Chapter 2

1 Section 8 -- George & Family in their living unit

George Carter stepped off the transporter pad into an empty living unit. His three-year-old son came next, followed by his very pregnant wife, Jenna, her mother and sister, and finally his sister and her twin four-year-old girls.

The AI introduced itself and supplied more or less the same opening explanation received by Sarah Lang and her family. The children were happy to watch a movie but it was not certain that the boy had enough attention span to be able to watch. The girls insisted that they could keep him focused on the movie or otherwise entertained. Snacks and beverages were supplied, the movie began and the adults adjourned to the living room.

The same orientation was delivered. Predictably, Jenna's mother bemoaned her advanced age and insisted she could not start a new family. The AI went on with displaying holograms of the four adult women. Alterations were made until the women were delighted with the results. When it came to the point at which the AI would have undressed the holograms, it stopped.

"Thus far," said the AI, "the standard orientation has been delivered to you. George Carter is a sponsor with a CAP score of 6.8. He is allotted two concubines. Before the deadline tomorrow afternoon, you must decide whether to irrevocably commit yourselves to become concubines or, in the alternative, to be returned to Earth. If you choose to become concubines, and even if you are immediately bound to a sponsor, you will be nude for the foreseeable future.

"At this point in the orientation, standard procedure is to unclothe the holograms and have you make any further alterations that you desire. In an all-female audience, the holograms would be unclothed as a matter of course. The holograms are not you, but they are a perfect representation of your appearance, as altered. We are mindful of your modesty at this early juncture. Your modesty will be a hindrance when you commit yourselves to concubinage. It is recommended that you allow the standard presentation to proceed. The unclothed holograms will in a small way help to acclimate you to nudity. You should spend time now discussing this matter. You should also begin to come to grips with the fact that at least two of you cannot be sponsored by George Carter."

All five of the adults were completely abashed. They sat in silence, looking from one to the other. Soon, Jenna's eyes filled with tears but none yet ran down her cheeks. "Are you planning to keep me?" she asked George.

"I love you, Jenna, and I want to always be with you," he said as he knelt in front of her. "Do you want to be with me?"

Jenna nodded vigorously and smiled through her tears. "An affirmative verbal response is required," intoned the AI.

"Yes," said Jenna firmly.

"Recorded," said the AI. "Concubine Jenna is bound to George Carter."

"I guess I can't change my mind," chuckled Jenna.

"You may not," replied the AI. The hologram representing Jenna was instantly unclothed. All five adults were startled.

"You are a beautiful woman, Jenna," George said reverently.

"Oh, George, I feel fat and ugly," whined Jenna. "I'm ashamed to even have that hologram nude. The unaltered me looks a lot worse than even that poor thing."

"Not true, Jenna," cried George. "In my eyes, you are a goddess, filled with the promise of new life. I don't know about other men, but I absolutely LOVE to see your pregnant form. If you wanted a dozen children, I'd be the happiest man alive."

All of the women cooed at that.

"Jenna, that hologram looks radiant," said her mother. "I loved being pregnant. If I'm going to be twenty-two years old again, I can hardly wait to be big pregnant again, too. That hologram is NOT what I look like now. If I can have something like that, and if I can have lots of babies, then sign me up. AI, undress my hologram." The clothes disappeared. "Slim the tummy, please. Lift and firm the breasts. Make the areolae smaller. The nipples are prominent enough." All of these changes were immediately shown.

"Linda, that woman is a fox," laughed George's sister.

"Thank you, Andie," smiled Linda. "AI, would you over a ten second period make the Linda hologram nine months pregnant?"

As they watched, the AI complied with the request. When it was finished, applause and cheering broke out. When that ended, Jenna's sister turned to him. "Well, George, you seem to be in a bind. You have one other position to fill, and three immediate candidates." With a wave of her arm, she said, "There'll be thousands to choose from before the transport ship arrives. What's a fella to do?"

George slumped in his seat. "I have no idea. I would take any one of you. I love you all and I know Jenna loves you. There is too much risk in taking someone we don't know. If I choose one of you, then the other two will be hurt. I don't want to hurt any of you. How about you three figure it out and tell me the answer?"

"Maybe Jenna should tell us who she has the hots for," smirked her sister.

"Valerie!" cried Jenna. Everyone but Jenna laughed. Jenna tried to remain mad, but a big grin soon overwhelmed her scowl.

"There has to be a rational solution here," Linda said. "AI, do you have any guidance for us?"

"Not at this time," it replied. "Incest is not an issue in the Confederacy. Any genetic defects resulting from inbreeding, rare to begin with, are routinely corrected by medical technology. In any case, that would only relate to Andrea Jenkins. Linda Norris and Valerie Norris are genetically unrelated to George Carter."

