Part 2

Chrissy put the last of the pepperonis on a pizza and put it on the conveyor belt that ran through the oven. This wasn't her idea of a great job, but she was only seventeen and it was a job she could take without dropping out of high school. Her twenty-year-old sister Gina said it was a great way to get picked up, but Chrissy'd done the math. She had more chance of wining a lottery than of getting picked up on the job. It wasn't like there was a research lab across the road or anything, just some used car dealerships. She didn't think the Confederacy needed used car salesmen.

She turned to get the next order, and saw Gina run back from the dining area, her long black hair bouncing in a ponytail. "Come on Chrissy, come on." Her sister grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the front. "It's a pickup." She let Gina pull her along, not really believing until she saw the gray interdiction field through the windows. It looked like she'd won the lottery after all.

A big guy in a Confederacy Marine uniform addressed the dining room. "...so we can get this over with as quickly as possible. I'm Sergeant Talbot and I'm here for the six of you that qualify to get off this rock."

The Sergeant started calling the sponsors up. Chrissy grabbed Gina's hand. "Stay with me." Ray, one of the delivery drivers, was the first one called, then a couple of guys who were sharing a table with their families. Then it was her turn. She felt nervous with all those eyes on her, and it was a relief when he called out the next name and everyone looked away. She knew the last one called up, from school; she'd had math classes with him last year when he was a senior. The older guy with the same name must be his dad. Two of his sisters were with them, but she didn't really know either of them. The older one hung out with the goth types, and the little black haired one was just a freshman.

The marines gave a little speech about how things were going to go, saying nothing really unexpected, and they confirmed that she needed to pick a guy to give her babies. She really had wanted to take her mom too, but it was a choice between getting everyone but mom out, and getting nobody out. In other words, no choice at all. She held tight to Gina's hand wishing there were something she could do.

By the time the marines finished, some of the women in the room were naked. Marcy, the other waitress, had been standing next to them, but when Johnny, the guy she knew from school, started to walk away, Marcy ran up and grabbed him. One of the marines almost shot her with a stinger, but Johnny held her hands and started talking to her and the marine relaxed.

One of the marines came up to her. "Christine Martin?" She nodded. "You're taking her I guess?"

"She's my sister, I'm taking her." Gina for once, kept her mouth shut. "What do I do now?"

"This is a card reader, just put it on top of a CAP card and you can see all the details." He handed it to her. "Why don't you try it out on your sister's card, then go find yourself a guy." He turned to Gina. "You know that you're going to be having babies, and taking care of your sister's kids? She's offering to take you with her, but I need to hear you accept."

Gina held tight to her little sister's hand. "I want to go."

"Alright," the marine said, "go pick your guy. We'll be here to back you up if you need us."

A fight broke out across the room, but Chrissy was too short to see past everyone. By the time she got a look, it was over, and some guy had five naked girls lined up on their knees in front of him. She looked away, blushing, and found herself staring at Marcy as she deep throated Ray. She spun around only to see the new driver, Freddie, on the floor with a naked woman on top of him. Another pushed her tit into his mouth while the others argued about who got to ride him next. She looked away again, turning to face Gina. Her sister watched Freddie with the women, fascinated.

Exasperated, she grabbed Gina's CAP card from her hand and looked at it with the reader. Gina had a 5.6. Her good scores were dragged down by impulsiveness and a lack of self-discipline. She snorted, like she needed a reader to tell that. Gina was always getting herself in trouble. She looked around the room. There were some guys, but none of them appealed to her. In a lot of ways she was the opposite of her sister. Where Gina was tall, skinny, dark and outgoing, doing whatever came into her head, Chrissy was short, chubby, blonde and shy, with a plan for everything before she did it. She couldn't even walk up to one of those guys and ask for a CAP card, how could she ask anyone for a test ride? Even if she did, how would she know if they were any good?

Gina wouldn't be any help, all of her boyfriends turned out to be losers, or abusers or both. The marines hustled two groups out of the room, sponsors who had already picked their concubines. She needed to do something, but she didn't know what to do. She wished Johnny wasn't a volunteer, he was a nice guy. The way he put up with all of Tammy's shit proved that. But Johnny wasn't doing anything. He'd gone and sat down, his younger sister with him. "Gina, stay here. I'll be right back." She doubted her sister even heard her, like most of the rest of the room, she was engrossed in the show.

She went over to the sergeant. "What's with Johnny?"

