Chapter 15

Angela Nash pulled up in front of her sister's home and began to get Ethan and Ella out of their car seats. Amy came out to help, calling greetings. Angie turned and embraced Amy, laughing. "Help me unload," she said, "and get our stuff indoors. It's been a long drive."

They proceeded to unload the car. Amy was glad the car was small. It was packed, tightly, with all the stuff Angie would have to live with until the extraction. And it was a lot. All of Angie's stuff was crowded into the spare bedroom.

Amy's home was small and old but well maintained. The landlord was the local real estate agent, always happy to come attend to this or that problem with the house. Amy knew he enjoyed looking at and flirting with her. But he was married, and she never encouraged him romantically in the least. She figured his ogling her was a small price to pay for maintenance. And it boosted her ego, knowing that a man desired her.

Amy had prepared her home as well as she could for her sister's arrival, clearing her own belongings from the spare bedroom and trying to organize the place. Amy's personal sloth was legendary in the family. It had taken a week, off and on, to pick up and move and organize. She was even proud of herself for resisting the temptation to begin cluttering anew, putting away finished laundry and keeping the kitchen cleaned up.

Now there was a mountain of stuff out of Angie's car piled into the spare bedroom. The kids needed attention and the sisters were so glad to see each other that they left the heap for later and adjourned to the living room.

The sisters hugged again, happy to see each other after months away from each other. They chatted happily about goings-on in their lives, their parents, today's drive, and everything else under the sun. The gabfest lasted for hours. The wine flowed freely. One or the other of them had to jump up periodically to steer the kids back into the living room, where they played pretty well. The drive had been exhausting for them, too, and their energy stores were low. Somewhere along the line, a fast and simple dinner was thrown together and consumed.

Angie was younger than Amy. She hadn't even considered going to college, knowing her smarts and her drive weren't up to the task. She had taken a job as a grocery store checkout clerk. Her first pregnancy was unplanned, but she decided even before the pregnancy was confirmed that it was a good thing for her. Ethan had been a good baby, easy to care for and happy. His father was fun to party with and good in bed, but left more than a little to be desired as a husband and dad. He had had no interest in marrying her. News of the pregnancy had been enough to see him on his merry way.

Getting men -- and women -- into Angie's bed had never been a problem. She knew her reputation back home was of a party girl, an easy lay. She didn't care one bit. She wasn't sure who was the father of Erin, and she didn't really care. No messy announcement of her pregnancy and ensuing brawl was required. Oddly, the only man she'd married was not Erin's father, she was sure. He didn't last long, either.

However, Erin was the exact opposite of Ethan in every way: endless bouts of colic, demanding, fussy, easily upset. Angie was never sure whether the reason was a different father, or just bad karma.

When the sisters felt they had made suitable progress catching up with each other, their talk turned to the immediate future. Amy told Angie that the extraction was planned to occur weeks from now, but that the ultimate decision and timing were in the hands of the Confederacy.

Amy thought it a waste for Angie to go to all the trouble to find a job, find childcare and all that for only a few months. On the other hand, Angie needed something to occupy her time. Angie offering childcare was somewhat attractive to them both but, considering that they were deeply into the school year, Amy thought most parents had already made other arrangements. Amy wasn't concerned about her money running out, as she'd have no need of money after the extraction. They decided to leave that issue for another time.

Amy had told Angie all about the Program, and her part in it. They talked about the adult portion of the Program, which was to start the following day. Neither of them had any illusions that Angie was going to qualify to volunteer. It was attractive as something for Angie to do, and a good way to meet people.

Which brought Amy to the topic of small town mentality. Amy forbade Angie any sexual escapades, lest it damage Amy's reputation. Angie wasn't concerned about her own. Angie reluctantly agreed.

Which brought Angie around to how and where Amy got hers. A blushing Amy confessed to a trove of toys and having batteries permanently on her grocery list. Angie naturally asked whether Amy's toys included a strap-on. Amy allowed she might find such a device deep in her closet. With a leer, Angie suggested Amy search while she, Angie, bathed the kids.

Before that, they needed to decide the sleeping arrangements. The lure of the other's arms was too great -- Angie's sex drive was at least as high as Amy's, and they had been lovers before. Ethan and Ella were relegated to opposite ends of the same bed in the spare bedroom. The sisters waded into the room, working together to get enough stuff put away that the bed was at least cleared off. Amy produced another pillow. The kids could share the blanket.

Amy began to draw the bath as Angie rounded up the children. Each sister stripped one child and popped them into the bath. Amy watched them long enough for Angie to dig out baby shampoo and pajamas. When Angie returned, Amy went searching.

