Chapter 5

2 Section 20 -- Barbara chooses her Jeff

"The deadline is approaching for irrevocable decisions concerning whether to proceed," came the announcement. "Any who wish to be returned to Earth should now present themselves. All concubine candidates should now be nude and wearing a collar."

Barbara Verduin sighed. She had holed up in the living unit with her friend, Lacey Palmer. "Time to fish or cut bait," Lacey declared and she began to hike her shift up and off. Barbara watched out of the corner of her eye as she sulked. "You don't have to be Jeff's concubine, you know that, don't you?" Barbara nodded. "Or do you really want to be his concubine and you think he won't ask you?"

Barbara was fuming as she began to undress. "I don't know what I want," she groused. "I know I don't want to be naked in front of Jeff, at least while he's dressed."

"Barbara," Lacey sighed, "it doesn't make a damn bit of difference to the Confederacy. It doesn't mean a damn thing to me. Why don't you just blurt out your real feelings and get them out of the way?" By now, Lacey had finished undressing. She left her shift in a heap on the floor and sat back down.

"It's not right, Lacey. It's not right. My handsome young Jeff shouldn't be saddled with his mother." Still Lacey waited. "God, what a hunk," she sighed.

"It's one thing," observed Lacey, "having thoughts about something you can never do. Now, the rules are gone. You can have him if you want him, Barbara. Do you want to share his bed for the rest of your life, or do you want a fling with him to get it out of your system?"

Barbara was poleaxed. She sat in stunned silence for a long time.

"I think a test drive might be in order," Lacey said gently.

"Yeah, right, how am I going to do that? 'Hey, Jeff, want to fuck your old mother?'"

"Barbara, one of the things that have changed that no one talks about is that we're going to have to be more honest with ourselves and with our multiple partners," said Lacey. "I can be more honest. I can tell you that I'm looking forward to being young again. I'm not sure I want to choose a sponsor right away but I damn sure need a roll in the sack, and soon. I can tell you that I wouldn't kick Jeff out of my bed, at least for a night. I don't think he'd offer to sponsor me. I'm not sure I would accept if he did offer. But I sure need some relief from this itch," Lacey smirked.

The outer door of the living unit opened and sixteen-year-old Carrie Verduin poked her head in. Seeing her mother and Lacey, she straightened up and walked in, nude, followed by her fully-clothed brother, Jeff, and then by Marcie Palmer, fourteen and also nude, and Carrie's ten-year-old brother, Jason.

Lacey scooped up all of the clothes on the floor. "Do you have your CAP card?" she asked. Barbara nodded. Lacey turned and headed for the kitchen as the youngsters settled themselves. Barbara seemed to shrink in her seat, attempting to cover herself without being too obvious; she was an utter failure.

"All the concubines are nude now, Mom," Carrie said softly. "Just relax. It's not a problem after the first few minutes."

Lacey returned, handed a green collar to Barbara and sat back down as she put on her own collar. Lacey kept her eyes on Jeff, appreciating his interest as her upturned arms forced her breasts into prominence. She intentionally let her knees fall open and smiled in satisfaction as his eyes fell to her crotch. "Two beautiful nude girls on either side, and you're scoping out an old woman," she cackled. Jeff blushed deeply and tore his eyes away, only to have them fall on his mother. "Put your collar on, Barbara. You've got nice tits and holding your arms like that displays them nicely."

No one moved. All eyes were on Barbara. Her gaze moved in turn to each of the others. Finally, with a sigh, she lifted her arms and put on the collar. Jeff squirmed, trying to ease the pressure in his pants.

"I think it's time for a planning session," said Lacey. "But first, Jeff, it would be a lot easier for me to get used to nudity if you joined the rest of us, at least for a while. Would you mind being undressed in here?"

Now Jeff was on the spot. There was silence in the room as Jeff tried to make up his mind. "Jeff," sighed Barbara, "there are four naked women in the room and you're nineteen years old. If you don't have a hard-on, I'll be shocked. The anticipation that you're creating is going to leave all us girls sitting in puddles unless you hurry." That brought guilty chuckles from the rest.

"Mom's having a hard time too, Jeff," said Carrie, "but she won't ask. Do it for Mom, will you?"

That was enough for Jeff. He tore his shirt over his head, stood up and pulled down his pants. His very nice cock sprang into view. He sat back down, tore off his socks, folded his clothes and stacked them haphazardly on the floor in front of him.

"Thank you, Jeff," Barbara murmured. She fought to tear her eyes away from his rampant cock, settling her gaze on his blushing face.

