Chapter 8

That afternoon everything changed.

People slowly gathered in the refectory as Prince Charles' funeral approached, still a couple of hours away. The ship's captain had managed to arrange for broadcasts from Sky, CNN, GNN, WNN, the BBC and ITN, as well as a number of other broadcasters, many of whom I'd never heard of, all to be shown on different screens in different parts of the refectory. It wasn't hard to guess that exactly the same thing was happening in each of the other refectories. The live pictures were the same, suggesting that there was a shared set of pool cameras and a single, local, director, it was just the voice-overs, overlays and inserts that were different.

We were all sitting in front of the screen showing the BBC broadcasts, watching a program from way back, looking at Charles when he was in his twenties, and an officer in the Royal Navy, when we heard gasps and cries behind us.

We turned to look, and then the screen in front of us changed, and a 'News Flash' blaze was displayed on the screen. We all gasped and around us there were cries of horror at the sight. There had obviously been an explosion at Balmoral, and an incredibly big one at that. Most of one end of the main building was now just a smoking pile of rubble, with tall flames in a couple of places. The other end of the building leaned over drunkenly, and as we watched, parts of it slowly and gracefully fell onto the rubble.

"Holy hell-fire," I gasped. Roger half stood, as if he could go and do something to help.

We all just stared in horror. Two minutes later, there was little standing as the building had slowly and progressively collapsed, when abruptly the signals were cut off.

There were cries of anger, and demands that the signals be restored, but moments later the screens displayed signs that told us that the broadcasts had been terminated at source. There was a lot of babble, most of it fairly meaningless as people just cried out asking who had done this and why. But of course no one could answer. I eventually tore my eyes away from the screen and stared around me. People were crying, holding each other, staring at each other and at the screens in total shock and disbelief.

Turning back to the screens, I could see that the silent BBC broadcast was still there, when an AI announced that we would be keeping the signals for the time being, though I suspected that the message actually originated from the captain. "We may be able to pick up more news as it develops. In the meantime please remain calm. We will get you all the news we can, as soon as we possibly can."

Moments later, the display changed, obviously to an American broadcaster, who I guessed had taken the original signals to re-broadcast in America. This time we saw the explosion from the start. The first sign of trouble was when a large white van with BBC signs on the side exploded. The force of the blast destroyed the nearest third of the building almost instantly, with more falling quickly down as the necessary support fell away. The display was re-played in silence a couple of times, in slow motion, and we could see that the van quite literally disintegrated with the force of the blast. During the slow motion replay, it was also possible to see that chunks of something were flying from the van into the building.

"Shrapnel of some sort," said Dad softly.

"But surely," I said equally softly, "there's no way that a van at one end of the building should be able to destroy the whole building?"

"Depends on the explosive, the building, all sorts of things," Dad answered, staring intently at the screen. "No. Look," he pointed at something behind the building, just as the film started again. "That could be another explosion. Maybe there," he paused, staring even more intently. "Yes," he said moments later, "it looks like there may have been a second van or something behind the building."

A few moments later, this broadcast cut off and the BBC signal returned. "Ladies and gentlemen," came the voice of an obviously highly distraught senior policeman. Behind him were four other people in senior officer uniforms, one police, two air force and one army officer. They too all looked very distraught.

"I think they're the chiefs-of-staff committee," whispered Dad.

"But there's two air force and no navy there," I hissed

"Hush. I'll explain later."

We could no longer see the destroyed building itself, as the cameras were all now in a tent or marquee of some sort.

"It would appear that there were three explosive devices planted at various points around the building, one of which was in a van marked up superficially as a BBC van, another was in a caterers van, while the third explosive device appears to have been in the building itself. They all went off simultaneously so we are assuming for the time being that they were remotely detonated, though that has yet to be confirmed. While we can confirm that there have been a number of deaths, we cannot, at this time, confirm who or how many. Suffice it to say that included in this number are some royal casualties," I missed the next few words as cries of despair and anger erupted around me. " ... has not been confirmed at this point. It has been decided that no names will be released publicly until all the names are known, and appropriate surviving family members have been informed. Thank you."