Amy soon returned, wearing a devilish grin, the strap-on, and nothing else. Seeing her sister, Angie 'accidentally' splashed water down her front. Excuse established, Angie stripped in nothing flat. Both sisters were laughing.

The bath was finished and the kids were dressed and put directly to bed. The girls adopted an outwardly calm demeanor to help the kids to fall asleep quickly. It had been a long, hard day for the kids. It was plain that they would quickly be asleep in spite of the changed surroundings.

Somehow, the effort to maintain their outward calm had acted like a pressure cooker inside both sisters. All that wine had only added fuel to their fires. They could smell the other's arousal and feel the wetness between their own legs. Kneeling side by side in front of the bed while the children fell asleep, they began to touch each other. The touches were innocent at first but their hands soon zeroed in on erogenous zones on the other.

The kids asleep, the sisters rose and left the room. Amy had her head turned to see the door gently closed when Angie attacked, forcing her sister against the wall, hands and mouth everywhere at once. Amy loosed her own hands and mouth, and battle was joined.

A wonderful night was shared in their bed. Orgasms beyond count were had by both. They even managed to sleep for a few hours before the alarm went off, announcing another Monday morning.

"Mom and Dad are coming for dinner," Kathy told him. He smiled. He liked her folks. They chatted quietly while he helped her prepare Sunday dinner. He enjoyed working side by side with her. He *liked* Kathy. She was his best friend.

She had sent him to Sandy's room last night. Sandy and he had ever-so-cautiously opened the door of opportunity for the painfully shy Hannah, never pressuring, never heightening her doubts and fears. Hannah had finally been able to follow Sandy's instructions and part company with her maidenhead. Hannah's wonder and delight were painted all over her face. Soon, she had a full head of steam up, pounding up onto his pelvis with surprising speed and power for such a waif. Her orgasm was so powerful that she passed out. Bob and Sandy maneuvered her onto the bed. Hannah awoke a picture of serenity. She smiled softly at both Bob and Sandy. When she had regained command of her voice, she whispered "thank you" over and over to both of them. The three cuddled and cooed for a long time.

When Bob rejoined Kathy in their bed, she didn't want a blow-by-blow. Success was all she needed to hear. She thanked him for helping the young girl. She pulled him onto her and they made gentle love to each other.

Bob set the table for dinner, making sure there were five wineglasses. Kathy hummed as she continued dinner preparations. Kathy's folks announced themselves at the back door. Kathy and Bob greeted them warmly, with hugs all around. The kids were called to dinner. Sandy supervised the wash-up of her younger siblings. Bob poured wine while Kathy and her mother brought food to the table.

Soon everyone's plate was full and they began to eat. The conversation naturally turned to the biggest, most important event in town history. Bob, Kathy and Sandy weren't ready yet to disclose their exact plans. Kathy was extremely upbeat about the whole thing. Her mother recalled that that had not been the case until recently, but she had the good grace not to pry.

Kathy's folks wouldn't be going, of course. Her mother was well beyond childbearing age. Her father wouldn't dream of leaving behind his lifelong partner. They were completely comfortable with their decision. They were openly delighted that their child and her family would be saved. Their goal was to accumulate in the next few months enough happy memories to last the rest of their lives.

Sandy brightly explained in great detail about the Program and what she was doing. She crowed about her ability to do a standing somersault. She even bragged on her boxing, claiming she could stand up to any of the rest of her team. The grandparents were doubtful about training young girls how to box, and teased Sandy about it. She acquitted herself very well, explaining that boxing itself wasn't the point -- aggression and self-control were the real goals.

Travis and Becky weren't much interested in the adult conversation but they reveled in the attention paid them by their grandparents. Grandpa was a terrible tease but the kids loved every bit of it.

When her folks had gone home, Kathy began to be concerned about Ellen. She shared her concern with Bob, who then related his brief visit to Ellen's office the day before. Kathy was pleased at his attentiveness to the fragile Ellen, and said so. With his encouragement, Kathy called Ellen.

"Hi, Ellen. It's Kathy. I wanted to see how you're doing?"

"Kathy," said Ellen, "I'm absolutely splendid. I'm sorry I wasn't able to visit you today. Remember the boys I told you about? They visited last night. I think they'll be a fine addition to our family. I also told you about my housemate, Julie. She had a real workout last night, and she's recuperating today.

"I think you will need to meet both Julie and the boys some time soon. It's one thing to hear about them, and their tastes, and another to experience them. I would first like to introduce you to Julie. Will you three join us for dinner later this week?"

