, harder each time. Her eyes got wider, her mouth opened, and her breathing got faster and faster. She was humping me back just as fiercely. I put my mouth to her ear and whispered softly, "Mum." She gripped me tightly and I just held on as she came to a massive orgasm.

"Wow," she whispered five minutes later as she finally calmed down from the wild ride she'd given me, from the strongest orgasm I'd ever seen in her or in anyone. I'd filled her once more in a powerful orgasm of my own. It seemed that telling her, reminding her she was my mother, while we were having sex, had fired up her imagination to boiling point.

"Happy?" I grinned.

"Bastard," she panted, half laughing. "Did you put some sort of hypno trigger on me?"

"Did it turn you on?"

"Yes, you sod." She punched my arm. "You bloody hypnotised me."

"Nope. Never thought about it. Not a bad idea though. For next time you go in the med tubes." I gave a smug smile.

"Don't you bloody dare, you silly sod."

"You'll never know."

"Huh," she grumped, but I could see she was only playing at being cross.

We spent the next quarter hour or so gently caressing each other as we chatted lightly, the chat interspersed with gentle kisses. "Let's go see what the others are up to," Imogen eventually whispered. "I quite fancy the idea of having both my sons at the same time."

"Okay," I whispered. It still took us another few minutes as I just didn't want to let go of her, but when we eventually made our way back into the lounge area, we discovered we were the last to arrive. As it turned out though, only by a few minutes. Only Imogen and I were dressed.

"Rats," laughed Roger as we joined them.

"What?" I asked, smiling.

"You're dressed. I guessed you'd be naked. I was wrong."

I laughed and looked around. "Everybody happy?" I asked softly.

There were some embarrassed smiles, but everybody nodded.

"Dad, Roger sorry, the med tech said you were supposed to stay in bed until tomorrow morning. Are you okay?"

"For the moment, yeah. I won't push myself."

I nodded and sat down. "We're not supposed to use the sleep training pod today either, so I don't know about you guys, but I think I'm just going to vegetate for a while."

"Put a film on," suggested Huw.

There was general agreement to this idea, so fifteen minutes later, popcorn and fizzy drinks in hand, we were sat down in the upper level watching an old film that Dad remembered from when he was a boy back in the late 90's, 'Men In Black'.

"Well that was fairly dull," Huw muttered.

Dad laughed. "Well, in fact that was 'Men In Black 2', not as good as the original, and this one would have made more sense if we'd seen the other first." He looked up. "AI, do you have the original 'Men In Black' film?"

There was a pause.

"That film does not seem to be on file, though both three and four are available."

"Hmm. Three was okay, can't remember four. Can you locate the first film?"

"If it is available it can be found."

"Okay, ta."

"Something to eat and then back for another?" asked Branny.

I shrugged. I suddenly felt bored, bored in a way I'd not been for a very long time.

"Sure," said Dad. "I really don't feel like moving though."

"Typical male," grumbled Mum with a gentle smile.

I laughed. "Huw and I'll sort out lunch, what does everyone want?"

A little before four PM, we finished watching an old 1957 black and white film, 'Twelve Angry Men' that Mum had always wanted to see, but had not had the chance.

"For a film best part of three-quarters-of-a-century old," said Imogen softly, "it's still surprisingly relevant." We chatted about it for a little while before I got up to get myself a mug of tea from the dispenser.

I sat, and almost as soon as I had done so, Siân came and sat on my lap. "Hi cariad, you okay?"

"I'm horny," she told me matter of factly. "Get your dick out."

I just gaped at her, but then grinned and slid my hand between her legs and began to lightly stroke and caress her labia. The amount of fluid I could feel told me she was indeed horny.

"Come on then, let's go to bed," I whispered.

"Fuck no, that's for later. Right now I think it's time we had an orgy."

"Siân!" snapped Imogen.

Siân just grinned at her mother. "Be adventurous," she told her mother, "be daring, do something amazing."

I grinned and pointed at Imogen, then beckoned her to me.

Two minutes later, less maybe, Siân was sat on my cock facing away from me, with Imogen kneeling on the floor in front of us, licking Siân's pussy and my shaft. Huw was kneeling behind Imogen, slowly shafting her from behind, to the delight of them both. On the other side of the room, I watched, almost envious, as Branny straddled Roger and slowly slid down onto his cock. Stacy wandered around for a short while, watching, smiling, and even occasionally starting to masturbate. She didn't stay unattached for long though and soon straddled Dad, lowering her pussy to his face. Dad looked pleased with that.

We couldn't go for long, Roger and Imogen in particular still hadn't totally recovered from their body modifications, but by the time we decided to stop for a break I think the only two people not to fuck each other were Branny and myself. We'd kissed gently a couple of times, and caressed each other, but we deliberately hadn't done any more than that. Watching Roger and Imogen having sex was remarkably erotic, and watching Roger with either of my sisters, or Huw with Imogen was almost as erotic.

However by a little after seven I think only Stacy was still raring to go, "Have you done something similar before?" Roger asked her.

She blushed and nodded. "A boyfriend was into it. I wasn't at first, but got into it later. I've never been with other women though. Only men."

After we'd had something to eat, all of us still completely starkers, I took Imogen off to one side. "Would you be okay taking Huw to bed tonight?"

She looked at me, raising her eyebrows in query. "Sure, why?"

"Both Branny and Siân have said he's a bit rough. I was watching him this afternoon, and I think he's just a bit over enthusiastic. You know I got Stacy to work with him this afternoon, but do you think you could help him as well?"

"Uhm, I guess so, yeah, sure."

I smiled at her. "Yeah? It's not gonna be a problem?"

She shook her head and smiled at me. "Of course not. I'll enjoy it."

I grinned. "Good. I'll set it up. I'll send Siân with Dad, Stacy can come with me, and I'll let Branny make up her own mind."

Imogen nodded slowly. "Uh huh," she said slowly after a few moments thought, "I think I'll take Branny with me, then I can watch Huw, and help him that way as well."

"Okay, grand." I smiled to myself. Mum was actually starting to think like a den mother. She was starting to take on the role I needed her to do.

Dad had found that the AI had an old BBC comedy series called 'Only Fools And Horses' in its databanks, so the rest of the evening was spent watching TV and relaxing and chatting, but shortly before nine I left to go and have a chat with Danny.