The sergeant looked over at the booth where Johnny sat. "Says he's not going, wants to stay here and defend the earth."

She'd heard he'd been training with Jeff Hardesty's dad. Jeff didn't even have a CAP card; his dad had told him that mandatory testing was unconstitutional. He was the only guy in the room she knew, and she had to start somewhere. Johnny's dad was getting blowjobs from five different girls, including his oldest daughter. She felt herself blush, and looked out the window at the gray of the interdiction field. She needed to keep her emotions under control; whatever decision she made now would affect not just her life, but Gina's and the rest of her family's as well.

Johnny was just sitting there, staring off into space. His black haired little sister sat next to him in the booth. She was naked and her little tits made her look about twelve. She had a card reader in her hands and was looking at someone's card. Finally, Johnny noticed her. He looked up at her, smiled, patted the seat next to him and said "Sit down Chrissy. Can I help you?"

She did, looking at the younger girl who seemed not to care that she was naked, then looked away quickly. Her eyes lit on Johnny's dad trying out the others, so she shifted her gaze, staring down at the table. "They say you're not going?"

"No, I'm going to stay, Dad can get everyone else out."

Chrissy didn't say anything for a bit, trying to figure out a way to say it that wasn't too embarrassing "You know that everyone who goes has to have babies?" Johnny nodded. "So they have to have someone to have babies with..."

Johnny looked at her, confused, then his face cleared and he smiled. "Chrissy, are you asking my advice?" It was her turn to nod. He looked around the room, obviously thinking "How about Freddie? You know him don't you?"

"Not really. He just started and he's out driving most of the time. Besides he's kind of quiet."

"I have a couple of classes with him, he's real smart, and seems like a nice guy. I'm kind of surprised he isn't a sponsor."

Crissy looked over at the boy, they'd switched positions. He was sitting in a chair while one rode him. A different woman held his head to her chest and another knelt between his knees. "But all those women..." She looked away, feeling that her whole face must be bright red.

Johnny looked embarrassed too. "That's kind of my fault. I sicced them on him. I didn't want them ganging up on me. I think you should take him. Why don't you go over there and check his CAP card? The Marines can help you find it."

Chrissy looked back at the scene. Freddie bucked himself into the woman riding him, and she screamed a long, trailing, "Yeeeessss!"

Chrissy stood up, if Johnny said he was a good guy, then he probably was, and she could check his CAP card to make sure. "He's making them happy," she said, wondering what it would feel like to ride him like that, "and in front of all those people too. I wonder..." She walked toward them, trying not to stare and feeling more nervous than she ever had in her life.

The sergeant was waiting for her. "He still not going?"

Chrissy shook her head. "I don't think so. I um... asked him for some advice. He said..." She stared at Freddie again, distracted; a different woman was cleaning him off with her mouth. She made herself look away. "He said Freddie would be a good choice."

The marine laughed. "Well, he sure can fuck. You want to talk to him?"

Chrissy looked down, unable to meet the man's eyes. "No, I um.... I want to see his CAP card. Can you find it for me, and maybe tell me what the subscores mean?"

It didn't take the man long to fish Freddie's wallet out of his jeans and then pull out the card. "Let's see," he said "Frederick Douglass Clay, CAP score of... six point four. That's a good score, but I've seen some nasty pieces of work with higher. Check out these subscores." He pointed them out as he talked about them. "This one says he's good at sex, and he'll get even better with practice. He'll be a good dad, loyal, cares about others. Not really aggressive enough to be a marine, but if he had to fight, he would. He's pretty smart too." The sergeant frowned. "Did you know that concubines get to retest on their birthdays? You'll probably lose him when that rolls around, I'd bet he passes next time, he's only nineteen and scores for younger people tend to improve a little after pickup if they have a good sponsor." He glanced around the room. "He's probably the best one here, but you can pick another if you want someone you can keep a long time."

Chrissy shook her head, if he was the best, that was all she needed to know. "I'd like to talk to him, but all those women... will you come with me?" He didn't, but he did wave another marine over to escort her. Chrissy pushed her glasses up on her nose, grabbed her sister's hand, and eased past the ring of observers, followed by the marine. "Excuse me," she said to a woman who kissed Freddie with frantic determination, "Can you move? I want to talk to Freddie."

The woman ignored her, and another naked women elbowed her aside, grabbed Freddie's hand and stuck it between her legs. The marine cleared his throat. "The young lady said she wants to speak to this man. I'd advise you to move."

