Chapter 6

After breakfast, I contacted the medical bay and asked for a slot for Stacy. The technician on duty looked at the changes, and worked out that there was a suitable slot that very afternoon. When I asked for three ten-minute slots at the same time, he sounded puzzled though he found me two. So, that afternoon, while Stacy was having her main body changes, both Imogen and Branwyn had their hymens regrown.

"Is this one for you?" asked Branwyn when she'd returned.

I grinned, "Maybe. Could be for Dad again, or could be for Huw."

"It bloody better for you," laughed Branwyn.

I swept her into my arms. "Is that what you want?" I asked softly.

She nodded, her eyes shining. "Oh yes."

I smiled and kissed her gently. "Later," I whispered.

"Can't wait," she whispered back.

As Stacy was feeling a bit queasy, I sent her to bed on her own.

It was only after I'd taken Branwyn to bed that evening that I realised that I'd made love to both Imogen and Siân before and after their body changes, but Branwyn only after hers, so I couldn't tell how she had changed. That saddened me more than I thought possible. She felt slimmer than both Imogen and Siân, yet I knew the three of them had virtually identical builds, and she certainly knew a hell of a lot more than Siân. She was a tigress in bed, her voracious pussy gobbling my hard cock and holding on tight. When I broke her new maidenhead, she came on the spot. Only a small orgasm to be sure, but an orgasm none-the-less.

"Oh babe," I whispered at one point as we came up for breath. Her answer was to attach herself to me and kiss me hard once again. Her legs stayed wrapped around my waist for hours, and if I tried to pull free of her she would give me such a look of sorrow that I would push back in again, to see her sorrow change to joy.

"I love you Llew," and "Make me pregnant," were almost the only things she said, but she said them frequently; in addition to numerous cries of orgasm, most of them matching mine.

"Cwtch up close," she whispered, when we'd finally wound ourselves down. I spooned myself in close behind her, and we slept, my arms around her delightful slim body.

Shortly after seven am the following morning, Branwyn was standing by the side of the bed, bending over, her hands on the bed, her legs wide while I stood behind her, holding her hips tightly as I thrust hard and fast in and out. "Sexy lady," I whispered, but all Branwyn could do was grunt and moan.

When we went out to breakfast some little while later, Stacy glared at me. I looked at her surprised. "What?"

"Later," she muttered and stomped off.

"What was that about?" I asked the others, but none of them could tell me, all looked puzzled and surprised.

I shrugged and forgot about it.

There was very little to do but read, watch films and have sex. So while the rest spent most of the day watching films, I spent a lot of time either reading or in the sleep-trainer learning what I could about the Confederacy. I also picked up some maths: statistics and probability, some calculus which I'd always hated and still didn't really like, pure maths which still didn't stick, as well as a bit more Welsh. Now I was learning things almost for the sake of learning, for something to do.

"What does 'cutch' mean?" I heard Stacy asking Mum shortly before tea-time. She'd barely spoken two words to me all day.

"Cwtch?" asked Imogen with a smile. "Hug. Cuddle. Huggle. It's a lovely Welsh word that just sounds so right, so perfect for its meaning. There's a saying. Anyone can cuddle, only the Welsh can cwtch."

"Ah." I saw her smile. "Thanks."

Mum took her hand and led her off to the kitchen area. I guessed they were going to talk, but if they did, Mum never said anything about it to me.

It was evening before I found out what Stacy's 'problem' was. I'd pulled her into my room, directing both Siân and Branwyn, who had started to follow her, away to Dad and Huw. I sat her on the bed.

"Now," I said, softly but firmly. "Give."

"You shouldn't have done it."

I looked at her blankly. "Done what?"

"You regrew my maidenhead. You shouldn't have. I didn't ask you to, and I definitely didn't want it."

I was surprised. Was that all? "Why love? The others all liked the idea."

It took me many minutes and lots of starts and stops, and lots of persuasion on my part and tears on hers before I got my answer.

She had lost her virginity the first time to someone who had given nothing back in the way of pleasure. He had been all take-take, and no give-give. Technically it hadn't been rape, but nevertheless she'd been hurt both physically and emotionally, and it had brought back the bad memories and the pains.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry," I whispered, hugging her gently crying form against me. "I didn't realise, and you didn't give me any idea you'd been hurt."