He turned to step away from the microphones, as various journalists tried to question him about whether the very elderly Queen Elizabeth II herself was still alive, but he ignored them. Moments later the screens shut down, this time obviously from within the ship.

"Ladies and gentlemen," came a human voice over the ship's PA system. "This is the captain speaking. I am so very sorry for your loss, but this is a working ship, and we are now about to do the final few pickups that had been postponed. We will therefore be leaving Earth space in approximately twelve hours. If there is any more news before we leave, we will bring it to you as soon as we can. In the meantime, once again, please accept the sympathies of myself, my officers, and my crew."

Once again this was followed by the British National Anthem. We slowly walked back to our pod, deeply shocked, most of us barely able to function.

Imogen silently directed us all to the dining table and put food and drink in front of us. We sat around the table just looking at each other, not saying much. Though there was much hugging, it was for comfort not anything else. We talked about the Royal family, and although none of us was particularly a royalist, I think we all knew that we preferred the sort of monarchy we had, than any of the alternatives. If Queen Elizabeth was now dead, she had been on the throne for well over seventy years. She had been the longest serving monarch for a long time.

That night I think was the first night most of us had slept alone since we'd come aboard. I know Stacy wanted to be alone. She'd lived for a number of years in Windsor, so was used to seeing lots of royal pageantry, and I think it must have hit her harder than any of us realised at first. Only Imogen and Roger shared a bed, but I suspect that too was simply because they were used to it.

When I awoke I was surprised to find myself surrounded by naked female flesh. Opening my eyes I saw the back of Siân's head, and beyond her Stacy lay asleep. Turning my head I saw, as expected, Branwyn's blonde locks, but to my surprise, beyond her I saw Imogen, and an even bigger surprise was that beyond her, against the wall, was Roger. My jaw sagged open just at the moment that Imogen opened her eyes and looked straight at me. She gave me a wan smile.

"We wanted to be together. It was Stacy's idea, and I think it was a good one," whispered Imogen.

"Where's Huw?" I whispered back.

"He didn't want to come." She reached one hand over Branny's shoulder and onto mine. "How do you feel?"

"Fine. I guess. It was a bit of a shock, but life has to go on, and it doesn't really affect us directly any more."

Imogen smiled. "Exactly right. It'll be interesting to see how many other people realise that and just get on with their lives."

"Well I would if you'd stop whispering and let me get back to sleep," mumbled Roger.

"Mornin' Dad," whispered Branny.

"Who's awake?" I asked a bit louder.

"I'm not," muttered Stacy. Siân didn't answer.

"I guess Siân's the only one still asleep then," I whispered. "AI, time please."

"Oh seven fifty-six."

"I think that gives us time for a quick something," said Imogen with a chuckle. "I'm horny and I quite fancy having a hard cock inside meeeeee." Her voice rose suddenly then tailed off with a gasp. I turned to see that Roger had taken her from behind and they were already starting to make love. Branwyn reached out to my cock and began to fondle me. Moments later she had straddled me and was bouncing slowly up and down on my hard cock.

"Bastards," muttered Siân a few moments later. "You could have gone somewhere else and left me asleep."

"Sorry babe," I whispered with a laugh, stroking her naked bottom.

"Are you going to follow up on that hand?" she whispered.

"Can't" I answered with a laugh.

Siân turned and when she saw Branny firmly ensconced on my cock, gave a sigh of disappointment. This was quickly followed by a gasp as Stacy began to lick and suck at her nipples.

We didn't stay like that for long though. For some reason we were all still quite tired. Eventually I sent them all off to their own rooms, and lay there, on my own, thinking.