"Could you dispense with the last names, please?" asked George. "And would you use Andie's nickname?"

"Acknowledged," intoned the AI, sounding somewhat offended. "In ancient human history, it was common for a man to take sisters to wife. It was also common to take his wife's widowed mother to wife. Accordingly, you are all equally qualified to be the concubine of George. A test drive may be indicated as the solution to the problem of choice."

Jenna said, "George, you might want to select for sex drive. I think my sex drive has gone negative."

"Your libido was enhanced at the time of medical screening," the AI interjected. "You will increasingly feel the effects over the next few days."

"What?" squeaked Jenna.

"If you choose to be a concubine, it is essential that you accept a sponsor. For most sponsors and for most concubines, that will include a test drive. Your libido has been enhanced and your inhibitions have been relaxed. Sex has salutary effects upon the mind and body of both men and women."

"Maybe the solution lies in who is the most averse to finding someone else to be her sponsor," said Valerie. That thought set them all aback.

"You two haven't even said whether you want to be concubines," said George, "or go back to Earth. The way forward means life, the way back means death. I hope you'll all go, no matter where you wind up. I'm anxious to see all of you knee deep in babies, even if they aren't mine."

"You're sweet," cooed Andie.

"Mom already chose," said Valerie. "Jenna already chose. I'm not going back to be Swarm food. I'm willing to stay with you, George and Jenna. Jenna, if you don't want your sister sharing your husband, then I'll go find another sponsor."

"The institution of marriage does not exist in the Confederacy," interrupted the AI. "As mentioned, concubines are property." The Valerie hologram was suddenly without clothes.

"All those beautiful nude Norris girls," sighed Andie as she gazed at the holograms, "and then there's me. Better strip me naked, too." The clothes disappeared from the Andie hologram.

"You should sit up, honey," chuckled Jenna. "Slouching like that emphasizes your boner." The room erupted in gales of laughter. Even George began to chuckle as he sat upright.

"Valerie," said Linda, "maybe you and I should go look elsewhere. We could try to be in the same family, if you wouldn't mind sharing a man with your ol' mom."

"You're about to be twenty-two again, Mom," laughed Valerie. "I'll bet you know a lot more about sex than any of the rest of us. I'd share with you. That way, Andie won't be without any family. Andie, how do you feel about bedding your brother?"

Andie blushed crimson, looking down into her lap. She was silent for a long time. Somehow the others sensed the need to await her response. Finally, she raised her head and looked at Jenna. "I've had a secret desire for my brother almost since puberty," she whispered. "I would never do anything to hurt you, Jenna. If you don't want me, I'll understand."

Jenna drew Andie into a hug. "You're a keeper, Andie. You can have your honeymoon for the time until after I drop Bozo here and recover. Then, you'll have to share."

"You will crave sex long before your daughter is born," intoned the AI. "Your body will be healthy, toned and fit immediately after birth."

All four women had quizzical expressions. "How do you know it is a girl?" asked Linda.

"Confederacy medical technology manages your entire well-being," the AI replied. "During your time in the med tubes, every system in your bodies was examined. Andie, you no longer need the tampon you are wearing. None of you will observe the effects of your menstruation. The nanites will attend to and dispose of the waste products."

"What are nanites?" asked Jenna.

"Nanites are microscopic robots," the AI explained. "Nanites were introduced into the blood stream of each of you during the medical screening. Nanites perform a single function, since they must be so small. Nanites are programmed for a wide variety of functions. Great numbers of nanites have been introduced into each of your bodies."

"What would happen to someone who chose to return to Earth?" asked Linda.

"The nanites would be instructed to flush themselves out of the body upon return, unnoticed by the human."

"We have had a lot thrown at us in a short time," observed George. "I am now the proud owner of two slaves...."

"One concubine," the AI interjected. "You have not offered, and Andie has not accepted your sponsorship."

George looked around the room. "Does anybody object to Andie being with Jenna and me?"

"I don't know, Jenna," grinned Linda. "George got to see what we might look like. It doesn't take a lot of imagination to figure out what we look like now. If I let Andie have him, I might be missing out. Don't you think we oughta have a look at a George hologram?"

That made all the women laugh and cheer, while George looked around for a rock to hide under. When the women began to heckle him, he gave up. "Okay, AI, let's have a George hologram."

At age twenty-six, George was in pretty good shape. He was slender and just under six feet tall with close-cropped light brown hair. His glasses were not reproduced on the hologram standing before them. "I have no idea what changes I would want to make to my body. Not that I'm already perfect. I'm just used to the body I've got. I'm going into the Navy, so I shouldn't be two meters tall and weigh three hundred pounds."