"Okay," said Lacey with a heavy sigh. "We're about to be scattered into a number of households. I don't know how much sexual experience you three youngsters have had, but I know you have never -- or rarely -- actually slept with a lover. I think all of us are going to wind up living in a group of at least two women and a man. We're going to start seeing our partners having sex. We're going to start having sex in view of others. We're probably all three in the group going to have sex at the same time. After the first time or so, it'll be as ordinary as being nude is about to become.

"What I want to talk about is, what kinds of people do you want to be in your family group? Do you want any of your real family in your group? Do you want to have only young people? Do you want an experienced mother in your family? Do you girls want an 'older man' as your sponsor? Do you want to only be three, or are you willing to have five people in your family, or even seven?" Lacey stopped talking and let the rest gather their thoughts.

"That's a hard one," allowed Jeff. "I've always lived with Mom and Carrie. I admit I have fantasized about both of you, but I never thought it would actually happen."

"So, that means you don't reject out of hand the idea that you'd take Barbara as a concubine?" asked Lacey.

Jeff looked searchingly at Barbara. "It sure would change the relationship."

"She's going to look your age, Jeff," said Carrie. "I think I would stay with Jeff and Mom, if that's what they wanted."

"It's time for some honesty, Barbara," said Lacey softly.

Tears began to run down Barbara's face and her lip quivered, but she smiled. "I love you, Jeff. I have always loved you as a son. I truly like you as a person. I admit that I have thought about you as a man. I don't feel good about myself right now. I feel old, and fat and ugly. I'm scared that you might choose me out of pity and not because you really wanted me." They were all silent for a time.

"This is a big decision," said Lacey, "for all of you. You're talking about brother, sister and mother sharing a bed for a very long time. I think you, each of you, deserve a trial run before you make up your minds. Why don't you three go take a nap? Take the rest of the day to think about it. If you still like the idea, spend the night together. Spend part of tomorrow morning alone, and part together, the three of you, and talk about it."

Mother, daughter and son looked at each other hesitantly. Jeff stood and extended his hands to Barbara and Carrie. They took his hands and stood. He pulled them into a three-way embrace. He gave a first-ever kiss on the lips to his mother and then to his sister. The kisses were chaste. Carrie, with a gleam in her eyes, kissed Barbara. The kiss lingered and Carrie began to nibble on her mother's lips. Carrie pulled Jeff's head in and they exchanged kisses, their passion building. Jeff broke off and began heading for the bedroom, one arm around each of them.

"You can leave the door open," chirped Lacey. There was no reply but the door was not closed.

Lacey and Marcie were alone, silent, taking each other in. Jason had long since gone up to the playroom. "You and I need to figure out our own situations," said Lacey softly. "I would never have had a conversation like this with you before this extraction. I need to be honest with you, and I need you to be honest with me. Can you do that?" Marcie nodded slightly.

"I am so horny," breathed Lacey. "I haven't had sex in a long time anyway. They told us they upped our sex drives and lowered our inhibitions. Watching Jeff's love pole and seeing them come together has me ready to scream. It's all I can do to keep my hands away from myself." She giggled like a schoolgirl.

Rather than answer, Marcie opened her knees, revealing her glistening, swollen pussy. She chuckled self-consciously. Lacey followed suit.

"I'm afraid," Lacey continued, "that I'll say yes to the first man who asks me, without checking his CAP card, just to get him into bed. I need some relief so I don't do that. I was thinking about Jeff but now he seems to be spoken for."

"You helped him," Marcie pointed out, "maybe he'd help you. It's not exactly a great burden on a teen-aged boy to have sex with a woman."

"I don't think I could ask him," she replied. "And I don't think I could impose on Barbara and Carrie like that, not when their relationship is just beginning."

Marcie sighed and nodded. She knelt between her mother's knees, hands on hips urging her forward. "I don't have a lot of experience with boys," she giggled, "but I know my way around a pussy."

"What if Jason comes down?" Lacey asked in horror.

"AI, will you see that Jason stays up there until we're done?" asked Marcie.

"Acknowledged," intoned the AI.

2 Section 21 -- Home-bound

Men -- and a few women -- began to step off transporter pads in the main transporter room. Each was dressed in the street clothes worn when they arrived the day before. None of them was happy. A scant few of the women had minor dependents in tow. Some of the children looked bewildered and some were upset.

A girl of about twelve years appeared on one transporter pad in the midst of a world-class tantrum. The nearby staff were loath to do anything for -- or to -- the girl. One steward scooped up the girl, if only to restore use of the transporter. Almost instantly, a very harried woman -- obviously the mother -- appeared and stepped off the transporter pad. Next came a boy of about nine years whose tears ran freely down his cheeks but was silent.