It was another ten minutes before I'd persuaded her that I hadn't intended any insult, but I also promised never to do it again unless she asked first.

"And I've set this one up so you'll feel it, but it won't be painful. However if you want, I'm sure I can get you ten minutes in a med tube to get it removed again?"

She shook her head. "That's a waste of time. You'll have to do it the natural way. But, please, just be gentle."

I agreed. I was gentle, and she was already half way to orgasm by the time my cock broke her new hymen. She cried out in orgasm, and from then on went back to the bright, sexy, fun-loving girl she'd been since I'd known her. I honoured her request and never again regrew her hymen, and she never once requested it.

It was another couple of days before I could get Siân in for her new hymen, but after Stacy's reaction, I did check with her first. During those couple of days little happened, except that Huw was either in the sleep trainer, or with Imogen or Stacy learning how to control himself during sex. When he wasn't in the sleep trainer, I was; and when I wasn't, I was with either Branwyn or my books, and I had both Branwyn and Stacy in my bed each evening. I didn't really notice, but I was fairly certain that Siân went to Roger, while Huw went with Imogen. I do know, because Siân told me, that Roger had been very gentle and they'd had a lot of very sexy fun on the evening after her new hymen. I smiled and gave her a kiss.

"Another one for Huw?" I asked her.

She shrugged. "If you want."

"No babe, if you want."

She shrugged again. "It's no biggy for me. You took my real virginity," she gave me a big smile, "and it was wonderful. These new artificial ones don't hurt any, but it's not real. Not really. If you know what I mean." I was nodding now. "It's only you blokes," she continued, "who seem to think it's exciting."

"In that case let's not bother any more," I said.

She just nodded her agreement, genuinely not bothered one way or another. Huw never noticed, never asked, never said anything.

"None of your concubines are pregnant," The AI told me the following morning as I was getting out of bed. It had spoken inside my head so that neither Stacy nor Branwyn could hear. "It is important that this happens, and that it is started soon."

I quickly shooed Stacy and Branwyn out.

"Oh. Oh, yes. I forgot. Are any of them fertile at this moment?" I asked once I was alone again.

"Everyone in this pod is currently, per your orders, temporarily infertile."

"Hmm, okay. I'll let Imogen get pregnant first, by Roger. Ensure they are both fertile ASAP. I went her pregnant by first thing tomorrow morning."

"Confirmed."

I quickly got dressed. "AI, call Roger and Imogen in here please."

"Hello dear," Imogen said as she came in a few minutes later. "The AI said you wanted us?"

I nodded. "It's only quick. The AI reminded me that all the women are supposed to get pregnant fairly quickly. Can you two do the honours first?"

"Oh," Imogen looked at me with a slight smile. "Yes. I guess so. Roger?"

"I'd love to, you know that."

I grinned at them both. "In that case, Dad, Roger, go get our favourite Imogen pregnant."

Imogen giggled and pulled an unresisting Roger out of the room. I heard their own door click closed as I left a few seconds after them.

I didn't tell anyone else what was happening, or why Roger and Imogen suddenly wanted to be left alone.

"The AI tells me you're pregnant." It was the following lunchtime, just over twenty-four hours later, and I was in my office with Imogen and Roger. I grinned at them both. "Congratulations."

Imogen just looked stunned. "Already?" she gasped. But then the reality sank in and she suddenly turned radiantly happy. Turning to Dad she just held him tight. "I so love you," she whispered.

"Love you too sexy lady," Roger whispered. He had a huge grin on his face.

"Let's go tell the others," Imogen announced, and towed Roger out of the office.

I followed, letting Imogen break the news.

The next few minutes were somewhat chaotic, but it seemed everyone was happy and pleased for them. Branwyn sidled up to me at one point. "Me next?"

"You next," I agreed, "But not quite yet."

She smiled at me, shyly happy, and kissed me.

Stacy was less subtle. "Now me."

"Not quite yet," I told her, "but soon. Very soon."

I had invited Hank and his concubines to come visit us in our pod that afternoon, however only Hank, Abby and Claire came. His other two concubines, and all their offspring, had been left in their pod.

"Punishment," Abby told me, but wouldn't say why.

We hadn't seen Hank or the twins since they had come out of the medical tubes, and the changes almost overwhelmed us. He was, I guessed, still a little shy, but he had lost the edge of fear he had had the only time I'd seen him. His size almost certainly helped. He was huge.