"You look better without glasses," Andie observed.

"I'll bet you could add a modest amount of muscle mass all over your body," said Jenna. At his nod, the hologram George changed to reflect the added mass. "I like that better. Do you like it?"

"I think I could get used to that," allowed George. "I've always been slight. Not skinny, but not built for athletics. That looks pretty good."

"There are standard changes to the male reproductive system that are not visible," interjected the AI. "Male stamina is increased, and the refractory period is greatly reduced. These changes are routinely made for male sponsors. For male concubines, these changes are available at the request of his sponsor."

"What is the 'refractory period'?" asked Valerie.

Andie giggled. "It's the length of time between his orgasm and his next orgasm." That set all the women tittering.

"So, no more 'slam, bam, thank you ma'am'?" asked Valerie.

"I'm liking this concubine thing more and more," giggled Linda.

"Okay, George," said Jenna. "We have a motion before us and we need to call an end to debate. There're four nude holograms up there, and then there's yours. Show us the goods, honey, so we can call the question."

Aghast, George looked from one woman to the next, seeking reprieve. Finding none, he muttered, "Do it." Instantly, the George hologram stood nude before them. The women laughed, clapped and cheered. George had a decent package. As they watched, the George hologram got an erection. The screeching and cheering got much louder.

When the fun subsided, Jenna said, "Well, we've had our fun at George's expense. I call the question. Does anybody object to Andie being George's concubine?"

The smiling women shook their heads. George knelt in front of his sister. "Andie, will you be my concubine? Will you have my babies?"

Andie smiled radiantly but her eyes were full of unshed tears. "Yes, George. Yes, Jenna. I will be with you forever."

"Recorded," intoned the AI. "The concubine Andie is bound to George Carter."

George stood and pulled both Jenna and Andie into a group hug. When Linda and Valerie rose, he pulled them into the hug as well. The hug lasted a long while.

"George," said the AI, "sponsors who have completed the assemblage of their families are to be relocated to an area with other complete families in the same service. It is desirable that you and your concubines settle in and become a cohesive family. It is desirable that you begin to know your neighbors.

"Unsponsored concubines will be concentrated in the same areas as sponsors who have not yet assembled their complete family. As sponsors finish assembling their families and are re-located, sponsors and unsponsored concubines will be relocated to maintain the concentration.

"George, you and your concubines will be re-located tomorrow morning. Linda and Valerie, you will also be relocated tomorrow, after the fourteen forty-five deadline, and you will share a living unit with other unsponsored concubines." Linda and Valerie blanched at that.

"Perhaps this would be a good time for a break. The children are still watching the movie. You are encouraged to explore this living unit. The sleeping rooms remain incompletely formed until you specify your requirements. It is recommended that one room be for George and his concubines, one room for Linda and Valerie, and one room for the children. If this is acceptable, work will be commenced immediately. Anything done today will be reversed tomorrow after your relocations. If you prefer other arrangements or if you wish to be more specific, please say so."

"Can we ask for modifications later?" asked Valerie.

"Your sponsor may modify your new living unit," replied the AI. "Modifications require up to several hours, and humans must remain out of the rooms being modified."

"Go ahead with what you think would be best," said George.

"Acknowledged," said the AI. "George, you have filled your allotment of concubines. You will place your CAP card in the recycling unit in the kitchen. Jenna and Andie, you are bound concubines. You will place your CAP cards and all of your clothing in the recycling unit. You will each put on a red collar, now located in the replicator."

"I thought we had until tomorrow afternoon before we had to undress?" squeaked Andie.

"Your agreement to be the concubine of George Carter is irrevocable. Linda and Valerie are technically not concubines until they irrevocably declare themselves so or until the deadline arrives.

"Linda and Valerie, you have expressed your intention to become concubines. It is recommended that you also undress in this relatively safe environment. When you emerge from this living unit, you will have had some time to become accustomed to nudity. In the replicator you will find lanyards with clear plastic sleeves to hold your CAP cards. When you have irrevocably decided to become concubines, green collars will be supplied for you. In the replicator, you will also find wristbands. Please put those on the children. Sandals have been provided for all four women. Valerie and Linda, it is recommended that you fold your clothes and set them aside."

A shocked George stumbled into the kitchen. He fished his CAP card out of his pants and tossed it into the recycling unit. Jenna pulled his arm and he faced her, with Linda, Valerie and Andie right behind. "Go explore the rest of the unit, Honey," she said softly, blushing deeply. George allowed himself to be gently guided out of the kitchen and down the hall.