"AI?" I asked, deep in thought. "Why are, is, does, why does there seem to be no issues, what I mean is," I paused, desperately trying to find words to frame my question. "Why does no one have issues with incest? I mean, I know there's now no legal barrier, or medical barrier, but there's always been social barriers and conditioning against it. So how come there's no problems now? I mean, why does no one have problems with it? Issues with it? It can't be just the lack of legal or medical issues, surely?" I shrugged. "I'm not sure I'm asking the right question here. Everybody seems happy with it. Why?"

There was a brief pause. "The reasons vary, but in general it is a mix of already having some feelings or loyalty towards each other, a feeling of necessity, the knowledge that the legal and medical barriers are not there, and a conditioning added to ensure that concubines are loyal to their owners."

"Oh. You've programmed us to accept it?"

"No. The conditioning in each concubine merely makes them more loyal to their owner. It cannot directly change their belief on this, or indeed on anything else, though it does help. Roger Carter, for example, still has issues having sex with his daughters, but his loyalty to you, and his original love for his former wife, hold enough sway with him to ensure that it will never become a problem."

"Never?"

"Confirmed. He is already slowly adjusting. It will take time for him, but he will adjust. He would not want to take either of his daughters with him if he was to become a sponsor, but it is expected that, when it becomes necessary to do so, he will have no problems impregnating his own daughters."

"Oh, okay," I said slowly. "What about the others? Imogen, et cetera."

"Imogen Carter was already marginally pre-disposed towards it by the simple fact of her having been intimate with Branwyn, however she never did have many issues with the idea, and her loyalty to you, and her real love for all her offspring, have ensured that she adjusted very quickly. Branwyn Carter has been in love with you since about the age of eleven." I gasped at this piece of news, but didn't interrupt. "As such, she has wanted an intimate relationship with you for at least the last three years. The only reason she did not initiate one was because of the legal and ethical issues. These are now irrelevant.

"Siân Carter, although not in love with you, was also pre-disposed to it through her intimate physical relationship with her sister. In her case however, she is also extremely loyal to her family in general, and to you in particular. This was partly brought about through the fact that she recognised your intelligence, and that she knew you recognised hers. Also partly through the fact that she knew she was always your favourite sister, partly even because you took her virginity, although that merely cemented her loyalty. Her own high intelligence has also helped as she has seen the definite social advantages, and realises that while there are disadvantages, they are outweighed by the advantages, in particular the social cohesion such a relationship can bring. Huw Carter is in it simply for the sex. He has basic familial loyalty to you, but it can be broken easily. Whilst he is getting all the sex he wants from anyone, including his sisters and mother, he will be content. For the time being."

"Only the time being?"

"Confirmed."

"Uh. Sorry. What I meant was, why only for the time being? How long is 'for the time being'?"

"That is difficult to answer. However he has certain desires that will eventually get the better of him. He is not unstable, but he will eventually resent being under your direct control. It is recommended that you either replace him with another female concubine, or attempt to push him through a re-cap. As you have previously noted, his current CAP is a little on the low side to be certain of success. If he is not able to become a sponsor in his own right, he may be satisfied as the only male concubine of a female sponsor."

"Okaaay," I again said slowly. "In Huw's case, is it the sex, or the incest that is currently keeping him happy?"

There was a pause. "Uncertain. Though there is definitely some physical desire for his mother and sisters, it is unclear how much there is, or how important it is to his psyche."

"Hmm," I frowned.

"What about Claire and Abby, and Hank?" I asked after a short pause.

There was a much longer pause, and for a moment I thought the AI wasn't going to tell me.