"Thank you," he told me, "for helping Abby and Claire. They've been talking a lot about you. You helped them to relax. You and your family."

A few days earlier, when we had been waiting in the medical bay for our basic medical checks, there had been an incident elsewhere on the ship. A curfew had been announced, and the twins were stuck, so we had looked after them for a few hours.

"I'm glad we could help. If you need any more, just ask." He just nodded and turned away with a slight smile. I got an impression he was thinking, the feeling he wanted to ask something, but didn't know how.

Stacy and Branwyn both stared at him in awe. I didn't know Stacy well enough, but I could see that Branny was horny. I chuckled to myself.

Despite the fact that Branny, and probably Stacy too, both wanted Hank, and that Abby and Claire both wanted me, we just sat and talked, and ate and drank, and just generally relaxed and had fun. During the meal, Claire picked up the Marmite jar. "What's this?" She took the cap off and looked inside, taking a deep sniff. Her head jerked back. "Whoa!"

Dad smiled and took it gently out of her hands. "Marmite is a common savoury spread in Britain." He took a knife and pulled out a small quantity of the dark brown paste. "It's quite spicy, almost hot, and it's also quite salty."

"Anything like soy?" asked Hank.

We all smiled, but it was Dad who answered. "Not even vaguely. Fancy trying some?"

Hank leant forwards to smell it, as did Abby, who wrinkled her nose slightly.

"Yeah okay," answered Hank with a shrug. Abby nodded, but Claire looked less certain.

We got two pieces of hot buttered toast, and Roger spread some Marmite thinly onto one corner of each.

Hank manfully swallowed his mouthful, but then shook his head. "Don't let that come anywhere near me again." He tried to clear his mouth, and Mum passed over a small glass of cold milk. He drank it down quickly. "That was... ," he started, then just shook his head.

"Claire?"

Claire nibbled a corner, and then tried to spit it out into her hand. Mum, expecting that sort of reaction, quickly passed her a tissue, and another glass of milk.

Abby, seeing both her siblings' reaction, paled a little and started to shake her head.

"It's not for everyone," Mum said with a gentle laugh. "The advertising slogan was 'Love it or hate it'.

Abby nodded and gingerly picked up the now cool toast. She nibbled a corner, swallowed, frowned, and took another, larger, bite. A minute later she had finished both slices. "It wasn't that bad," she paused, "actually I kinda like it."

Hank nodded. "Well it's not for me."

"Aw poor baby," Abby said in a slightly mocking tone.

Hank just gave her a hard stare, but couldn't keep it up when both his sisters burst into laughter. Abby reached over and started to give Hank a kiss, but he quickly pushed them both apart.

"Fuck me!" he exclaimed, then looked around the room in embarrassed shock. "Oh, I do apologise." He glared at Abby. "You ever come to bed with Marmite breath and you'll sleep on the floor."

"Yeah," I said, remembering one of my early girlfriends. "It's probably best not to kiss someone if they don't like Marmite. They will hurt you."

The rest of the family were giggling like loons, particularly Huw and Siân, but the rest of the meal went off without incident, even if Hank did occasionally give his sister a dirty look. There was love in the look as well though, so we weren't concerned, and both Abby and Claire just ignored him.

After tea I noticed that Claire followed Imogen around quite a lot, and more than once the two appeared to go into a quite deep conversation that they quickly abandoned if anyone else got too close. Imogen took me to one side a little later.

"I need you to loan me to Hank. He needs help. He's only fourteen, the girls are barely sixteen, all were virgins, and they are having some problems that they don't know how to sort out," she told me.

"Oh. Er." I frowned. "Why you?"

She smiled slightly. "Why not?" she asked simply. "I trained you and Huw to be wonderful lovers. You think I can't do it for Hank? And he needs it. His size alone could mean he could hurt someone very badly if he's not careful."

"Couldn't Abby or Claire do it?"

There was a short silence as Imogen thought about what she needed to say.

"The two girls are themselves very inexperienced, and his other two concubines appear to be what's known as cougars."

I frowned. "What?"