The four women stood looking at each other for a few moments. Andie finally was able to toss her CAP card into the recycling unit. Jenna followed suit. Turning her back to her mother, she said, "Unzip my jumper, will you please?" Linda dutifully obeyed. Jenna turned around, looked balefully at the other three, and reached up to slide the straps off her shoulders. The jumper fell until the shoulder straps landed on her arms at her elbows. She straightened her arms and the jumper fell to the floor in a heap.

Jenna's motions were enough to start Andie following suit. She stepped out of her loafers as she worked the fasteners to her pants. When the zipper went down, she let the pants fall to the floor.

Jenna and Andie were both unbuttoning their blouses. Linda looked at Valerie, shrugged, and began to undress. Finally, Valerie was able to overcome her shock and embarrassment and began to undress as well.

As each finished undressing, a kind of shock kept them all motionless, examining the others. As one, they stepped forward and joined in a hug. "If you can do it," Valerie whispered, "I can do it. George's cock is going to ache for the rest of the day."

That broke the ice. Laughing heartily, they broke their embrace and collected their clothes from the floor. With a shrug, Andie tossed hers into the recycling unit and stepped back. Jenna, the only one who was 'married' to George, was more reluctant to abandon her clothes to the recycling unit. Linda put her hand on Jenna's shoulder and gently pressed her forward. With a groan, Jenna dropped the clothes into the hopper.

"Help us get these put away and we're done," said Linda lightly as she stooped to collect her clothes. She dropped them onto the dining table. She immediately picked up the slacks and began to fold them. Soon, all four women were folding clothes, stacking them neatly. With shoes on top of the stacks, Linda and Valerie began to search for a good place to store the clothes. A previously unnoticed cabinet worked perfectly.

"Okay, George," called Linda, "let's get this over with."

George shuffled down the hall until he came in sight of the four women. Steeled for the images he was about to see, shock and pleasure still registered on his face. "You are beautiful, every one of you," he said reverently. Someone began clapping and soon they were all applauding and cheering. George stepped up and wrapped all four into a big hug. "We'll be fine. This is going to work, for all of us."

1 Section 9 -- Copernicus Station description

The dinner hour had arrived. On that first day, the great majority of the dependent pickups were occurring during the dinner hours of Eastern Daylight Time. As Copernicus Station kept time on Greenwich Mean Time, four hours later, few dependent extractions had been completed. Most extractees remained within the initial living unit, awaiting the dependent extractions. A few were with their newly extracted 'dependents' receiving additional orientation.

For those whose dependent extraction had occurred shortly after the initial pickup or whose dependent extraction remained hours away, the AI strongly encouraged to them to dine in the common areas. Many were willing to come and circulate, to explore their new surroundings and to observe their new neighbors.

Almost all of the extractees had originally been told off into gender-segregated groups of eight and jammed into living units. One by one, a few of the occupants had been transported out of the units in order to participate in the dependent extractions. The newly formed groups had been shuttled through the med bays and into yet new living units, all by way of transporter pads. No one had the least idea where in the Moon base they were now located.

The living unit blocks had been arranged such that there were five doors on each side of a boulevard-like hallway. At the end of the hallway, there was a broad crossing corridor, beyond which was another set of ten living units.

A bridge in the middle of the ten-unit block connected the two sides. The central portion of the 'boulevard' was apparently a void. Looking up, or looking down, you could see levels of living units beyond count. It gave the same impression as when standing between two mirrors and seeing an endless repetition. Looking up, people on the levels above could be seen looking down. It was the same looking down and seeing people looking back up.

It was entirely an illusion. The ceilings were in fact solid. The 'void' between the two hallways was in fact solid. So good were the images projected onto the ceiling and floor that there was no place in the area where the least distortion could be detected. It was the open space that was illusory. It gave the impression of much air circulation, of nearly endless levels of living space. The illusion was to help prevent claustrophobia.

The living area was in reality a 'neighborhood' of one hundred apartments, ten units on each side of the main corridor. The main corridor contained tables and chairs, replicators and play areas for children and adults. Down the corridor, one found two hallways of living units, then a wider row, also containing apartments but the center area was devoted to dining and common areas, and then two more hallways of living units. In the very center of the neighborhood was a transporter nexus. The entire neighborhood was a bit less than two hundred meters square.

Emerging from their living units, many took in the vista in complete awe. The few children scampered about, taking in as much as they could in the shortest possible time. The recent experiences, the high levels of emotion and tension emanating from the adults, and their own pent up energy caused many children to race about noisily. The adults did their best to reel in the wildest among them.