"For Abby it was about keeping the family together. As the elder of the two twins, she took it upon herself to try and keep her siblings together for safety. This is slightly different from Claire, who always did have some romantic feelings for her younger brother, but simply wasn't aware of them. Claire believed that it was just about protecting her 'baby' brother, unaware that it was really these romantic feelings for her brother that made her feel that way. She has now fallen in love with him, partly through the effect of the added loyalty, and also because Hank is gentle with her, and is quite open about his love for both his sisters. Abby loves both her brother and her sister, but isn't in love with them. However this is very likely to change, and soon. In both cases their loyalty to Hank is absolute and binding, and all would now suffer quite traumatically if they were to be split from each other or their brother. Hank loves both his sisters, but never had any sort of romantic or sexual feelings for them. As such he had some issues until Abby helped him get over the initial hurdles. His chat with Imogen and Branwyn Carter also helped. He is not, at this time, in love with either of his sisters, but that too is slowly changing."

"Crikey. And Danny Black and his family?"

"The details are unimportant, but basically they are the same as your family, and Hank's family. Safety. Loyalty. Love."

"And the same for all the other family groups?"

"In general, yes."

"In general?"

"In a small number of cases it has been about lust. Usually lust of a male sponsor for his sister, daughter, or very occasionally mother. These relationships are more likely to break down, and when they do, they break down faster and harder than any others; however in a very small number of cases they have become good and satisfactory relationships."

"Okay. Thanks, I guess. It's given me a lot to think about."

I wandered out of the bedroom and back into the main room to find the rest of the family in the middle of an orgy. The orgy had obviously begun to wind down, but Huw was still thrusting hard and rapid into Imogen's body. Stacy was on top of Roger, languorously swaying back and forth on his cock, while Siân and Roger were hugging and gently kissing.

Branwyn came up alongside me and gently pulled me over to one of the chairs.

"Let's get you pregnant," I whispered softly before she could sit me down.

Her jaw dropped and her eyes opened wide, but this was quickly followed by a look of such joy that I couldn't help but smile.

"Happy?"

She just nodded, her incredible smile of joy just a wonder to behold. After a moment more she dived on top of me and just held me tight, hugging me.

"You are not allowed to have sex with anyone other than me, until you're pregnant. Okay?" I whispered into her ear.

I felt her head move against mine as she tried to nod her agreement. Her mouth was only making funny excited noises, and I could feel the jackhammer pounding of her heart.

"Come on baby," I whispered, towing her into my bedroom. I shut the door behind me and she instantly threw herself onto the bed, on her back, her thighs spread wide, tugging me between her legs. I smiled and shook my head.

"What? I don't..." she began, the joy on her face fading to confusion.

"We're not going to fuck to make babies," I told her with a smile, moving alongside her and holding her, caressing her, looking deep into her eyes. "I love you too much for that. We're going to make love to make a baby."

Her joyous smile returned, and she raised her face to mine and gave me the softest, most gentle, and most romantic of kisses. When I eventually plumbed her depths, some while later, she was hotter, wetter and more ready for it than she'd ever been before. Her whole body, her whole mind, her whole being wanted this; was ready for this. In the hours we made love there were no climactic, explosive, mind destroying climaxes, for either of us; but still, it was the most wonderful sex I'd ever had.

Eventually, clinging tightly to each other, we slept.

"Is she pregnant yet?" I asked the AI under my breath. It was the first thought to enter my head when I awoke.

"You are both still sterile," came the AI's unexpected response.

"Shit," I gasped. I managed to refrain from any other sound, afraid to wake my beautiful twin sister. I sighed. "Make us both fertile again please AI. How long until she can get pregnant?"

"It normally takes between six and twelve hours for an egg to get from ovary to a suitable place for conception, another forty-eight to seventy-two to reach the uterus, and another six to twenty-four hours to embed in the uterus lining. The appropriate nanites in her body will ensure this whole process takes no longer than twelve hours from start to end. The uterus of Branwyn Carter is not currently ready to receive an egg. This normally takes about four days to prepare, however the same nanites will expedite this process to about eight hours. Your sperm will be ready within the next hour, and you should refrain from sexual intercourse until at least that time. It is probably better however if you refrain for the full eight hours."

"So by this time tomorrow morning she will be pregnant?"

"Confirmed."

"Is that guaranteed, or merely a possibility?"