Imogen smiled grimly. "Cougars are older women who get their sexual kicks by preying on younger, much younger males. They are in their forties and it seems they chose him rather than the other way around. Hank is still quite shy, but he's barely fourteen so it's not surprising they managed to bounce him. What I need you and Roger to do is to help train Abby and Claire, while Branny, Stacy and I train Hank." She gave me a dazzling smile. "Don't worry, we're all going to have a lot of fun. Me included."

I frowned again. "Who told you all this? Hank?"

Imogen shook her head. "No. Claire. She loves her brother, but is now a little afraid of him physically. She's been asking me for advice. I know Abby thinks the same, because I asked her, but it's Claire who's given me all the gen."

"Oh. Um. So what do you want me to do?"

"I need you to take Hank to one side and offer to lend me to him for a night."

I stared at her. "Just like that?"

She smiled. "You don't think he'd find me attractive?"

I laughed. "I mean, you don't think he'd find it strange?"

"Probably, but do it anyway. He knows you're an officer, he knows you're prepared to help, and he knows we're all happy together, sexually. I think he'll know that you, we, can help him where his other concubines can't."

"Oh. Okay. I'll ask him now."

She smiled. "Good."

It was twenty minutes before I could get Hank alone, and do it in such a way that he didn't get suspicious.

"Hey Hank, can I talk to you for a mo? I have a proposition for you."

"Sure."

"Um. Look. Not quite sure how to say this, so I'll just go and say it out up front. Would you like to borrow Imogen for a night? Or two?"

He looked startled, as well he might. "Uh, why?"

I gave a brief smile. "Because I think you should. I have been told that you would find the loan useful."

"Uh," he went a little red.

"Look. It's not a criticism, just an observation. Think of it as just a different sort of training."

"Maybe," he said slowly, still staring at me.

I smiled. "The offer is there if you want it. I know Branny would like to have a round with you, and I think Stacy would as well. Imogen believes you need a round with her."

"Will you help Claire and Abby?"

"Would you like me to?"

He paused, then gave a jerky nod of the head.

"Then it's agreed. You get Imogen, Branny and Stacy tonight, and Roger 'n' I'll help Claire and Abby. Yes?"

Another jerky nod of the head, and a faintly relieved expression were his only answer.

"AI, you heard all that?"

"I did."

"Then for tonight, can you please arrange for Abby and Claire to have all the necessary accesses that they will need to stay here."

"Confirmed."

"And, er, er," Hank started, "can you, er, arrange likewise, for er Imogen and the others er, at mine? Please? Same as Abby and Claire gets?"

There was a brief pause. "Confirmed."

I discreetly tipped Imogen the nod a few minutes later, however, since concubines didn't have AI interface nanites, I couldn't just pass a silent message. I'd asked for them a couple of days earlier, to be told that they would not be made available to concubines except under very specific conditions. It was a few minutes before I could give her the details, but she just nodded her satisfaction.

"You'll go to his pod with Hank, Abby and Claire will stay here. And it's for tonight only."

Imogen gave a mock pout, then grinned. "Yes master."

I gave her a sharp look, but she refused to be cowed. Mind you, my mother had always had quite a wicked sense of humour.

We decided, at Imogen's gentle prompting, to break up shortly after seven PM, but for at least half an hour before that Imogen, Stacy and Branwyn had been draping themselves over Hank, to his delight and Siân and Huw's surprise. Roger had been told earlier so he just took it in his stride. To my amusement I had heard Imogen telling him he would agree, or else! The 'or else' wasn't specified. Not in my hearing anyway.

To be honest, Roger actually did most of the 'teaching', but with our 'training' fresh in both our minds from Imogen teaching both Huw and myself, we did get in some ourselves. Not that we went without. We didn't. And for about four hours, the three males, Roger, myself and Huw, with a lot of help from Siân, 'taught' Abby and Claire.

It was fun. It was more than fun, it was sexy and erotic, and amazing. They were fun girls, and both wanted my ten incher, and got it, repeatedly. I loved having one or other on my cock, and I had them both at least three times each. I just lost track of the time, I was having so much fun.

Eventually though, when we settled down for the night, Abby and Claire both spent it with me, while both Roger and Huw spent the night with Siân.

I woke up to the feeling of a mouth around my cock, sucking hard, and a tongue on my nipple. "Mm," I sighed, keeping my eyes closed. Both mouths quickly lifted away, to be replaced very shortly by a pussy pushing slowly onto my erection.