Kathy said, "We'd like that very much. I understand you and Bob have a meeting on Tuesday evening. Any other night would work for us. You choose."

"Wednesday, then," said Ellen. "Will that be alright?"

"Wednesday will be fine," answered Kathy. "We'll see you then, if not before. Before would be better, but I know you're busy."

"I'll do my best to make it before Wednesday. Thank you so much for all you've done for me," said Ellen.

"Ellen," chided Kathy, "I know you think that's a lot, and for you, it is. For me, nothing I can ever do for you will begin to repay you for saving me and my family."

"Well, we've helped each other a lot," chuckled Ellen. "We'll be doing that for each other for the rest of our lives. Good night, Kathy."

Amy fairly bounded into the office on Monday morning. "My sister's here!" she chirped to Megan and Jean. "She arrived yesterday with her two kids."

"And she wants to be extracted?" asked Megan. "That's so cool!"

"Yes," beamed Amy. "Her name is Angela, well, Angie Nash. Her son, Ethan, is four and Ella is almost two."

Megan looked significantly at Jean, who replied with the slightest nod and smile. "We want to meet them!" Megan said brightly. "Can all of you come for supper tonight?"

Amy hesitated only for a moment before agreeing. She liked Jean, and she really liked Megan. She didn't know Jean's husband Mike very well, but this might be a good chance to get to know him a little better.

"Well, Megan," quipped Jean, "since you've just invited company for dinner, you'd better head home a bit early to get started with the cooking. Amy, do you have any special requests for tonight's menu?"

"No," Amy answered, "whatever you like will be fine. I think Angie's going to visit here at the school sometime today, if only to get out of the house for a while."

"Good," said Jean. "Be sure to introduce her when she gets here."

"Oh," said Amy, "I think Angie wants to get involved in the adult portion of the Program. I don't think she'll raise her score enough -- she's a 4.7 -- but she wants the exercise and she wants to meet people. She won't be able to start tonight though, since we're having dinner with you. I get to practice my childcare every night while she's at the school."

"You don't think you'll need childcare skills any time soon, do you?" chortled Megan.

"I suppose I will," lamented Amy. "I'm not gonna be a volunteer, I know that."

"Have you thought about whose family you'd like to join?" asked Jean.

"No, not really," said Amy. "Sure, I've tried to imagine myself in a harem, but I really haven't sat down to think whether I'd like this person or that person."

"Would you like to be in the same family as your sister?" asked Megan.

"Oh, that would be wonderful!" breathed Amy. "We get along so well, in every way. You'll like Angie, that is, if you like me you'll like Angie." She blushed.

"Amy, I like you a lot," smiled Jean. "Megan likes you a whole lot. Megan isn't so much younger than you that you couldn't become fast friends. If your Angie is anything like you, the three of you will be thick as thieves. Amy," Jean paused for emphasis, "Megan is going with Mike and me. We need five more. Think about it, and we'll talk this evening."

Poor naive Amy blanched. Megan smiled broadly. "Come on, Amy. I'm no brat. We'd be together, you and Angie and me."

Amy blushed at the thought of Megan sharing her bed, a thought she'd had in the past. She looked Jean in the eyes and nodded. "I think that would be about the best outcome I could ever hope for. Angie and me, with the three of you. Thank you."

Jean pulled Amy into a hug. Megan joined in. The hug lasted a long while.

Bob popped into the office to see Jean. After greetings, and when a cup of coffee was dispensed, Bob began. "John would like to have another meeting tomorrow night. Can you make it?"

"Sure," replied Jean.

"Jim and I spoke to John before we did a little tour on Saturday. John wants us to consider a thought he's had before the meeting, so we'll be prepared to discuss it. John is thinking that the town charter should be cancelled, all its bills paid, and the surplus distributed to the town folk who aren't extracted."

Jean was nonplussed. She sat in silence for a time, considering. "I'm sure we'll have a merry time over that one. I must admit, my first reaction is favorable. Any remaining town employees could get a lump sum in lieu of their pension, plus a share of the rest. Although, come to think of it, there aren't that many town or school employees who aren't women of childbearing age."

"That was my thought," said Bob. "John told me his thought on Saturday. I've been thinking about it a fair amount since then. We already know there won't be enough people left to have a town anyway. I think we either leave the town assets and let the State take it, or we give it to town folk."