"Provided the sexual intercourse takes place within the appropriate time period, it is guaranteed. The nanites in Branwyn's body will ensure conception."

"Thank you."

I settled down and cuddled up to her again. My slight movement though must have awoken her as her eyes suddenly opened and she looked at me. I smiled softly, and her face settled into a smile. She hugged me.

"Are you pregnant yet?" I asked softly, grinning at her.

She got an introspective look, almost as if she was trying to detect what was happening in her body.

"You do realise," I told her with a mournful expression on my face, "that until you get pregnant I'm afraid that you'll have to stay with me. I'm really sorry about this." My expression was really hang-dog now. I was trying to pretend that we were being forced against our will. She looked at me for a moment then burst into laughter.

"Dick! I'm not pregnant yet, so I'm going to tie you to the bed and shag you till your balls drop off and your hair falls out."

"How do you know you're not pregnant?"

"'Cos my kitty is still hungry!" She gave me a very predatory smile.

I laughed at her determination. Mindful of what the AI had told me though, I slowed her down a bit. "Give me a little while. I need the loo. I want a shower, and we should both get something to eat. Keep our strength up."

She pouted for a moment, then nodded decisively. "Agreed. Twenty minutes. Back here. Cock in..." I put my hand lightly over her mouth.

"It'll take me that long to drag my arse out of bed what with you holding onto me like that. We should both have a shower and get something proper to eat. Let's make it three quarters of an hour?" I knew that with five minutes negotiation, plus the forty-five minutes, plus making it take five minutes or longer just to get to bed, I could easily reach the one hour needed, whether I could reach eight was another matter.

Her pout this time was longer, but I could see humour in her eyes. "Forty minutes."

I looked at her, narrowing my eyes as if in deep thought. In reality of course I was just adding a few more seconds of delay, but she didn't know that.

"Okay," I said slowly. "On one condition."

"What's that?"

"I think," I said slowly, "you have to be close enough at all times so that I can paddle your bum whenever I feel like it, whenever you've been naughty, whenever I think you deserve," I paused. "No," I continued after a moment, "you have to walk in front of me, at all times, on hands and knees if necessary, bum up, so that I can paddle your bum all the time."

"Yeah?" she asked, grinning cheekily. "And what do you know about paddling bums?"

We were still cuddled up together so I slid one hand down to her firm bum and began to give gentle slaps.

"Amateur," said Branwyn scornfully. "Is that it? Wuss!"

"Right," I said forcefully, and sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, and pulling her, squealing with laughter, across my lap.

"Amateur am I?" I laughed, raising my arm.

"WOAH!" she cried moments later surging up off my lap. "That bloody hurt."

"It was meant to," I shrugged, grinning, slightly abashed. "Probably not quite as much as that. I think I'm stronger than I thought." I shook my right hand where it was slightly stinging.

She just shook her head in resignation.

"Dipstick," she told me shortly, but still with a slight smile on her face. "Suddenly I'm no longer horny."

"In that case, now's the time for shower and breakfast." I stood up next to her and gave her a hug and a kiss.

"You should be kissing my bum."

"Nah, It'd only make you horny. Or me."

She smiled, nodding her agreement, and arm-in-arm we left the room, both of us still naked.

There was no-one in the main room. "AI," I asked. "Ship time please."

"Oh seven twenty-seven."

"We've been going all night," exclaimed Branwyn.

"Well, I guess we slept a fair chunk of that. In any case, this is a late getting-up-time when we were on the farm."

She shrugged. "I guess. Going for a shower."

"AI," I asked. "From what was said yesterday afternoon, I'm guessing we have now left orbit?"

"That is correct. We left orbit nearly two hours ago."

"Two hours? I thought it would have been ages ago? Ten hours at least?"

"We were delayed in picking up the final dependents."

"Oh I see. So where are we, in relation to the planets? Can we still see any of them?"

"Negative. We are now approximately the same distance as Sedna, one of the outer dwarf planets, however we are actually nowhere near it."