"I don't want to go home!" screamed the girl. "I don't want to be eaten by the Swarm! We can't go home, Momma, or we'll die!"

"Marnie," whined her mother, "I just can't do it. I can't be the sex slave of some man I don't even know. I can't let him have me anytime, anywhere, any way he wants. I can't let him have me right in front of you, right in front of Aiden."

"Is that it?" screeched the girl. "You don't want Aiden to see you fuck, so we're going home to die?" The woman blanched at her daughter's coarse language. "Mom, Aiden has seen people fucking, and it bores him. He doesn't care."

The woman turned to her son, who nodded agreement with his sister. He embraced her around her middle. "Please, Mom, please keep us safe. Please don't take us home. I don't want to die. I love you, Mom. Find us a family here, please! I'll always behave, Mom. I'll protect you, I promise!"

The woman broke down and began sobbing as she crumpled to the floor. The staff wisely kept their distance, allowing the scene to play out on its own. The woman's wracking sobs brought both children to her side, cooing and trying to console her.

"Momma, will you make me a sister?" asked the sobbing girl. "Make Aiden a brother, please, please, please! I'll help you take care of the babies, Momma. I'll help you find a good man. We'll be safe, Momma!"

The woman was finally able to get her emotions under control. She sat up and collected her two children to her bosom. "I will," she said softly but fiercely. "I will keep my children safe. I will do anything it takes, anything, to keep you safe."

2 Section 22 -- Rodriguez family relocated

"Please return to your living unit," the AI told Maria and her girls through the still-green collars.

"What's going on?" asked Muriel.

"An explanation will be provided in the living unit," the AI answered. "It is rather too loud in the common area."

The door closed behind Pete, the last to enter the living unit. Maria and Muriel sat on the sofas. Juanita and Pete remained standing. "What's up?" asked Muriel.

"Concubines are being concentrated by category," the AI said into the room. "You are about to be moved to another living unit. You have expressed your desire to be sponsored together as a family. Until you are sponsored or your circumstances otherwise change, you will share the new living unit with other families like yourselves. Volunteers who still need a large number of concubines will be directed to the area of your new living unit."

"What about Connie?" asked Maria.

"Consuela is being transferred to a living unit housing mothers of one or more children," the AI answered.

"Pete is a child," Juanita pointed out. "What's the difference?"

"Am not!" spat Pete.

"Consuela is suitable for selection by a volunteer who only wants or needs a single concubine," the AI explained, "and who is especially desirous of children. She will be placed in an area with other concubines similarly situated. Single concubines without children will be housed elsewhere."

"When are we going to be transferred?" asked Maria.

"Now," said the AI. "There are no irreplaceable personal effects in this living unit. Segregation and concentration by type aids both sponsors and concubines to match up rapidly. It is entirely possible that you will accept sponsorship very soon after transfer."

"Will we be able to see Connie again?" asked Muriel.

"That will require the permissions of your sponsor and Consuela's sponsor," the AI answered.

"Okay," sighed Maria. "Can we stay here and rest before we go?"

"We've been sitting on our butts all afternoon!" said Pete.

"Mom's right," said Juanita. "Or rather, Maria is right. We should stay here for a while. We should stay together, alone. We should take this time to re-center ourselves in our new environment. Pete, thank you for your good behavior this morning. Thank you for being quiet while Muriel and I talked with Mo... Maria about our nudity.

"I'm glad we want to stay together as a family. I love you all, even when I don't like you very much. Being sponsored together in a family has consequences that should be said out loud."

Turning to Pete and gently but surely reaching for his semi-hard cock, she said, "Muriel, for you and me, staying together with Maria means we agree to have sex with Pete. Not whenever Pete wants us, but not never, either. Not in our pussies until Pete's birthday." Juanita's words and touch had made Pete's cock grow fully erect. She gently tugged on his cock, coaxing him toward Maria. They sat on the sofa across from her. Juanita continued to fondle Pete's cock.

"Maria, you had a hard time making that last step to become a concubine. I know it was really hard for you to undress and let us see your body. You waited until the absolute deadline before you undressed. I know you're sitting here now, wanting to curl up so we can't see you. I'm sorry it's hard for you. We knew it would be hard for you. We're trying our best to help you.

"But it gets worse, Maria. I want all of us to be together. I'm positive that all of us want that. Maria, Pete comes with you no matter what happens to Muriel and me. Pete is going to share your bed, Maria. Pete cannot fuck you until he's fourteen. But you know as well as I do that Pete is not going to wait eight months before he sinks his dick in a woman.