The AI had directed the extractees to their nearest dining areas. Small groups filtered in, found the replicators and were served dinner. Some groups made a point of sitting alone. Others sought company, if only close enough to chat between tables. At this first meal in public, the dining areas were mostly empty. Most who were present were still dressed as they had arrived. A very few were nude, wearing only sandals and red or green collars. The children all wore a wristband.

1 Section 10 -- End of first day

The 'dependent' pickups went like clockwork. Nearly all of them resulted in the collection of at least as many as the original extractee had expected. A small number were aborted on account of suspicious nearby activity or because the targets were late in arriving at the arranged location. Some extractees were stoic while others were inconsolable. A Fleet Auxiliary rating hustled each of them off to a private area so that a second attempt could be organized. Many of these later attempts were successful, to the relief and joy of the extractees.

Some dependents were taken into the care of the Civil Service while remaining on Earth, pending the final decision of the extractee parent involved. Those who were old enough to understand had the situation explained to them. Those too young to understand were treated as if the caregiver was a regular 'baby' or 'child' sitter. Most accepted the situation as if it were relatively normal.

The trips through the med bays also went smoothly. Few wondered how many bays there must have been to accommodate the crush of people. Even at the height of the influx of people, waiting times were surprisingly short.

By eleven thirty GMT, nearly all of the dependent pickups were done. The exhausted marines were dismissed to their quarters. The following day would be another long one.

Orientation sessions were abbreviated as the hour became late. In the evening, the AIs began modifications to the living unit bedrooms, first based upon the anticipated composition of the occupant group and later in a completely generic manner.

1 Section 11 -- Maria Rodriguez & family

"Welcome," spoke a pleasant female voice, "I am the AI, the artificial intelligence responsible for this living unit. It is the end of the day on Copernicus Station. Please sit down. You will be provided with a brief orientation and then you are advised to retire. Tomorrow will be an important day."

Everyone but Maria looked around for the source of the voice. "It's a computer," she told them. "You'll learn about it. Let's do as it says and sit down, please."

Maria sat down in the middle of a sofa, pulling her thirteen-year-old son Pete and her fifteen-year-old daughter Muriel down beside her, one on each side. Maria's friend, Connie Lopez, sat across on the other sofa with her six-year-old son Manny and her four-year-old daughter Tina. Juanita, Maria's oldest at seventeen, sat alone on the love seat. Together, the furniture formed a U-shape.

"As Maria Rodriguez knows," the AI continued, "Copernicus Station keeps time on Greenwich Mean Time, which is four hours ahead of Eastern Daylight Time. Your bodies feel like it is nineteen eighteen but here on Copernicus Station it is twenty-three eighteen -- nearly midnight. You will be awakened at seven o'clock local time tomorrow morning to begin your Day 2. Even if you were to fall asleep right now, you would be unable to get eight hours of sleep.

"Those of you who are above age thirteen may agree to become concubines. You must decide by fourteen forty-five -- or two forty-five -- tomorrow whether to be returned to Earth or to become a concubine. After the fourteen forty-five deadline, your decision is irrevocable. You will all be accepted for transport to a colony if you choose to remain. However, if you choose to become a concubine, you will be nude for the foreseeable future. You will devote considerable time to finding and accepting a sponsor.

"There is a large bed in the master bedroom on this level. There are presently three bedrooms on the upper level, each with two twin beds."

"Where are the stairs?" asked Pete.

A disk on the floor in a corner of the room glowed brightly. "There is a lift in the corner which will carry you between the two levels, Pedro Rodriguez," replied the AI.

"It's Pete!" he barked. "Can you stop using our last names?"

"Acknowledged, Pete. For the present, all of you have permission to interact with the AI and to use all of the elements of the living unit. These permissions may be withdrawn or restricted by your sponsor. Before you retire for the night, do you want any articles of clothing, food or beverages?"

"I'm hungry," smirked Pete. "What's there to eat?"

"The selection is virtually unlimited," answered the AI with a hint of mirth. "You may make individual selections, or request a quantity sufficient for all. A single selection is recommended on account of the time."

That instantly prompted a lively discussion that threatened to become heated. "Stop it!" Maria finally yelled. "AI, please serve a dozen fresh, warm chocolate chip cookies and seven glasses of cold milk."

"Your order will be available in the replicators in two minutes," said the AI. "Is there anything else you require?"

"Manny and Tia need pajamas," put in Connie.

"Me, too," added all three of Maria's kids.