The one who'd elbowed Crissy whirled around, there was something in her eyes that terrified the teenager, but she didn't even look at Chrissy, just the marine. "He's supposed to decide which of us is the best fuck," she said. "How can he do that if he's talking to her?"

The marine pointed his stinger at her. "You can either move, or take a nap. That goes for the rest of you. Just back off and let her talk." They moved away, but weren't happy about it.

Freddie looked a little dazed. She moved right next to him, and after a moment his gaze focused on her. He smiled a little wistfully. "Hi Chrissy, sorry about this, I don't know why they did it. I guess I won't be asking you out after all will I? Take care of yourself out there, okay?"

She felt herself blushing again. "I, uh, that is..." She stammered to a halt. He'd been going to ask her out? Nobody had ever asked her out before.

Gina helped her out. "Do you want him to come with us?"

Chrissy nodded and held out her free hand, keeping her blue eyes on his dark brown ones, pretending he wasn't nude. "We need a... a man. Will you come with us?"

Her hand felt tiny inside his, and she felt so small next to him when he stood up. "Yes, I'll go." She tried not to look at his erect cock as they followed a marine down the hallway and into the men's bathroom. There was a yard wide metallic circle on the floor of the handicapped stall. It didn't belong there. She should know, she'd cleaned the bathrooms often enough.

The marine pointed to it. "Just walk right onto that and keep moving, someone will tell you where to go when you get to the ship."

Holding on to her sister with one hand, and a naked man she barely knew with the other, she headed for the transport terminal. Gina's hand was wrenched out of hers when she and Freddie stepped on it together. Chrissy staggered and nearly fell as she took her first step on the deck. She would have fallen if she hadn't had Freddie to hang onto.

A marine stationed by the transporter nexus directed them to a big room with a raised area at one end. There were a couple of dozen people in the room, kind of huddled together in four different groups. The compartment gradually filled with people as more sponsors trickled in with their concubines. A lot of them looked just as scared as she felt. She looked up at Freddie and found him looking down at her with concern in his eyes, and felt a little better.

To her surprise, Johnny came into the compartment, followed by his sisters and Marcy. All three of the girls wore just t-shirts, and Johnny was bare chested. It was more than a lot of people wore, quite a few were naked, but it was unusual as the only others who weren't fully dressed were topless women.

She didn't need to ask him why he'd changed his mind, it was obvious. His dad had picked four girls and none of them were his daughters. She hadn't thought that Johnny had scored more than a 6.9, but either he had and hadn't picked a fourth, or he'd managed to pick an extra and get away with it. They were definitely all together. They were holding hands just like she was with Freddie and her sister. She was certain that his sisters had talked him into it; he always was protective of them.

A few more sponsors showed up after Johnny, including Ray who had two naked women with him. Down at the far end of the compartment, an officer stepped up onto the little stage. "Alright, settle down. The sooner you shut up and we get this over with, the sooner we can start picking up dependents." The room hadn't really been loud at all, and his amplified voice seemed to come from all directions. Everyone got real quiet though. "Sponsors, get everyones CAP cards. Find out how many dependents they have and let the nearest marine know if you have a medical emergency. All concubines strip right now. If you can't obey a simple order like that, we might as well recycle you right now. Sponsors, when we're done with the briefing, report to a marine and we'll get you to medical for a screening, then you can go to your pods."

Chrissy pulled her sisters hand to get her attention. "He means you Gina," she whispered.

Gina shook her head. "I can't, not with all these people here."

"Just do it." Chrissy hissed. Gina undid a couple of buttons on her blouse and kicked out of her shoes, while Chrissy verified that Freddie didn't need a doctor and that he didn't have any kids. Gina stopped undressing, folding her arms across her chest. Chrissy glared at her. "Do it. Do it or I'll have Freddie do it for you.

Her big sister looked at her in shocked surprise. "You wouldn't." she turned to Freddie and fluttered her eyelashes. "You wouldn't would you?" she asked in the same flirtatious tones that she used on customers. That was the way she got her big tips.

"I would." The low rumble of Freddie's voice took Chrissy by surprise it sounded so confident. "That's kind of the point isn't it? Chrissy's in charge and we agreed to do whatever she says." He gave Chrissy's hand a little squeeze as he said it, and a shiver ran up her spine.