"Our sponsor is going to need to know that you have already come to terms with this and you won't create big headaches for him. He's going to want to know the same thing about Muriel and me. I got his cock in my hand, Maria, and I can swallow it down my throat in front of a crowd without blinking." She threw her legs apart. "I'm not afraid to do this because I know Pete loves me and he would never really hurt me. I know Muriel is right now reaching the same decision.

"Maria, I want you to spread your legs wide open. I want you to invite Pete to kneel in front of you, to look at you and to explore your body with his hands, every place on your body. We'll give him a guided tour of a woman's sex another time. For now, let him heft your boobs, pinch your nipples and run his fingers up and down your coochie. When you're absolutely sure you can let Pete do that to you whenever he wants, then we'll go to our new living unit."

Tears were running down Maria's cheeks and she was flushed with shame at the very thought of doing what Juanita had said. She sat still, looking at all three of her children, for a long time. Juanita remained silent while she continued to stroke Pete's cock, so he wasn't going anywhere. He was smart enough not to speak.

Maria let her chin drop as she spread her knees, exposing her pussy. Pete made to move, but Juanita squeezed his cock to hold him in place. Still silence reigned in the room. Finally, Maria looked at Pete's face. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

"He's waiting for you to invite him," said Juanita. "Pete will always wait until you invite him. He will always wait for an invitation from me or from Muriel. He will surely let us know he'd appreciate an invitation, but that's as far as he'll go."

Maria smiled through her tears. "Come to me, Pete," she softly said. "I love you -- all of you -- with my whole heart, but I'm afraid. Come and help me overcome my fear. Come explore my body."

2 Section 23 -- Ken & June part company

"Are we really going to start another family together?" June Davidson asked her now ex-husband, Ken. "Do you really want that? Ken, it's time we be honest with each other. If you change your mind later, I'm helpless. Things haven't been good between us for a long time. I know, they weren't terrible, but I don't know if we can get the spark back between us. The rules have changed, Ken. I'm a big girl now. Tell me the truth: you're not really looking forward to another twenty years with me, are you?"

Ken was crestfallen. "I suppose you're right. I'm willing if you are, but you seem to be going the other direction. What about Leah?" he asked.

"What about Leah?" she replied. "Do you want her? Do you think she doesn't know about us?"

"I'd leave it up to her, but I think she'll be better off with her own family. Don't you think she'll be upset?"

"AI," said June, "would you ask Leah to come down here, please?"

Leah found her mother and father facing each other on the sofas. June asked her to sit on the love seat between them. "Leah," said June, "I think you know that your father and I don't really get along very well any more. I'm thinking of striking out on my own."

Leah sat in shocked silence, looking from one parent to the other. Tears began to form in her eyes.

"Sweetheart," said June, "think about what's upsetting you. You're wearing a green collar, expressing your availability. Had you planned on staying with both of us and making babies with your father?" Leah shook her head slowly. "We're all going to the same colony, Sweetie. I very much want to be happy there. I want your father to be happy there. I was hoping you'd already realize that both of us have a much better chance of being happy if we're with someone else."

"I can't say I'm surprised," Leah allowed, "but it's hard knowing that I have to deal with it now and not at some unknown time in the future."

"Let's not dwell on it," said June. "You said you aren't planning on staying with your dad. Do you want me to go it alone, or would you want a sponsor to select us together?"

Again, Leah looked from one parent to the other. "If I'm not staying with Dad, it doesn't seem fair if I stayed with you. I think I better find someone on my own."

"I think that's wise," said June. Turning to Ken, she said, "I really don't want to hurt you any more, Ken. When you find your new concubines, you'll want to bring them here. I don't think I ought to be here when that happens. Do you agree?"

"I don't know, June," he answered. "Neither way is very attractive to me. I'll go along with whatever you want to do. Would you take Leah with you?"

"The way I see it, when Leah or I get selected, we'll be going to his home, just like you'll bring your concubines to your home." Turning to Leah, she said, "You should make your own decision whether to stay here until you're selected. I want to have my own space before your father selects his concubines. It isn't that I don't want to meet them. I actually do want to meet them if I have an opportunity. It's just that I don't want to be relocated on zero notice. I don't want to feel kicked out of here, even though I plan on leaving on my own volition."

"I can understand that," said Leah, "but that doesn't help me make up my mind. I think I'd rather stay here for the time being. I don't want to contribute to Dad feeling soso completely abandoned. I'll get to meet his new concubines when he finds them, or at least one of them. When he comes back with a concubine in tow, I can kiss him goodbye and come join you. How does that sound?" She looked at both of her parents for confirmation.