"The only garment that a concubine candidate is allowed to wear is a shift," said the AI. Shifts are available for the women in the master bedroom closet. You are reminded that concubines must be nude -- at all times -- from the deadline tomorrow until your sponsor directs otherwise. Minors must be fully clothed in public places but may choose to undress in the living unit. Pete, what style of sleepwear do you want?"

Pete eyed his oldest sister menacingly. "Why don't you get naked now?"

"You wish," huffed Juanita. "You gonna show us your little pecker right now?"

Pete jumped to his feet and began working the fasteners on his pants. "Stop it!" Maria barked as she swatted Pete's butt. "Sit down!" Pete sat back down but glowered at his sister. "Pete, sleep in your underpants for tonight. Take one bedroom for yourself. Muriel and Juanita, you take one bedroom. Connie, let's put Manny and Tia in one bedroom upstairs. We can share the master bedroom."

"Will we be able to hear the children?" asked Connie.

"You will be alerted if either child cries out," said the AI. "You will be alerted when either child arises in the morning. The food and beverages are ready."

Pete shot into the kitchen. He found the appliances that looked like microwave ovens. The first one he opened contained seven glasses of milk. Leaving that door ajar, he snatched open the other and yanked out the plate of cookies.

"Pete!" Maria said sharply as she entered the room, "behave yourself. Put the cookies on the table. Sit down with your hands in your lap. Wait for the rest of us."

Maria handed milk glasses to her daughters as Connie seated her children. When they had all seated themselves, Maria looked at Pete and said, "Pete, take two cookies and pass the plate." He did it, sliding the plate to his left as he jammed half a cookie into his mouth. The plate went around the table until it stopped just out of his reach, still holding four cookies.

"Maria and Consuela, until you have been accepted by a sponsor, you are responsible for the actions of your underage children," said the AI. "There are strict rules regarding sexual activities for those under age fourteen. Those age twelve and under may not engage in any sexual activities whatsoever. Those age thirteen may engage in any sexual activity except copulation. No vaginal penetration is allowed at all. The penalties are swift and severe. There is no place within Copernicus Station not under continuous surveillance by the AI."

Pete blanched. His expression revealed that his plans to end his virginity had been dashed. Juanita saw his expression and turned to her sister just in time to squelch her retort. "Don't!" she ordered. Muriel could not hold back her smirk. She at least had the grace to cover her mouth.

Pete decided to console himself with the rest of the cookies. He reached over his mother's plate in a grab for the cookie plate. "Can I have the rest of the cookies?"

Maria grabbed his wrist before Pete's hand reached the plate. "Does anyone else want a cookie?" When everyone else declined, she released his wrist. "Pete, settle down. You have better manners than that. What would your father say?"

All three of her children looked stricken. "We'll never see Dad again, will we?" whispered Muriel, her eyes filling with tears.

Maria collected Pete's hand in her left hand and Muriel's hand in her right. She brought both hands onto the table, motioning everyone to follow suit. When everyone at the table had clasped hands, she said, "Our lives will never be the same again. We said goodbye to your father tonight. I don't know if we will ever be able to communicate with him again. I don't think we will be able to see him, ever. You know your father loves you. He wants the best for you, all of you. We will all miss him very much. We will all make him proud, even though he won't be here with us. Juanita, Muriel, Pete, you must conduct yourselves at all times as if your father was watching you. You must answer to him in your minds and in your hearts, because that is where he will live. Juanita and Muriel, you will each soon be with a man in a new family. You are younger than your father would have wished. I know you will do the right things, always."

Tears streamed freely from the eyes of all of them, including Connie. Fortunately, the two little ones did not comprehend. Maria turned and hugged first Pete and then Muriel. Rising from her chair, she knelt next to Juanita and hugged her as well.

She stood up and softly said, "It is time for sleep. Let's go and get you situated. AI, what shall we do with the empty glasses? Is there a sponge to clean the table?"

"Place the glasses and the plate in the recycling container between the replicators," answered the AI. "The table will clean itself. The requested pajamas are ready in the replicator."

After the girls collected shifts from the master bedroom closet, the somber group made its way to the lift. The little ones were delighted with the ride and that raised everyone's spirits. Together, they surveyed the layout of the upper level and amicably settled upon rooms. Maria helped Connie pajama the two little ones and get them into bed.

"Where is the light switch?" Maria asked softly. The lights went out.

"Too dark!" cried Manny. The lighting was restored at a very low level.

Maria and Connie each sat on a bed, cooing the children to sleep. They stayed until both were asleep. With Connie watching from the doorway, Maria hugged each of her children good night. Connie and Maria made their way back to the lower level and into the master bedroom for the night.

"Can I come in?" asked Pete softly.

"Sure," answered Juanita.