"Let me think about it, please," said Jean. "On another subject, the adults begin the Program tonight. I'm having company for dinner -- Amy and her newly-arrived sister. Someone from the school has to be here to lock up at the end of the night. Dave's got a group of students together to act as proctors. Dave volunteered to supervise tonight. I think one of the daytime proctors should also be here in the evening. It isn't fair to have to work all day and all evening, too. Do you think we ought to recruit more daytime proctors, so some of the original proctors could have a day off now and again?"

"That might be a good idea, at that," allowed Bob. "Do you have any candidates in mind?"

"Megan, for one," answered Jean. "The special projects I had for her are completed. She needs something to do, and the exercise won't hurt her a bit. Amy may be able to go back to proctoring again soon. I don't know what she has left to do in here. No one else comes immediately to mind, but I'll keep an eye out."

"I'll put my mind to it as well," said Bob. "You know the Program as well as any of us. There is already a proctor at every station. When you're ready for her to start, let Megan circulate through all of the stations. She'll be an old pro before you know it."

Less than an hour later, Megan went outdoors and met Kevin and Shannon. She decided to run first, not having done any running since she came back from college. She decided not to push herself too hard on the first run, and stopped after four laps, or one and a third kilometers.

Because their natural inclinations were opposite, Kevin was supervising the jump rope while Shannon watched over the balance beam activity. Megan was an old hand at jump rope, but hadn't done any in years. She was pleased to see that the entire team, boys included, were doing very well at Double Dutch jump rope. She watched as the entire team cycled through, always two jumped in. After about a dozen jumps, one would jump out and another would jump in on the next swing. Another dozen jumps later, the other would jump out and yet another would jump in. Each student was in for two dozen jumps.

They felt so good about their skill that many of the kids were also playing pat-a-cake together while they jumped. Others slapped their feet with their hands or did other maneuvers.

As the last kid on the team jumped in, the entire team heckled Megan until she agreed to jump in on the next change. She made it in, jumped a dozen times with her partner, jumped a dozen more after her partner jumped out, and successfully jumped out. She was surprised at the amount of adrenaline coursing through her body. Jumping again was fun.

Shannon showed her the balance beam. There wasn't much to it, really. It sure looked simple, anyway. Shannon pulled or pushed Megan off the board a dozen times before Megan began to get any skill at all. 'Any skill' meant it took more than two seconds for Shannon to dismount Megan. A lot of practice would be needed.

Megan next found her way to the boxing room. Bob had her suit up while he did the same. When they were finished, Bob stood next to Megan and pointed out the details she needed to note. Bob and Megan squared off to do a bit of sparring. Bob insisted that they go both slowly and gently. Bob carried on a running commentary as they sparred, reminding her to keep her hands up, to keep moving, and so on. Much of the commentary was about the mental part -- keeping her anger under control, while expressing her aggression.

After about five minutes, Bob halted the sparring and introduced her to the heavy bag. He spent half a minute showing her how to use it, then encouraged her to give it a try. Megan saw that this was another area that would require a lot of training for her.

Bob encouraged her to leave her gear on while she visited the next room. There, she found Matt working with his judo students while Heather supervised the team working on the pugil sticks. That team didn't need instruction from Heather. They simply needed experience and practice. Heather handed Megan a pugil stick and took one for herself. Heather wore no protective gear. After Heather had explained the basic principles, she and Megan began to 'spar' with very slow, deliberate moves. Even at such a slow speed, Megan realized that Heather could have knocked her on her tush a number of times. More work.

Matt greeted her next. The team at his station was still working on the proper and safe way to fall. They plainly were becoming quite smooth, and Matt said he'd start on some more advanced work in the coming days. Megan begged off an opportunity on the mats. She removed her gear, put it away, and waved goodbye.

The next room was proctored by Jeff and Liz. Jeff had been recalled because many of the students had achieved the ability to do a handstand away from the wall. They needed Jeff's strength to assist them and they needed him to impart his knowledge and skill.

Some of the others were working on backward somersaults. They were still wobbly and there were a few pretty bad landings, but the students were enthusiastic. A couple of them executed nearly flawless forward somersaults for Megan's benefit.

Liz started Megan in the standard manner. The little trampoline was produced and Liz showed her how to jump on and off, landing just so. Turn around, jump back. Over and over. When Liz was satisfied, she had Megan stop and step away, instructing her to watch carefully. Liz used the tramp to do a forward somersault, landing perfectly. Liz told her again what to watch for, then repeated the somersault. Finally, Liz had Megan try, Liz holding her abdomen and guiding her up and over. Megan was thrilled at her achievement.