We made love for only another twenty minutes or so before the hydraulic pressure in my bladder forced me to get up. Once up, we didn't start again, but both Abby and Claire were very affectionate towards me.

"Are you okay with your brother?" I asked as we sat in the kitchen area, waiting for the replicators to produce breakfast.

They both nodded, but it was Claire who answered.

"We sort of forgot, you know."

"Forgot?"

"That we'd have to, you know, with our brother."

"Oh?" I frowned slightly. Curious and puzzled.

Claire looked at Abby, who nodded. "The first couple of nights we slept on our own. The other two, Jennifer and Margaret, had him all to themselves. Then we had that funny thing, and ended up coming with you. Then we weren't allowed to do anything for another twenty-four hours, so we'd been on ship for four days when it happened."

I smiled gently. "But you got through it. You obviously survived."

"It was embarrassing. At first. But yeah." She gave this little shiver and a secretive smile. "Yeah."

"I hope your mom can help him though," added Abby. "He was lovely. Is lovely. But he's too big and strong for us. He doesn't understand."

"I'm sure that after Imogen, Stacy and Branwyn have finished with him..." I grinned at them both mischievously.

Claire laughed. "He'll be a wreck." She sobered up slightly. "But not as much as after those two."

I heard a lot of dislike, even a hint of hatred, in the word 'those'.

"Oh dear. Has it been bad?" I asked softly.

"Yeah."

I tried to get her to say more, but she wouldn't, and I didn't want to press too hard. "Okay, well he's obviously now got them under control?" I turned the statement into a question right on the last couple of words.

Claire giggled while Abby nodded, but they refused to say any more. I shrugged. I was only really being nosy after all, and they seemed now to be fine with it all.

"Well, if you need help, just let me know."

Claire patted my crotch. "Oh I'm sure we will." It was Abby's turn to giggle.

I smiled. I liked these two kids, and I was pretty sure we would all get to meet up again soon. Indeed I would try and push for it. I daydreamed for a moment.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Abby asked me softly.

"Dw i ddim yn gwybod." I answered absently.

"What?"

"He means," said Roger, who chose that moment to appear, "don't know."

I looked around. "Huh?"

"You said dweegabod or something," said Abby.

"Oh, sorry. 'D'wee thum un gweebod'. It means 'I don't know'."

"Hmm. Not helpful," she said dryly.

My three women came back not long after, all smiles and laughter, just as Abby and Claire were leaving to go home themselves, they too smiling happily. The five paused by the door and must have spent a good fifteen minutes talking, laughing and giggling. Whenever Roger or Huw or I went anywhere near them, they clammed up, staring at us almost haughtily, and sending us away with imperious gestures before bursting into giggles again. I thought of asking the AI to listen in and tell me what was happening, but I decided not to despite my intense curiosity.

I tried to tickle it out of Stacy later, but no matter how much I tortured her, she refused to divulge. I didn't bother trying with Imogen or Branwyn, I knew up front it would be impossible.

A couple of evenings later Hank and the girls came back, and the business in hand was quite obviously and blatantly sex. Hank still hadn't brought the rest of his concubines with him, so it was just us friends.

An hour or so later I was kneeling behind Siân as she grinned at me, inviting me, and slowly pushed my cock into my sister's pussy. She moaned in pleasure, pushing backwards against me. "So good," she hissed.

Next to us, in an almost identical position, Roger was slowly sliding in and out of Abby's body. Across the room Claire was lying on her back, her long legs wrapped around her brother's waist as Hank lay on top of her, the two making slow and gentle love.

The combination of Hank's huge bulk, and Claire's smaller frame, tiny in comparison, made me smile. There was a noise behind me and I half turned to see Imogen and Branwyn lying on the mat in a 69 position licking each other's pussy, Stacy gently caressing both their bodies while Huw was slowly and gently taking her from behind.

After a few minutes of slow movement, I tapped Roger's shoulder. He looked at me, then nodded. Without saying anything we quickly swapped places.

"Urrgh," groaned Abby as I slid into her. A pleasurable noise, not a painful noise.

"Daddy," whispered Siân.

"Oh baby girl," he whispered back. The two began thrusting harder and faster, and I finally knew that Dad was now relaxed with all the incest, had fully accepted it as just a part of his new life.