"Sedna? Never heard of it. Where is it?"

"Have you heard of Makemake or Haumea?"

"No."

"Pluto?"

"Yes?"

"Pluto orbits your sun at an average of thirty-nine astronomical units. That is, its orbit is on average thirty-nine times farther from Sol than Earth's. Haumea and Makemake orbit at roughly forty-three and forty-five AU's respectively. Sedna's orbit averages at five hundred and twenty AU's, though at this present time in its orbit it is only at ninety-two AU's, inside that of Eris."

"So we are roughly ninety-two times farther from the sun than Earth is? Already?"

"We are moving at light speed, so we are even now already much further away than that, are already a long way towards Sedna's average distance of five hundred and twenty AU's, and will be past its maximum of nine hundred and thirty-seven AU's before too long."

"Holy wow," I breathed. "So how long to our destination?"

"The direct journey from Earthat to Soloat can be made in seventeen days at our maximum speed, however we are making a diversion to drop all the new marine recruits off elsewhere. This is in a completely different direction, and at full speed via the diversion it will take us fifty-nine days to reach Soloat, another forty-four hours to reach Solo itself. Disembarking will then take approximately two days."

"Thanks. Um. Er. I don't suppose you heard any more news from Balmoral before we left, did you?"

"The captain intends to make a broadcast at about thirteen hundred, ship's time, with all the news."

"Oh. Okay. Thanks."

Some forty minutes later, we were sat at the breakfast table when Siân appeared, yawning.

"Morning kiddo, how're you?" I asked cheerfully.

She smiled cheekily. "Well fucked."

"Ah. Good." I must have looked as startled as I felt, because she just laughed. I shook my head. "You ready for more lessons this morning?" I asked her.

"Not in the tube."

"Oh?" I frowned. "Why?"

"Dad wants Huw to go in there today, if you're not using it. I'm not sure what for though."

"Okaaaay, so what are you gonna do?"

She shrugged, then sat and made herself more comfortable. "What's for breakfast?"

"Whatever you want."

"Hmm. My normal I think."

After she'd got her breakfast and sat back down again, she answered my previously unanswered question.

"Well, I've found an old Soviet military library. I think it's from a military academy for senior officers. It's absolutely fascinating. There's all sorts of stuff in there. I'll probably get the AI to print a book and a few maps, so that I can have a play."

"What's it all about?" asked Branwyn.

"It's treatises on different battles. Reports, analyses," she broke off as Branwyn just looked confused. "The students looked at historical battles going back hundreds of years. Looked at the reports from the time, and analysed them. Picked out the good bits and the bad. You have to remember that back then it was a communist state, so some of it is slightly biased, but the bias isn't all that bad. Some of the analysis is as good as it gets." She shrugged. "Sometimes there's two or more students giving contradictory reports. But that just makes it more interesting."

"Like what?" I asked.

Siân glanced at me, but continued to address her elder sister. "For example: the Battle of Waterloo, when Napoleon Bonaparte was finally defeated. You've got one student saying that it was down to the skill of the common soldier rather than that of his officers. Another student saying it was down to the fact that the French Army was tired and exhausted. Some students were comparing the leadership styles. Napoleon supposedly had a slightly more advanced, more modern, leadership style than Wellington, yet he still lost because he kept overruling his officers. You've got to add them all together and consolidate. Where they conflict, you've got to look at other reports, to try and make sense of it all, to resolve the differences."

"Are you enjoying it?" I asked.

"Loving it."

"So what are you going to do today?"

"I was going to ask the AI to produce some maps of the battle for me, so I can work the whole battle through."

"You're working on the Battle of Waterloo then?"

She nodded. "Uh huh."

"Why don't you just get the AI to produce some holo images?"

She frowned "Why?"

"You can animate the battle in real time, speed it up, slow it down." I grinned at her stunned expression. Her mouth dropped.