A contrite Pete moved through the doorway and into the bedroom, his eyes on the floor. "I'm sorry I was obnoxious."

Wordlessly, Juanita stepped up to him and wrapped him in a hug. She opened one arm, inviting Muriel to join them. The three stood in an embrace. "I'm scared about the future, Pete," she said. "I don't know what's going to happen to us. I know I'm not going back, no matter what. I know my family will always love me, and please, do what you can to help us and protect us."

They broke their embrace and Juanita guided Pete to sit on the end of the bed. Turning to Muriel, she said, "Tomorrow is going to be hard. We will be naked in front of all those people. We will have to begin searching for a sponsor. Muriel, can we just get this over with?"

Muriel looked confused. When it dawned on her what her sister meant, her look of confusion became a look of terror and then of resignation. "If we show Pete now, it will help him to not humiliate Momma and Connie," she softly said.

"Be still, Pete," Juanita said as she ripped her shift over her head and sat on the other bed. Muriel copied her actions and sat beside her sister. "Just look, Pete. Don't say nothing, just look."

Pete was gobsmacked. He sat in silence looking at his sisters from head to toe, but mostly at their girl parts. First Juanita leaned back and put her feet on the edge of the bed, knees spread. After a moment's hesitation, Muriel followed suit. His mouth worked but no words would emerge. Finally, he was able to utter a long, low, "Wow."

"Will you show Muriel what a man looks like?" asked Juanita. Pete nodded and quickly began to shed his own clothes. Soon he too was nude, his little cock standing proud and oozing pre-cum. The sisters made not a sound. They sat like that for quite a while.

"Tomorrow morning," Juanita said, "let's all go downstairs nude. We will try to ease the burden that Momma and Connie will feel. Pete, you need to act like nudity is completely ordinary. You have to act completely indifferent whether Momma and Connie are dressed or not. You have to act like a stiffy is ordinary. If you must, look at us. Can you do that?"

Pete nodded.

"Momma will make a great fuss," she continued, "but it may make it easier for her when her own time comes. It will be very hard for her to show her body to you and to us. We have to do all we can to help her." Pete nodded his understanding.

She stood and pulled first Muriel and then Pete to their feet. She briefly hugged Pete but kept her middle away from his erection. "Now go to bed," she whispered. Muriel also hugged him before he went to his own room.

1 Section 12 -- George

George Carter and his extended family had not ventured out of the living unit. George had been heckled until he too shed his clothing. After a while, his erection subsided. They had had a late dinner on account of the time difference. Three-year-old Lonnie and the four-year-old twin girls had been bathed and put to bed in an upper level bedroom. The AI had assured each of the mothers that she would be notified if a child cried out.

The adults had spent quite some time talking with each other and trying to learn as much as they could from the AI. Finally, Linda turned to Andie. "You've been waiting all afternoon and evening, Andie. I think you should take your new sponsor and your new sister concubine and begin making yourselves into a family. Why don't you go to bed? Tomorrow is going to be a busy day."

Andie blushed crimson. "I guess we should," she allowed.

"Andie," chided a smiling Linda, "you've wished for this for half your life. I'm glad for you. Valerie's glad for you. Go make love to your brother. Make love to your sister. You don't have to be embarrassed."

They made their good nights to each other and retired. Linda and Valerie decided to share a room on the upper level. "At least we won't have much laundry to do," chuckled Linda as they climbed into bed.

"Damn," Valerie giggled, "I wish I could be a fly on the wall in the master bedroom!"

"You damn right," giggled Linda. "It's a brave new world we live in, Valerie. We couldn't talk about it before. I've smelled Andie's arousal for hours. I'm so fucking horny, I'm about to scream."

"Did Jenna ever tell you how he was before?" Valerie asked her mother.

"That wasn't something I thought I could ask," answered Linda, "and she never volunteered one way or the other."

"I didn't realize you had gone without for such a long time," allowed Valerie. "Dad has been gone for a while."

"Our sex life was down to the nub long before he left," Linda sighed. "Maybe twice in the six months before he moved out, and those uninspired."

"So you've got some pent up demand," said Valerie. Linda nodded. "I hope you get a randy sponsor!" Both women giggled at the thought. They tried to go to sleep.

Valerie turned to her mother and saw her attacking her pussy with one hand and mauling her breast with the other. Without thinking, she lowered her head and captured her mother's other breast in her mouth and began sucking and gently biting the nipple. The shock and the added stimulation were enough to put Linda over the edge and she screamed and thrashed in orgasm.