Liz had Megan do it over and over. Soon Liz merely had her hands on Megan as insurance against a bad jump. Then Liz stepped away and let Megan do it herself, unaided. The exercise is strenuous, and Megan began to feel her strength flagging. Liz extracted a promise from Megan not to try it again until Liz had imparted more instruction.

Megan wasn't too enthused about learning to do handstands. She did watch and enjoy the fun being had by the students. After a while, Megan waved goodbye.

Megan didn't feel obliged to visit the two academic rooms. She knew she was no math or science teacher. That left the pool. As everyone else before her had done, she steeled her nerve and headed for the locker room. Finding an empty locker, she undressed, took a quick shower and headed down to the pool.

Mary was proctoring. She seemed entirely at ease being nude. Megan realized she too would feel better about it when the initial shock wore off. Mary explained the two tasks for the students in the pool. The two teams in the pool had apparently satisfied themselves with their tag and were doing laps to improve their strength and speed. Mary said the teams needed little or no guidance and that the proctors had been relegated to lifeguard duty.

With only a little encouragement from Mary, Megan began to swim laps of her own. When she returned to her starting point and turned to go again, Mary dove in and joined her. Again, Megan decided not to push herself too hard at first, and called a halt to her laps.

"Hi, Mom," Sarah chirped as she set her tray on the lunch table and sat down.

"Hello, Sarah," replied Gabby with a grin. "I'm not sure you should address your slave as 'Mom' anymore," she cackled.

"Oh, you're ready to be my slave?" giggled Sarah, as she shook her head, warning off an approaching student. Sarah wanted some alone time with her mother.

Gabby sighed. "More like shucking off one yoke in favor of another. I have no doubt your household will be brighter than your father's."

"I know Dad doesn't make it easy for you," said Sarah softly. "I know our household will be as nearly what you've always wanted as I can manage.

"You know I love you, as Mom. But I really don't know you, as Gabby. We've never had the chance to become friends with each other. We've never shared girl things, or hopes or fears. I don't know what you like or dislike, independent of Dad."

"Your dad and I have had a good life together," said Gabby, looking at her plate. "He's very opinionated, and he doesn't like his opinions questioned. He insists that things be done his way. But he loves us, in his way. He's been a good provider."

"You know I qualify for four concubines, plus you, right?" Gabby nodded. "I've been thinking about what I would consider ideal, given six people living together, knee deep in babies. I'd really like to hear your true thoughts about it, without what you say being influenced because Dad can hear. For instance, I don't think I want to be the youngest in our family, since I'm the volunteer. I don't think I want a gaggle of young bimbos, either."

"I haven't really let myself think about it much," Gabby mused. "I'd like to have someone near my own age as a friend."

"Do you have anyone in mind?" asked Sarah.

"I could ask, and see if there's any interest," allowed Gabby.

"They'll get to know you a *lot* better," giggled Sarah.

"Mom, what about a father, a dad for all the children?" Sarah asked. "Can you think of someone who is mostly a kindly grandpa type, but can discipline children?"

"I never thought about it, Sarah," Gabby gasped. "Let me put my mind to it."

"It'd help if he's a randy old fart," Sarah giggled. "He'll have five horny women in his bed." Gabby could only blush.

"Welcome," boomed Dave to the assembled adults in the bleachers. As he began to speak, the adults quieted and paid attention. Dave wished it were so with students. His opening spiel was being videotaped. He knew other adults would join later. What he had to say was important, and he didn't want to have to be here to deliver it many times over.

"I hope you have signed up, and shown up, because you feel you can improve your CAP score. Not even the Confederacy knows how to improve CAP scores, but the Confederacy is supportive of this Program. You've probably heard a lot of details from students or others. We're going to do it just a little differently with you adults.

"This entire Program is designed to indirectly, I say again, indirectly teach the things we *believe* will help improve CAP scores. One of the sections is boxing. You don't need to know how to box a Dickhead. You need to learn to display aggression, control anger and frustration, and have the courage to step in knowing you're gonna get a beating.

"We don't teach you sewing so you can clothe yourselves. We teach the men how to pay attention to detail, willingness to follow instruction, humility, and the like. We teach the women leadership, and we test their ability to teach without doing the job for him.

"The students were supposed to be in school all day every day anyway. They're in the Program now instead -- those that haven't already washed out, that is. Because of that, we formed them into teams consisting of three boys and three girls, with at least one team member from each of the grades eight through twelve. A big part of their success lies in the success of their entire team.