"I'd like that," said Ken with a sigh.

"AI, is it possible for me to make other living arrangements until I get selected?" asked June.

"Yes," replied the AI. "You will be transferred to a unit where you will live with other unbound concubines until you are sponsored."

"I think that will be fine," answered June.

"There is a green collar in the replicator for you. Please put it on. Please put your CAP card in the sleeve hanging on the collar. Step onto the transporter nexus when you are ready."

June went quickly to the replicator and collected her collar. She put her CAP card in the sleeve and then put on the collar. She wordlessly returned to the living room and gave each of them a hug. She stepped onto the glowing pad and was gone.

Ken and Leah sat in silence, occasionally looking at each other. A fair amount of time passed. "You are a beautiful young woman," said Ken. "I hope you have a happy and fulfilling life."

"Thank you, Dad," Leah answered. "It's suddenly depressing in here. How about you and I go look at all the merchandise?"

Arm in arm, father and daughter left to begin their new future.

"You didn't seem very surprised, Dad," said Leah, "or very upset that Mom up and left."

"My vow was '...for better or worse...'," he answered evenly. "I was ready to try to get the spark back. I hoped that new surroundings, a new family, another woman and all the other changes would mean a whole new ball game. Your mom wasn't ready to try that. There was no point in me arguing or throwing a fit. If we weren't both dedicated to making it work, then there was no hope. Your mom was worried that I would always have the choice of rejecting her, and she would have no choice."

"Well, I'm going to try to put that behind me," said Leah. "Tell me: now that you have two vacancies, what will you be looking for?"

"I'm forty-six years old," he said. "I'm going to get the body of a twenty-two year old. I'm going to get the standard marine augmentation package, so I'll be two meters tall and weigh close to three hundred pounds. But I'm still forty-six years old inside. I'm going to look for women at least thirty years old. I'm going to try to find good-sized women, so I don't squash them. I suppose they don't have to be good-sized now, but they'd have to be willing to be up-sized. More than anything else, I want women who are happy."

"Do you care whether these women bring along children?" she asked.

"I don't care but, if it was between two women otherwise equal, and only one had children, I'd take the one with children. In fact, I want the women to have had children, even if they're grown and gone. Come to think of it, I wouldn't take a woman of that age unless she has -- or has successfully raised -- children."

"I suppose every prospective concubine who sizes you up will conclude that I am your first concubine selection."

He chuckled. "You're wearing a green collar, Sweetie. Do you think that won't register with the prospects?"

She giggled. "I suppose that will be a good cue for you: if they're not sharp enough to realize that you're merely acting as my escort, then maybe they aren't good candidates." They both laughed.

"Okay," he said, "now you know what to look for for me, what are you looking for?"

She laughed. "That sounds like you're accusing me of being organized. 'Get out there and find a man and a woman and jump in bed with them. Stay there.' That's not me. I have no idea what I'm looking for. I could see myself joining a man and the woman who had been his wife. I might be persuaded to join a man in his mid-twenties with another girl about my age. I just don't know yet. I'm going to window-shop for a while to see if I can figure out what I really want."

"That sounds like a good plan to me," he agreed. "I love you, Sweetie. I hope you find a loving and happy family to join."

"Thanks, Dad," she said. "I hope so too."

As they strolled, they passed all manner of people sitting in the common areas. All ages, all races, all shapes and sizes. Sponsors sat with their bound concubines, keeping company with unsponsored concubines in their group or just resting after their efforts to complete their harem. Sponsors sat amidst green-collared concubines, apparently conducting interviews or simply passing the time. Many of the unsponsored concubines eyed Ken and Leah as they passed. Some seemed to hope Ken would stop to visit. Others seemed to fear that same thing.

Ken did stop occasionally. Some exchanges were really only an extended greeting. A couple of times, Ken's chatting revealed that the prospective concubine had a young adult child in tow and that they were trying to be sponsored together.

"I guess I need to set my sights on women a bit older or a bit younger," he chuckled to Leah as they resumed their stroll.

"You don't think that a mother and daughter would work for you?" asked Leah.

"I guess I hadn't even considered it," Ken replied.

Leah took several opportunities to visit with prospective sponsors. None of the discussions led even as far as an inspection of the sponsor's CAP card.

With a sigh, father and daughter admitted that strolling was becoming tiring. They slowly made their way back to the living unit.