Valerie used the moment to reposition herself while Linda's body quaked. She yanked Linda's hand away, clamped her mouth on Linda's clit and began to suck. Valerie had to hold on tightly as her mother's orgasm took on renewed strength. As the orgasm abated, she released her vacuum grip on Linda's clit and began licking up the copious fluids.

"My God, Valerie," Linda breathed, "what did you do to me?" Valerie simply giggled as she licked, occasionally burying her tongue as deeply into Linda as she could reach. "That feels wonderful! I had no idea!"

Valerie worked her fingers into Linda, one at a time, until three fingers were sawing in and out. Her mouth and tongue began a renewed attack on Linda's clit. Valerie was able to look up to see her mother incredibly flushed, and sweating profusely. With glee, she pressed her attack, forcing Linda toward yet another orgasm.

George and Andie guided Jenna into the middle of the bed and then climbed in on both sides of her. Andie was very attentive to Jenna, stroking her tummy and occasionally planting kisses on her face and mouth. Her eyes, however, were focused on George. She cast loving looks at his face but lustful looks at his crotch. Jenna could not fail to notice the looks and the deep blush of arousal on Andie's face and chest.

"Andie," whispered Jenna, "you belong to George now. I belong to George now. I'm not his wife anymore. You're not his wife. Thank you for being so considerate of my feelings. I've been thinking about this all day. I want to watch George fuck you half to death. I want to hear you sing out your lust and joy. I want this to be the most wonderful night of your life; the first most wonderful night of your life. I want you to have many, many wonderful days and nights. You don't need my permission to slake your hunger whenever you want. Now trade places with me. Forget about me and make this all about you, you and your loving brother George."

The love and thankfulness were plainly visible on Andie's face. The lust was every bit as apparent. Even as she had paid homage to her new sister, the desire pent up for half a lifetime showed.

Andie climbed off the bed and crawled back up between George and Jenna. They helped Andie to position herself on her back with her hands at her sides. Turning to face George, Jenna softly told him, "Tonight is for Andie, for Andie and you. Make love to your sister. Take your concubine, George, and make her yours."

Andie lifted her head and planted a loving kiss on Jenna's lips. Then she lowered her head and turned to face George. He looked at her lovingly and slowly came in for his first unbrotherly kiss to his sister. It began softly, tentatively, but the passion quickly rose in both of them. George broke the kiss and looked deeply into Andie's eyes. "I have struggled for a long time, trying to keep my thoughts about you pure. You are a beautiful woman, Andie, beautiful on the outside and on the inside. I want you more than I have ever let myself know."

Andie moved George's hand onto her breast and, to Jenna's surprise, moved Jenna's hand to her other breast. Andie's two new lovers gently stroked her, paying special attention to her nipples. Andie began to sweat with lust. George moved in for a long and deep kiss.

"I don't need any more foreplay, George," Andie whispered. "I feel like I'm ready to cum right now. I need you in me now." As a smiling George moved himself into position, Andie turned to Jenna. "Will you kiss me? Kiss me while George makes me his woman?" Jenna wordlessly moved in and began to kiss Andie. She was surprised at Andie's hunger and she responded aggressively.

Andie moved her leg out in the area vacated by George, allowing him better access to her center. As he watched the two women, he aligned himself and slowly entered his sister, stopping only when his pubic bone met hers. Andie broke the kiss, keening and quaking through a powerful orgasm.

"Dang, George," Jenna chuckled, "did they turn your cock into a cattle prod?" She kissed him passionately. "Give her all the orgasms she can take, George. Make her beg you to stop."

Smiling like an idiot, George began to slowly and steadily thrust into his sister.

Jenna guided George's mouth onto Andie's nipple and he began to suck and gently bite. Jenna captured Andie's other nipple with her thumb and finger, pinching and pulling. Andie pulled Jenna into a fierce, hungry kiss that went on and on. Andie turned away and screamed out her second orgasm.

By the time Andie reached her third orgasm, she was begging George to cum inside her. George could not hold out any longer. As Andie's muscles clamped down on him, she felt jet after jet against her cervix. She squeezed him tightly to her body as she quaked and shuddered. Finally, they came to rest, panting.

Jenna raised herself to her knees, urged George over beside Andie and took up station between Andie's legs. "I love the taste of George's spend, Andie. There's no reason we should have to endure a wet spot in the bed. I'm having my first serving of cream pie." With that, she began to lick every bit of fluid from Andie's crotch. Andie was at first very uneasy, but George's loving gaze and tender kisses calmed her.

"I want you two to be equals," George said softly. "I want you both to be fulfilled and happy, happy to share our love and affection." Andie nodded understanding. She reached down and urged Jenna upward to join them and they cuddled together, sharing kisses.