"What a bloody good idea," she said moments later. "AI, can you reproduce a three dimensional holographic map of the battle of Waterloo?"

A large image formed in the middle of the room. We all walked slowly around it while studying it.

"Where is Waterloo?" asked Branwyn.

"Belgium," answered Siân absently. It was surprising just how many people, even intelligent, educated, Britons, thought Waterloo was in France or Spain. A few even thought it was in London.

"So where's Napoleon on this map?"

"At the farm." She waved her hand off to one edge of the image where a red light had begun to flash.

"Oh."

"This is where the Prussians under Blücher were, here's where the French are, and this over here is the Alliance," she told us.

"The Alliance?"

"The British, Dutch, Hanoverians, and a couple of other of the Germanic states. Brunswick, can't remember the others off the top of my head."

"What do you mean Germanic states?" Branwyn wanted to be included in the discussion, but didn't really know enough of the background. She wasn't really interested, hadn't studied history, but wanted to show willing. "Is that not just Germany?"

"Back in 1815," I told her, "the modern state of Germany didn't exist. Instead it was a number of smaller mostly independent and semi-independent states, Prussia, Brunswick, Saxony, Hanover, loads of others I don't remember."

"Mmm," said Siân. "Prussia was probably the largest, certainly the most militaristic. They were a separate army at the battle, whereas the Duke of Wellington commanded a combined army." She looked at the map. "AI, is this the start of the battle?"

"It is."

"Advance by one hour please."

I didn't see much change, but Siân obviously did because she smiled, pleased.

"Tell you what," I said. "Why don't you do this upstairs in the bigger area. You can split it up into multiple maps, with some bits a magnification of the bigger map."

She looked at me, a pleased look on her face. "Yeah, thanks. I will."

I caught her as she spun around towards the lift circle, and pulled her into my arms. "Slow down. You're naked and you haven't had your shower this morning." While I was talking I'd let one hand lightly curl around one firm bum cheek.

She grinned. "Oh. Yeah. But then, if I'd got dressed I wouldn't have your hand on my bot right now."

"True," I answered lightly, stroking her bottom. I slid one finger down between her bum cheeks, while she just watched me, smiling.

"Are you going to stick that inside me?" she asked moments later.

"Do you want me to?"

"Mm, maybe." I began to worm my finger into her tight anal opening while she squirmed. "I'd rather it was your dong, and I'd rather it was somewhere else," she eventually gasped when I had wormed my forefinger in up to the second knuckle.

"Not right here?"

"Well, I'm not Stacy or Claire, I don't mind, but I don't get off on it like they do."

"Mmm. Okay. In that case I'm definitely going to have to insert something, somewhere, sometime."

"Somewhere?" she laughed.

"Well," I told her, grinning. "Somewhere not too many inches from right here." I wiggled the finger inside her anal passage and she squirmed delightfully in my arms.

"About bloody time. I haven't had your dong for nearly a week now." I looked at her, startled.

She grinned and shook her head. "I thoroughly enjoyed Hank's giant dong, and I love Dad very much, but it's your dong I want."

"Not Huw?"

"Nah. He's good now Mum and Stacy have trained him, but he's not you."

I smiled and hugged her. "Later," I told her softly, withdrawing my finger from her anal passage. "Right now," I whispered, "I'm going to get Branny pregnant."

Siân gasped and hugged me even tighter. "Oh god, I want your baby so much," she whispered back.

"Now?"

"No, but soon."

The last part of our conversation had been conducted entirely in whispers, and I think it was starting to get Branwyn suspicious.

"Well?" she asked imperiously.

I just looked at her. She stared back challengingly, and I hardened the expression on my face. She flushed and dropped her eyes from mine. "Sorry," she whispered. I turned back to Siân, gave her a soft kiss and released her.

Taking hold of Branwyn's hand I towed her, unresisting, into my room and shut the door behind us. "That was naughty," I told her calmly. "I should punish you for that bit of rudeness."