"You adults are here because you want to be here. We know adults have other responsibilities, and you won't always be here night after night. You adults are already entering the Program with handicaps. You have finished growing, physically and, especially, mentally. It will not be as easy for you to learn. Half of the Program for the students is academic -- math and science. We're not even going to offer those to you adults. That's not to say that you can't make arrangements separately if you wish. The students do physical training for four hours a day, broken into two-hour segments. They do two hours of physical training, two hours of academics, two hours physical, and two hours academic.

"We don't think it is the right plan to put you on teams that will last night after night. If our thinking proves wrong, we'll establish permanent teams. For now, we plan to pretty much team up the first six in the door each night, then team up the next six, and so on.

"We don't think it's realistic to expect adults to physically train more than two, possibly three hours at a time. Each team will have a proctor, and there will always be a representative of the school on site. For now, you can get started as early as 6:00, and the doors get locked up at 9:00. You are already behind the daytime students, and you will fall further and further behind, because of the time allowance. You, as adults, should pour every bit of your ability into your work here. You are responsible not to hurt yourselves, however. Stretch properly before you begin, and don't push yourselves too far too fast.

"You've all heard about swimming naked. Part of the nudity is to teach obedience. If you wish to participate, you will obey our rules. One of the rules is that your whole team will locker in the same area. You will be issued locks for your lockers tonight. After tonight, leave any valuables, except your CAP card, at home. Your clothing will be stored in unlocked lockers. Forced nudity is also a weapon, of sorts. If your team is found to be playing rather than working, your whole team may be ordered to strip and do calisthenics. The longer it takes your team to strip, the more reps.

"I hear the titters over you lockering and swimming together. You are adults. If your personal conduct is anything less than sterling, you will be dismissed from the Program and you will not be welcomed back.

"End the tape, please," he said to the student technician. Turning back to the participants, he said, "These are your proctors. For tonight, we will divide you into teams and a proctor will escort you to each station in the Program. Yes, you'll be swimming tonight. You'll also run, or walk if you must, at least one kilometer, which is three times around the outermost perimeter of the football field.

"Now we'll get you sorted into teams and let you get started."

Mike answered the door. "Welcome, Amy, and you must be Angie. Come in! Come in!" Mike escorted them to the kitchen, where Jean and Megan were preparing dinner.

"Hello!" they all seemed to say at the same time. Hugs and greetings were shared all around. Well, Mike didn't get any hugs, but he was happy to see the others have them. Jean and Megan fussed over the children. He busied himself serving wine for the four women. He served himself a cocktail.

"It's already after 6:30," said Jean. "I bet the children are starving. Let's get dinner on the table and we can chat. What time do the children go to bed?"

Angie answered, "They usually go down at about 8:00. We can put them down here if we aren't finished visiting, if that's all right?"

"We already have bedding prepared," said Megan. "We were hoping you'd say that. Would you like to wash up and we'll eat?"

Mike led them to the bathroom. He even handed Angie a washcloth to make it easier to clean the children's hands. Soon they were back in the kitchen. Carrying food, or herding children, they all moved to the dining room and sat down. Angie was impressed with the thoughtfulness shown for the children: a booster chair for Ethan and a highchair for Ella; spill-proof cups for both, and bibs offered for both. Ethan would have no part of a bib on himself -- he was a big boy.

Dinner was served and there was animated discussion. Amy explained how she'd successfully lured Angie to her home in order to be extracted. Angie got to brag about her children. They shared histories with each other. Megan learned the most, she thought. She didn't know anything about Amy's background. She even learned a thing or two about her folks.

The topic of discussion finally came around to the coming extraction itself. By agreement reached between them through nods and facial expressions, Mike, Jean and Megan had all silently agreed that Amy and Angie should be invited to join their family. It was Jean who shared that both she and Mike were going to be volunteers, that Megan would be going with them, and that they were working to establish a stable and loving family for themselves and all those they selected.

"We have appreciated you Amy for a long time," said Jean. "Angie, you are delightful. We three would like to invite you to join our family."

Even though both women knew that such an invitation was possible, they were both taken aback. The sisters looked at each other, then anywhere else, then at each other again, and around the table. Both were at a complete loss for words.

"Why don't you take some time to gather your thoughts while we put the kids to bed?" asked Megan. "We could do a quick bath first, if you like?"

That sounded like a good idea. Megan excused herself and began to run a bath. Amy and Angie got the kids down from the table and brought them to the bathroom. Again, Angie was delighted to find an array of makeshift bath toys. There was even a bottle of baby shampoo on the side of the tub. While Amy and Angie stripped the kids and popped them into the tub, Megan pulled towels from the cupboard.