It was true. She could tell him to kiss her, right here in front of all these people, and he'd have to do it. She could have him do other things too. She could have him touch her between her legs like she did alone at night in her room. She could have him.... She realized that Freddie was waiting for an answer, and after a moment managed to lift her eyes to his face. She knew her own face was bright red and didn't trust herself to speak. Instead she lifted his hand toward Gina and let go.

He reached out, grabbed Gina's blouse, and pulled her close to them. "It's real simple Gina, just do what she says and everything will be okay." He undid the buttons on her blouse one by one, then moved behind her and slipped it off. His brown skin made a startling contrast to Gina's pallor. She stood shaking in her black work skirt and lacy black bra. He undid the strap and gently moved her hands away from her breasts letting her bra fall to the floor. "It's gonna be okay. You took care of your sister when she was little, she'll take care of you now. Look around the room, how many of those others has a sponsor that loves them?" He slid his hands down Gina's sides and found the zipper of her skirt. "You're lucky, your sister won't ever do anything to hurt you. She's not that kind of person." Gina's skirt and panties fell into a pool at her feet. With his hands on her waist, he pushed her forward until she stepped out of them wearing nothing but her thigh-high nylon stockings. "Just hold still, almost done." He rolled down first one, then the other, lifting her feet so he could pull them off.

Chrissy looked up at her brash, bold, big sister and saw tears. She hugged her, her face pressed sideways against her sister's naked B-cup breasts. "We're gonna be okay Gina." She told her. She reached out with one hand and pulled Freddie to them. "We're gonna be okay." He put his arms around them and for just a moment she forgot her fear and worry, then the officer started his briefing and she had to let go.

He didn't say anything that she didn't already know, she'd just never heard it stated so baldly. She could kill either of them, and nothing would happen to her. She could hurt them, make them do terrible things. Gina started looking worried again, especially when the marines showed a recording of a woman tossed out an airlock. Chrissy grabbed both their hands again. "I won't do any of that to you." She looked up at Freddie. "To either of you."

Freddie squeezed her hand and smiled. "I know."

"How do you know?" she asked. "How could you know? You barely know me."

"I know you enough to know you aren't like Ray," he said nodding in the fat man's direction. She looked over and wished she hadn't. He had both his concubines on their knees and was shoving his stubby cock into the mouth of one until she was frantic for air, then switching to the other. Each of them had just enough time to recover before it was her turn again.

Chrissy shuddered and looked away. She wanted out of the room as soon as possible. As the officer quit talking, she led her new family up to the nearest marine, handing over their CAP cards. "I have two dependents." She gave him her address and the names of her little brother and sister.

The Marine looked dubious. "We can only take them if they are your kids."

She pulled out the paperwork her mom had gotten. "I'm their legal guardian."

He looked them over and sighed. "It's always something. At least they aren't with an ex-husband or something, I hate those." He went and showed the papers to the sergeant, who shrugged and passed them to the officer. There was a short discussion between the three of them.

After a moment the sergeant came over her, papers and CAP cards in his hand. She tensed, getting ready for the coming argument, but he just handed them back to her. "This is the first time I've seen someone try this, but apparently it's been done before. You understand you'll be responsible for them just like you are for these two?" She nodded, glad she hadn't blurted out her arguments. "Follow the blue line to Medical for your screening, then go to your pod, red-five. We'll bring the kids there in two or three hours."

They walked hand in hand, following the blue line. The medtech, a Japanese guy, spoke to them in broken English. "Get in tubes, lay down."

She got the others into the tubes; then lay down in one of them herself. She closed her eyes against the bright lights in the ceiling, but the medtech shook her. "You done, you go to pod now." He practically shoved her off the pallet, and turned to the next person in a long line that had appeared when she blinked. She must have been under for a few minutes. "You!" he pointed at a naked woman. "Get in tube."

Her concubines were waiting for her by one of the three hatches to the medical compartment. "We're supposed to go to our pod," she said, "but I don't know how to get there."

<Follow the corridor in front of you; take the third left, then the second right. The hatchways are labeled.> The voice was in her head, neither of the others seemed to have heard it. She tried her best not to let on how much it freaked her out.

"You the AI?"

<Yes. It is recommended you go to your pod now. This has been shown to reduce incidents during the initial stages of acclimatisation.>

Chrissy grabbed Gina with one hand and Freddie with the other. The idea of getting somewhere without all those people, somewhere where she could stop and think and make some plans sounded wonderful. "Let's go guys."