2 Section 24 -- The McNeils

Patrick McNeil had dodged a bullet at his own extraction. It was not that he thought there would be a shoot-out. Excited and unthinking, he had pocketed the pistol he kept in his desk. He was appalled when that corporal had called him on it. Luckily, he had remained conscious and had been extracted. While naturally proud and arrogant, he had taken to heart the corporal's threat.

His 'dependent' pickup had consisted of his sponsor-level wife, his concubine-level daughter Amanda, his sponsor-level son Ryan and Ryan's concubine-level wife and child. He thought it unsafe and unwise, given the cloud he was under, to attempt collecting anyone else.

Pat and Nicole still loved each other after more than twenty-five years. They were in fact best friends. Ryan's marriage and daughter Amanda's maturing had afforded them more time for each other. They had of course decided to establish a joint household. Pat was allotted four concubines and Nicole would take two more. Six concubine slots were in play.

Ryan and his wife Jennifer were set to establish their own home. Ryan needed another concubine. It was Amanda that was something of a wild card. Amanda could join her folks, she could join her brother and his wife, or she could choose a sponsor outside the family.

When she was little, Pat had wanted to use her diminutive, 'Mandy', but Nicole had been adamant. Over the years, for him 'Amanda' had become in succession 'Amanda Panda,' then 'Panda,' then a few others until he consistently called her 'Cubby.' He had started similar name games with Ryan but he had objected.

After the second morning orientation session, they had congregated in the living unit. Pat battled to keep his eyes on the faces of his newly-nude and very beautiful daughter and daughter-in-law. Both young women noticed his struggle and blushed with pride and embarrassment. Jennifer wore a red collar while Amanda's collar was green and held her CAP card. Little Emily toddled about, her wristband unnoticed.

"Time to make some plans," announced Nicole. "You three know Dad and I are creating a joint household. Dad gets four concubines and I get two, for a total of six. I plan on taking one male concubine. Dad and I are going out soon to begin our search. Ryan, you have one vacancy to fill. Amanda, you're still planning on looking around to see what's available?"

"I think I should at least look, and maybe do some interviews. Part of me however," answered Amanda, "says I would be taking an unnecessary, huge risk by finding my own sponsor."

"You're right about turning away from love and safety. Forgive me being crude, Amanda," said Jennifer, "but you need to bonk your mom and dad. You need to bonk your brother and me. Take some time to think about it. If you can't do it in the first place, or if you feel badly about it afterward, then you have your answer."

"But how can I choose Mom and Dad on one side, or you and Ryan on the other side?" she whined. "I'm going to hurt some feelings, no matter what I do."

Ryan said, "Amanda, we all love you. Either way you decide is going to be alright with every one of us." The rest of the group murmured agreement and support.

Jennifer said, "Ryan is hobbled until Amanda makes her decision because he only has one slot and he's holding it open for Amanda. I'd like to go on a tour, though, and see how this selection process is actually playing out."

With that, they all left the living unit, headed for the common area. There were lots of people strolling, as they were. Many more people were sitting, holding court. There seemed to be a lot of chatting, and a little interviewing. They had been spared the elements of a normal pickup. They were all shocked when they spotted their first public blowjob. After that, they kept a sharper eye. Some of the women sitting on the laps of men had their pussies full of cock, moving just enough to keep the man hard.

"I don't know about you, Mom," said Amanda, "but I think whatever they did to me to raise my libido is starting to work!"

Pat had had Nicole on one arm and Amanda on the other. After a squeeze of Pat's arm, Nicole changed position, putting Amanda in the middle. Nicole managed a conspiratorial wink to Pat behind Amanda's head. Pat was not sure what Nicole had in mind but he was willing to play along.

Their stroll had brought them to the end of the area. They simply continued across the wide corridor and into the next area, where they found much the same scene but with people they had not previously encountered. As they walked, Nicole brought Amanda's arm around her back while she wrapped her own arm around Amanda's back. Nicole poked Pat in the side and, after he had taken in the change, he followed suit. Now Amanda's two arms were wrapped around the backs of her mother and father.

This new area had a larger number of children and they were doing their best to burn off excess energy. They ran and chased each other, darting under tables while they tried to evade capture. The children's shouts and laughter were pleasant.

Soon, Nicole's hand was lightly caressing Amanda's back to Amanda's obvious pleasure. As they continued to stroll, Nicole's hands found their way to Amanda's shoulders and neck, down her spine and up along her flank on the outside of Amanda's breast. Nicole's movements were light enough, slow enough, and innocent enough that they escaped Amanda's conscious attention. Nicole noticed, though, that Amanda was beginning to exhibit signs of arousal.