All three young women stayed in the bathroom, chatting a bit and enjoying the sight of the children playing in the tub. Angie got both kids' hair shampooed without a lot of fuss and was working on soaping up Ella. Ethan had latched onto a plastic food container as his favorite toy. He filled and emptied it repeatedly. He decided to share with his momma. The water went a lot farther than the container -- all over Angie's shirt.

"Nice nips, Angie," Megan giggled. Amy laughed lightly. Angie was embarrassed. "Angie," Megan said softly, "maybe this is Someone's way of helping you make a decision about joining our family. Megan deliberately pulled her own shirt over her head, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. Megan stood, arms at her sides, looking from Angie to Amy and back again.

Time seemed to slow down. It seemed like a lot of time passed, the three stood frozen. Amy was the first to move. She pulled her shirt off, let it fall to the floor and stood still, braless, watching her sister. When Angie still didn't move, Amy said, "Angie, we'll be together *forever*. Take your shirt off."

She did. Amy fell to her knees, into the outstretched arms of her sister. Angie threw her other arm out, inviting Megan into their hug. Megan quickly joined them and they shared a group hug.

"This feels so right to me, Angie," breathed Amy. Tears of happiness flowed freely from all three sets of eyes. They pulled their faces back to peer into each other's faces. Slowly, Megan approached Amy for a kiss. Amy closed the gap and they shared a tender kiss. Megan did the same for Angie, with the same result. Finally, Amy and Angie kissed, more passionately than the kisses they had shared with Megan. Megan didn't fail to notice, and smiled broadly.

A splash brought their attention back to the children. Suddenly giggly and chirpy, the three worked together to finish the bath, extract the children and get them dried. Megan led the way to what had been her bedroom, then raced to fetch the diaper bag. Soon the children were in their pajamas and under blankets. Megan and Amy stepped back toward the door while Angie went though the going-to-sleep ritual. Megan put her arm around Amy's waist and pulled her close. Amy responded with her own arm.

Three beautiful young women, naked from the waist up, sauntered into the living room and found seats. "Guess what they decided?" giggled Megan.

Mike and Jean sat in silence for a moment, grinning. Then, by way of answer, Jean pulled her own top over head, tossed it over her shoulder, and leaned back in her seat. "You always wanted a sister, Megan," she smiled. "Welcome home, Amy and Angie."

"Now I have two sisters," Megan answered, grinning at both Amy and Angie. They smiled at her in return.

"We're very glad," said Mike. "If you change your minds, let us know and we'll understand."

"Please don't!" laughed Jean.

"I, for one," smiled Amy, "am very comfortable with my decision. Thank you so very much for inviting Angie and me to join your loving family." Amy finally was able to sit back in her seat. She collected her wineglass and had a sip.

Angie was a bit more stunned than her sister, but the excitement was wearing off. She beamed at the whole room, took a healthy sip of her wine, sat back, and cackled. "Home!" she trilled. "Amy, we're home!"

Angie gave Amy a significant look, grinning wickedly. "In for a penny" she chanted.

"in for a pound," answered Amy. No sooner had Amy answered than Angie sprang to her feet and started frantically removing the rest of her clothes. After hesitating only a bit, Amy jumped up and followed. Megan was next and then, more sedately, Jean.

The energetic Angie finished first, shoved her pants to the side with her foot and plopped back into her seat. She lifted her wineglass in a toast, but waited for Mike and the other three women to do the same. "Family!" was all Angie said. All the rest repeated and they drank, smiling.

Still feeling wicked, Angie looked at her sister for a moment, as if steeling her nerve. "Amy wants to know when she gets her test drive!"

Amy hadn't swallowed all her wine. It came explosively out of her mouth. Fortunately, most of it landed back into her glass. "Angie!" Amy squawked. The others were all laughing heartily.

"You told me you hadn't gotten laid in months!" Angie squealed.

"I'm still sore from last night," Amy laughed. "You and that strap-on."

They laughed until it almost hurt. They finally pulled themselves together. "Dad's glad he's wearing denim. His dick woulda ripped right through khaki!" Megan quipped. More laughter.

"You'd better strip, Dad, or I'll tell my sisters about my secret weapon!" cackled Megan. "If all four of us did it at once, you might have a heart attack!"

Panic was all over Mike's face. He leaped up and tried to outdo Angie, tearing his clothes off as fast as possible. Of course, when the underwear went down, his erection sprang free and bounced off his abdomen. The women were laughing. Even Mike began to laugh as he sat back down. He took a well-deserved slug of his cocktail.

"I'll tell you the truth," said Jean. "We didn't exactly know how the evening would play out. You three coming back from the children's bath topless wasn't one of the things we thought about."