She nodded, her eyes cast down. "Yes," she whispered.

I raised my eyebrows briefly in surprise. "You want to be punished?"

She shook her head. "No," she whispered, "but if you think I deserve it, then you must punish me."

I nodded and pulled her naked form over my lap and gave her bum a few hard, though not excessive, swats. She was sobbing gently when I lifted her off. I knew it wasn't because I'd hurt her, but simply because she was upset that she'd made me cross. I looked at her and my expression softened, and in an instant she flung herself into my arms.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm so sorry. I won't do it again."

"I know babe," I said softly. "Now. What do you want me to do now?"

"Please will you make me pregnant?" Her whisper was so soft that I think it was only my augmented hearing that made me hear her.

"Alright," I said in a more normal tone, "but there's going to be consequences because of what you did earlier."

She nodded uncertainly.

"AI?"

"Yes?"

"Please ensure, if it is possible to do so, that Branwyn does not become pregnant until she's had at least another twelve orgasms."

"Understood."

She gaped at me, then mock pouted. "Only twelve?"

"Okay. AI. Make that twenty."

"Understood."

"No," she gasped, "You weren't meant to make it more," she gave me another mock pout, but this time wisely didn't say anything more.

I grinned at her. "You don't want twenty orgasms?"

"I want all the orgasms you care to give me, but I also want to get pregnant with your baby."

I decided to tease her a little more. "You are my sister."

"I know," she gasped, and I realised she was suddenly turned on. It was going to be easier to make her climax than I'd thought.

"All right, sex pot. I'll knock you up." I bent down and began to gently lick her open pussy, to the accompaniment of gasps and moans of pleasure.

Four hours later I fell asleep, absolutely worn out. I'd long since lost track of the number of orgasms she'd had, or I'd had, but I ate her out almost as often as we fucked. The last time had been slow and gentle, making love not just having sex. We were both starting to get a bit sore and tired, despite all the enhancements we'd had to make us last longer. I'd called my sister a sex-pot, and she was, she'd worn me out.

We were woken nearly two hours later when Imogen came in with two big mugs of steaming hot tea.

"Happy?" she asked Branwyn.

Branwyn just nodded, a huge grin on her face.

"So are you pregnant yet?"

Branwyn frowned and turned to me. "How many orgasms?"

I shrugged. "No idea. AI?"

"Seventeen."

Branny looked sad and shook her head. "Not yet."

Imogen looked puzzled, so Branny told her what I'd said.

"That's mean," laughed Imogen. "Fun, but mean." She grinned and left us.

"AI, did you record what happened in this room?"

"No. You are monitored for safety and security purposes, and audio recordings may be made. No visual recordings of sexual events are normally taken without a request."

"That's a shame." I grinned at Branny. "We could have watched you come."

"What?" Branny looked puzzled.

"I love watching you orgasm, your face sort of screws up just before you start to scream. You look so sexy."

She smiled. "I don't want to see me. I'd far rather see you come."

I laughed. "AI, would it be possible to record the next session with me and Branny?"

"Yes."

"NO!" exclaimed Branwyn. "You can't do that."

"It'll only be for you and me, no one else," I told her.

She shook her head violently. "No way."

"All right. AI cancel that last request."

"Confirmed."

"Okay?"

She nodded.

"Good. Now. You have to come three more times before you're allowed to become pregnant. How do you want them?"

She laughed. "That's easy. First one with your mouth, second from behind, doggy style; third me on top, and then to get me pregnant I want you on top."

"You're on." I grinned at her, rolled her onto her back and began to kiss and lick her all over.

Even Roger managed to look happy when informed, later that evening, that his eldest daughter was pregnant. Huw just smiled, but the rest of the women were ecstatic. Oddly, for the next couple of days, I had all my women visit me in bed rather more often than had become the norm just lately. Siân was especially loving and close, and I think that, despite her protestations to the contrary, secretly she was ready to become pregnant as well.