Ryan and Jennifer, strolling behind with Emily, were keenly watching his mother's stealth attack on his sister. Jennifer invited Ryan to do much the same thing to her. She was careful not to let Ryan's hand come all the way around to cup her breast. It was not that she did not want her breast fondled. She simply did not have the courage to allow such an open display in public, no matter that she was promenading in the nude.

Nicole gently guided them across the middle of the room and then back the way they had come. Her squeeze on Amanda's hip was followed by a delicate trip down the outside of Amanda's ass. Amanda let out a long, low moan. She turned and looked at her mother. "I've never been seduced by my mother before," she said softly.

"She's just pimping for the old man," chuckled Ryan.

"Don't you believe it," said Jennifer with her own smile.

As they turned and headed toward their living unit, Jennifer made an exaggerated, long sniff of the air and the burst out laughing.

"Whaaat?" murmured Amanda.

"I hate to tell you this, Amanda," chuckled Jennifer, "but your juice is running down your thighs." Amanda blushed furiously but made no move to correct her problem.

Ryan and Jennifer shot ahead and entered the living unit. By the time Amanda and her parents entered, Ryan and Jennifer were nowhere in sight.

The three had had to let go their embrace in order to enter the unit. "Help me undress Dad," said Nicole softly. The two women worked together on Pat's shirt. Nicole took the time to caress the areas of his skin as they became exposed. Soon, Amanda was following suit.

Pat was meanwhile letting his hands wander over the two women's arms and shoulders. He smiled lovingly at them when he caught their eyes. Soon, the shirt was off. Nicole stooped to work on Pat's shoe and sock. Amanda matched her moves on the other side. That task done, Nicole raised herself in a kneeling position and waited for Amanda. When she too rose, Nicole put a single finger on the buckle to Pat's belt. Amanda briefly hesitated and then proceeded to unbuckle the belt. She continued without stopping, releasing the button and lowering the zipper. She held the pants in place while she sought permission from her mother. At Nicole's nod, Amanda let go and the pants fell to his ankles. Nicole clasped her side of his boxers. Amanda followed suit and they together pulled them down.

Pat's erection popped into view. Amanda gasped and involuntarily pulled back. Nicole used the moment to inhale Pat's cock. She resisted the urge to collect Pat's gaze in her own and instead focused her eyes on Amanda, who was lost in wonder and awe. A slight nod of Nicole's head let Amanda know it was her turn. No sooner had Nicole withdrawn than Amanda captured the cock in her own mouth. Amanda looked up and saw her father smiling down at her.

Pat enjoyed her efforts for a few moments and then drew both women to stand. "Let's undress your mother," he told Amanda. The undressing went much the same but neither Pat nor Amanda approached Nicole's pussy when it came into view. Instead, Pat rose and pulled Amanda into a standing position. He nudged both women toward the bedroom.

Pat and Nicole arranged Amanda in the middle of the bed and crawled up to join her. They both kissed Amanda on the cheeks and then, with a pause to take in each other's gaze, Pat and Nicole kissed deeply, passionately. When that kiss ended, Pat turned his head and planted a kiss on Amanda's lips. When he withdrew, Nicole applied her own kiss, every bit as steamy. With head gestures only, Nicole left Pat at his end of Amanda while she scooted down to the other end.

While Pat kissed and caressed and fondled Amanda's face and upper body, Nicole began with Amanda's toes. Lovingly kissing and licking every inch, she worked her way up Amanda's legs. The double assault was overloading Amanda's senses and she trembled with lust.

A single lick from the bottom of her pudenda and ending with a swirl around her clitoris sent Amanda over the edge, thrashing and screaming. Nicole renewed her attack. Amanda's powerful orgasm was extended for so long that she begged for relief and pushed her mother away.

Nicole quickly shifted her position and with her hands urged Pat between Amanda's legs. Nicole grabbed Pat's rigid cock and aligned it with Amanda's entrance. Amanda was so wet that Pat had to fight his powerful urge to bury himself to the hilt in a single thrust. Instead, he entered her slowly, enjoying the sensations.

Amanda recovered her senses to the incredible feel of a cock filling her up. Pat watched her facial expressions intently, his own face painted with love, concern and lust. Her eyes and mouth expressed wonder and delight. Her skin was deeply flushed. He reached bottom and rested there. They gazed at each other lovingly. Nicole moved her face in and shared the moment. Amanda kissed Nicole deeply, and then transferred her kiss to Pat. He felt the ripples of her muscles along the length of his cock. She pushed up on his pelvis, urging him to begin.