Megan giggled, but it was Amy who said, "Ethan threw water on Angie's chest."

"You should see her nips through a wet tee shirt, Dad!" laughed Megan.

"Anyway," Amy continued, "Megan said that might be Somebody's way to help us make our decision. Megan ripped her top off and just stood there, daring us to do the same."

"We were paralyzed," giggled Angie. "Amy finally shook herself free and pulled her top off. She had to taunt me into following. We shared hugs and kisses after that."

"I'm glad it turned out this way," Jean smiled, "no matter how you got there. Angie, Amy, the night is yours. We will do as much or as little as you feel comfortable with. Megan, would you please refresh our drinks, so we can do a little planning. Tonight is one thing, but the rest of our lives is another."

Megan collected glasses and walked into the kitchen, swaying her ass the whole way. The rest laughed.

Jean turned toward Amy and Angie. "Mike and I each get two concubines plus an extra 'motherly' concubine. Angie, you're one of the two mothers we need. Megan and Amy make three. There will be a total of eight adults under one roof, so to speak. Mike will be deployed a lot of the time and, anyway it doesn't seem right to have seven women and one man.

"We thought we'd invite to join our family one of the students who tried very hard to raise his CAP score enough to volunteer, but failed. I don't know who that boy will be. Amy, I'd like you to help us assemble a short list of candidates. If we do the candidate list properly, many of the candidates *will* be able to volunteer, and we can select from the rest.

"Remember, the total is eight. That's the five of us plus a boy. We need another mother. Megan has been working on that, looking for young women that will fit with you three. As for the last slot, I think we should take the most vulnerable young girl we can find. The rest of us can protect her and help her to grow.

"That would make our family be two young mothers, two young mothers-to-be, a couple of old farts, a young man, and a very young girl. Do you have any thoughts about that?"

They sat in silence for a few moments, considering. Amy said, "That sounds like a well-considered plan. I wouldn't change it a bit. The very young and vulnerable girls will probably come from my eighth graders. My last year's crop, now ninth graders, have matured nicely and aren't really very vulnerable. A couple of girls come to mind.

"As for the boys, I'll start asking discreet questions of the proctors. I'll find out which boys are really trying hard."

Mike changed the subject. "I would like us to be open and honest in every part of our lives. Before I ask about the strap-on we heard about, I want to tell you that we're victims. That wretched Megan seduced us both, kicking and screaming," and he winked at Megan, "the night after she arrived from college. She's forced both of us have sex with her almost every night since."

The women laughed. Megan's crimson blush didn't diminish her hearty laughter.

It was Amy's turn to blush. "Angie and I were lovers off and on until she graduated from high school. I really took your small-town-mentality to heart, Jean. I haven't been with a man since last summer so I didn't try very hard to fight off Angie last night."

"Well, you're family now," said Megan. "I don't see any reason we should stay apart. This is a special night, the night you join our family. If you're willing, I think we should all sleep together tonight. We'll help you move your stuff as you need it. You can use your house as storage, or get rid of anything you no longer need. Mom and Dad, how does that sound?"

"We can't all five of us fit in our bed, Pumpkin," sighed Mike.

"But I think you're right," added Jean. "For tonight only, we can make a big bed here on the floor. We'll all sleep together. Some of us might even get an injection. After tonight, Mike, you only get two women in your bed every night. We'll rotate or something. The other two can entertain each other in Megan's bed. We'll put the children in Brandon's room. OK?"

Rather than answer, Amy stood and held her arms wide, gesturing everyone into a giant group hug. "Thank you so much," she whispered.

Megan told Angie, sotto voce, that Angie needed to bring the strap-on over here tomorrow. They all laughed, finished their hug, and set about clearing enough space. Megan and Jean collected bedding and pillows. Soon the bed was made and the house was closed up for the night.

Mike was in the middle with Angie and Amy on each side, Jean and Megan outside of that. Before long, Angie and Amy were working on Mike while Jean and Megan worked on the women from behind and from below. Amy got the honor first. She swung his leg over, aligned his cock with her entrance and yanked on his hips. He plunged completely into her in one thrust. Angie was cajoled into sitting on Jean's face. Both women went off like firecrackers. Jean helped them switch places while Megan worked to keep Mike hard despite his recent orgasm. She was successful, and Angie replaced her sister. Amy wasn't too sure about dumping Mike's spend back into Jean's mouth but both Mike and Megan insisted and Jean didn't resist. After the next round of fireworks, the five settled in for a night's sleep. The three in the middle were jostled from both sides all night, but they made it.