It didn't take long to get to the pod. The hatch opened for them automatically and she gripped their hands a little tighter as they crossed the threshold. The pod was sparsely furnished, with off-white walls and black furniture. Everything looked vaguely oriental. "Freddie..." she put her hand on his naked chest. His brown skin was a sharp contrast to her pale fingers. All that happened if she got too much sun was freckles and the difference between them was fascinating. He felt good too. She'd always thought that he was kind of skinny, but underneath the fine hair his chest was firm and muscular. Distracted, she wiggled her fingers in his chest hair. It wasn't quite long enough to grab, but it felt good. The only problem was that he smelled like those women. Behind her, Gina cleared her throat impatiently. She looked up to find Freddie watching her with his kind brown eyes. She drew her hand back embarrassed, but somehow when he smiled encouragingly at her the feeling passed. "I um..." It was still hard to talk to a naked man "I think there is supposed to be an upstairs. Can you go find a shower? When you're done, put on a robe and come back here."

He nodded. "AI? How do I get upstairs?"

There wasn't any answer. It turned out that she had to grant permission for her concubines to do practically anything. It took a minute to straighten things out so the AI would talk to them, and they would be able to use the replicators and open the pod doors. She watched Freddie as he went up the lift to the second level, and then turned to her sister. Gina was still watching the hole in the ceiling where he'd vanished. "He's really hot," her sister murmured.

Chrissy agreed, but she didn't say anything. Normally Gina could walk all over her. She couldn't let that happen anymore. She didn't want her sister spaced because she didn't stop her from doing something stupid. She grabbed Gina's hand, half dragged her into the master bedroom then pushed her into the bathroom. "Take a shower, Sis."

Alone at last, Chrissy sat cross-legged on the floor. She still had flour on her shirt and pants, and some splashes of pizza sauce on her arms. She had a long talk with the AI while her sister showered, making a schedule. She subvocalized her words for practice; she might need to say things to the AI that she didn't want the others to hear.

Her schedule for the trip out was pretty light, a couple of briefings over the next few days, and a list of sleep trainings she needed to take before they reached Spindrift, the colony where she would be stationed. She'd gotten the assignment she'd requested. She was going to build ships. Well, eventually she'd build ships. She'd start with replacement parts and missiles.

She heard the water stop and sprang to her feet. She needed a shower probably worse than either of the others had. She pushed past Gina in the bathroom doorway. "Put something on and wait for me in the living room."

She could tell her sister was surprised and shocked by her abrupt order, but right at that moment, she didn't care. She wanted to wash away the smell of the kitchen. She had a new life now. No more working at a job she hated. No more days spent at school where she already knew more than ninety percent of what was taught, and everyone wasted their time gossiping about who did what to whom.

Chrissy let the water spray over her, and used the strange feeling soap to wash the smell away. There was a man waiting for her, a good looking, nice man, and he had to pay attention to her. She pictured him in her mind as she washed between her legs. She was going to have sex tonight. She wouldn't be a virgin anymore, and Gina could never tease her about it again. In fact, if Gina teased her too bad about anything, anything at all, she could make her stop.

When she was done, she found a blue uniform waiting for her in the replicator by the bedroom door. She put it on and walked into the living room to find Gina hanging off of Freddie. He was dressed in a white terrycloth robe, and her sister wore an ugly gray shift. "Come on Freddie, kiss me. Chrissy won't mind." Chrissy felt a stab of jealousy when she heard the words and saw the expression on her sister's face.

Freddie had his back to her, so he couldn't have known she was watching, but he pushed Gina away anyway. "I think you should ask Chrissy first," he told her. "She's in charge here and I think she'd want you to wait."

"I do." She nearly laughed when Gina jumped back, looking guilty, but managed to hold it in. "Go upstairs and get some sleep Sis. When the kids get here, I want you to take care of them."

Gina turned to her, obviously biting back an angry retort. Her sister wasn't stupid, she just didn't think things through sometimes. Instead, she took a couple steps towards Chrissy, her hands held together in front of her. "Come on Chrissy, I'm haven't had a man in weeks, and after the show he put on, I'm so ho..."

"That's enough." Chrissy cut her off. She'd heard Gina use that whiny tone with men before, and she didn't want to hear it directed at her. "Just go upstairs. If you can't sleep watch a movie or something." Her sister stared at her like she'd grown another head, but eventually she looked down at the deck, turned, and headed for the lift.