He started long, slow strokes while the three shared passionate kisses. "Faster, harder," urged Amanda. He responded, matching the pace she set. Amanda was sweating profusely as Nicole and Pat kissed and licked their way from her ears, down her neck and shoulders, over her upper chest to her breasts. Both Nicole and Pat latched onto a nipple, sucking, licking and gently biting. Amanda crashed into another powerful orgasm, which sent Pat over the edge. He pumped great gouts of his seed deep within her.

"I love you, Cubby," Pat whispered.

"I love you, Amanda," Nicole whispered.

"I love you both," said a radiant Amanda.

"Ryan, how are we going to top that?" asked Jennifer loudly. The three on the bed swiveled their heads to see Ryan and Jennifer standing in the doorway, arm in arm, grinning.

"This may be the best opportunity you'll ever have to taste Dad's spunk, even if it is second-hand," chuckled Ryan. "Why don't you show Amanda that you like cream pie?"

With an evil grin, Jennifer detached herself from Ryan's side and approached the foot of the bed. Pat rolled to Amanda's side in order to make room.

"Speaking of 'best opportunity', Ryan," said Pat, "your mother had fun but I'm spent and she didn't get any. I'll bet Amanda would love to see you give your mother an injection."

Jennifer reached her target and began to collect treasure from Amanda's folds. Amanda groaned her pleasure while she cuddled with Pat.

Nicole languidly watched Ryan undress while she worked her fingers in and out of her pussy. When he began to approach, she said, "I'm so worked up I don't want any foreplay. Would you mind a quickie? Hard and fast, if you will." Ryan simply grinned. As soon as he was in position, he buried himself deeply within his mother in a single thrust. He held himself there while they gazed at each other. He kissed her with rising passion and began to thrust.

Jennifer's efforts had brought still more pleasure to Amanda. She brought herself up and kissed Amanda deeply, sharing some of her treasure. She turned and deeply kissed Pat as well, sharing the last of the combined juices. She was glad that Pat did not flinch at all. She returned to sit on her haunches and the three watched Nicole and Ryan.

Before very long, Nicole went off like fireworks. Ryan kept his strong, steady pace through her orgasm. By the time she reached her second orgasm, the rippling of her muscles around his cock sent him over the edge and he shot jet after jet into his mother's pussy.

"I like cream pie, too," said Ryan as he positioned himself to clean up the mess he'd just made. He angled his body and Jennifer cleaned his now-shrinking cock.

"That was wonderful," breathed Amanda. "I don't think I'm any closer to choosing between you, but I know I'm not leaving the family one way or the other!"

2 Section 25 -- Second day extractions: Manchester, Glasgow, Phoenix, Edmonton

The media had made much of the two office building extractions that had occurred the previous day in the United States. That the Confederacy had not used an interdiction field was a matter of great interest. Much analysis and speculation surrounded the fact that the Confederacy had extracted everyone willing to give it a go. The few who declined to go were subjected to extensive media attention. The interviews went on long after the last morsel of information had been gleaned. The few people whose scheduled 'dependent' pickup had been aborted came to regret volunteering for their fifteen minutes of fame.

The office extractions in Manchester and Glasgow brought immediate intensive media coverage. The extractions themselves went nearly as smoothly, and even more quickly, as those on the previous day. No one was seriously hurt. A similar small number of people had to be stung. The marines credited the drones and the fact that all were welcome to be extracted.

The 'dependent' pickups for those extracted in Manchester and Glasgow were fully under way. This time, the marines had to contend not only with the risk of ambush at 'dependent' extraction sites, but also roving bands of Earth First thugs alerted by the media as well as prowling members of the media itself.

A far greater number of drones were used on this second day. Always, there were two locations being made ready for each pair of marines. More people were being brought to the transporter rooms to await the exact moment when there were no prying eyes. The previous day's dependent extractions had proven the two-minute limitation. The marines noticed with appreciation the resourcefulness of the AI-guided drones in finding excellent locations for the transporter pads.

Again, extractees and their dependents poured out of the transporter nexuses, straight on to initial examination in the med tubes and, finally, to being warehoused in living units.

At the same time, office-building extractions in Phoenix and Edmonton commenced. Again, the media pounced on the story but the extractions were finished before a single reporter could arrive at either building.

It was decided to alter the timing of the Phoenix and Edmonton dependent extractions, lest the operation become too predictable. All of those extractions would occur after nightfall. Sunset was an hour earlier in Phoenix than in Edmonton and twilight was far longer in Edmonton. Both companies of marines participated first in the Phoenix dependent extractions and then in Edmonton.

At the end of the very long day, some eighty thousand more people had been brought to Copernicus Station to begin their journey to the stars.

Repeat, repeat, repeat.