Chrissy turned back to her male concubine. While she could deal with her sister, a man was something entirely different. It wasn't that she was afraid of him, not exactly, but she was nervous. She'd thought it would be better once they were alone, but although it was different, she was still just as afraid. She looked up to see him waiting and the words she had been going to say stuck in her throat. She reached up and brushed his cheek with her fingers. He was so beautiful. She smiled at the thought, he'd probably object to the description. "I... I think we should talk," she said. "We should get to know each other."

He took her hands in his. "That would be good. Here on the couch?"

She nodded and let him lead her there. He sat down and she surprised herself by sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and suddenly her fear went away. She felt safe. With her head against his chest, she could hear the beat of his heart through the soft material of the robe. For just a moment, she had a vivid flashback to before her father left, before mom divorced him and got sole custody. He used to have a robe a lot like the one Freddie had on, and she used to snuggle on his lap before she went to bed. "Frederick Douglass?"

"Yeah." There was a hint of a laugh in his voice. "When I was little, my dad was really into all that black power stuff. My brother is Martin Luther, and my sisters are Harriet Tubman, and Rosa Parks. He got over all that when I was about ten though."

She smiled, and shifted her left arm to wrap it around him. "What happened?"

"He did one of those gene study things, that's what set it off I think. Turns out that only twenty-eight percent of his genes were from Africa. Mom has him beat, hers are thirty-four percent. I remember her teasing him about it, her skin is lighter than his and he'd always thought it proved he was more African than her." he sighed. "After that he checked around, and found out he has a whole bunch of white cousins. Made him rethink a lot of his life I guess." he chuckled, "It's a good thing too, or he probably would have gone ballistic when Harriet went to homecoming with a white guy."

His laugh was a little strained. "What's wrong?" she asked.

He told her about his family and about his parents being extracted. "Harriet is gonna be alone now, I'm worried about her."

"She'll be okay. Maybe we can stop the swarm from getting to earth. I'll be building ships and weapons, I bet you can help."

"Yeah, I'd like that; I was studying engineering at school. I'll help as much as you'll let me."

She sat up and looked him in the eyes. From this close she could see his contact lenses. "We're leaving my mom behind too."

"You're just as worried about her as I am about Harriet, aren't you?"

Chrissy nodded. "I managed to get everyone else out. If your sister is as good-looking as you, she won't have any trouble getting picked up. My mom looks a lot like me, but older."

"She won't have any trouble then, you look great."

She felt herself blush. "It's nice of you to say that, but I know what I look like."

He leaned his forehead against hers. "I don't think you do. I never planned to extract as a concubine, the only reason I'm here is that you asked me. I wouldn't have gone with anyone else."

Shaking her head, she muttered, "I wish I could believe that."

<The concubine Frederick is telling the truth, as he believes it. He would have refused any male sponsor and it is unlikely he would have agreed to accompany most female sponsors.>

Chrissy stiffened in his arms. "What's wrong?" Freddie asked.

She glared at the ceiling. "Shut up and stop watching us."

<Privacy protocols engaged.>

"Stupid AI was making comments" she said in answer to his questioning look. "Look, I've never done anything, never even kissed a guy, and I'm not sure I'm ready to go all the way tonight." She shifted position, straddling him. He was tall enough that they were eye to eye. "Can you kiss me and... and maybe some other stuff, but stop if I tell you to?"

His lips brushed hers. "You're the boss." He kissed her gently. His mouth was warm and the touch of his lips on hers sent sparks flying around in her belly. "We've got hours, lets just take things nice and slow and see what you like."

Her glasses got in the way so she took them off. She didn't need them this close anyway. His robe came open easily, and she ran her hands up and down his back as they kissed. After a few minutes, she came up for breath and pulled the robe down off his shoulders, helping him to get his arms out, then leaned back and shrugged out of her tunic while he undid his belt. She took off her t-shirt too, somehow not embarrassed that her tits threatened to fall out of the bra.

She took the initiative and kissed him this time, his hands were warm on her body and she didn't protest when he undid her bra and kissed his way down to her breasts. His lips felt strange and wonderful on her nipples and she felt herself moisten between her legs. Panting, she pushed herself off him. "Wait, just wait...." She stood up and put one of her booted feet on his lap. "Help me take these off." It took him a moment to figure them out; she had to squint to see why. He wasn't looking at the boots; he was staring at her tits. Flushing, she crossed her arms over her chest.

"You don't want me to look?" he asked. He didn't look away though.

"No! Yes.... I don't know." She was flustered and didn't know where to put her hands or what to say. She turned around, and fumbled with her pants, not yet used to the nanite fastenings. "It makes me feel funny when you look at me like that. It's not a bad feeling, but it's embarrassing. I... I think I could get used to it though." She dropped her pants, stepped out of them, then turned around, dressed now only in socks and panties. She was far enough away that he was just a blur. She forced herself to keep her hands at her side. If she was going to be in charge of her household, responsible for four other people, she needed to be brave. She took a couple steps, bringing her next to the couch. "Hand me my glasses."

"Here you go."

She put them on and he snapped into focus. He tried hard to meet her eyes, but his gaze kept drifting down to her boobs. She really couldn't blame him; her own eyes kept focusing between his legs. Chrissy took a deep breath. "Put your arms on the back of the couch and close your eyes. I... I want to touch you, but I don't think I can handle you looking at me while I do it, not this time."

"I'll tell you if I get close, just so you won't be surprised." He did as she'd told him and even leaned his head back.

It took a moment for his words to sink in. "Yeah, that's a good idea. Thanks." She wasn't sure what she wanted tonight, but she didn't want a face full of cum. She straddled him again, with her hands on his shoulders. She ran her hands down his arms until she couldn't reach any farther. In that position her breasts were on either side of his chin, and she was poised above his erect cock.

He groaned. "You're such a tease Chrissy."

She giggled. "You just hold still, I want to see what you feel like all over." She moved down, kissing his neck while she slid her silk covered pussy down the length of his cock. He groaned again and she felt him twitch under her. She kissed her way down his chest stopping at his belly button with his prick nestled between her tits. "Do you like that?"

"Oh yeah"

"Lets see what else you like." She slid down farther, kneeling on the floor with it right in front of her eyes. She put her hands on his ankles and slowly traced her fingers up the inside of his legs until she touched the fine hair growing from his balls, then she reached up to his chest and traced her way down again, stopping just a fraction of an inch from the tip of his cock. It moved slightly with the beating of his heart, and she watched it fascinated. There was a tiny bit of clear liquid coming out of the end, and she touched it with one finger. The liquid stretched as she lifted her finger way, a line of it linking her to him. She rubbed it on the head, then traced his cock to the base and back up with the tip of her finger.

"Oh god Crissy, you're going to drive me crazy."

She gently wrapped one hand around the base, and smeared the liquid all over the tip with the index finger of her other hand, then wrapped that hand around it as well. "It's so big, it takes both my hands to cover it. Are you sure it will fit?"

"It will..." he cut off as she moved both hands slowly up and down. "It will fit, I promise."

She wanted to try, but she didn't want to let go either. She let go with one hand and moved up, then licked the tip, tasting his precum. He twitched. "Don't move." She pumped up and down with one hand and ran her tongue over the head twice, then kissed the tip. "You like that Freddie?"

"Oh yeah." She tried kissing it, and sucking on the tip, and even swirling her tongue around the head while she sucked. He seemed to enjoy everything she did. "I'm close baby, I'm getting real close."

She reluctantly backed off. She didn't want to let go, but she wanted to lose her virginity before her brother and sister got there and didn't know how long he would take to recharge. She pulled her free hand out of her panties, blushing to realize she'd been touching herself while she sucked him. She knew some of the girls at school didn't like it, but she knew now why her sister liked it so much. It was thrilling to have that control, to make him twitch and shake. "Don't move yet." she waited until his breathing slowed and he was able to hold completely still before she climbed into his lap. "Thanks for not peeking. You can look now, and touch if you want."

He didn't jump her or move straight to her crotch or tits, but kept one hand on her back and stroked her thigh with the other while he held her. He moved on to nibbling on her neck and ears. It was minutes before his gentle hand moved between her legs. "You're wet. Do you want to go all the way?" A moan escaped her lips, his fingers felt so good. He bent down and teased one nipple with his tongue and she gasped. "Do you want to go all the way?"

She managed to nod. "Uh-huh." His hand was inside her panties now, rubbing her slick juices over her clit.

"You want me inside you?"

"Oh yes, please!" So much for taking charge, but she didn't care; she just didn't want him to stop. He did though, moving his wonderful hand under her legs, and then rocking back with her. She squeaked as he stood up, wrapping her arms around his neck. He quieted her mouth with his and carried her into the bedroom.